"Hyah! Hyah!"
Over twenty Blue-Hoofed Horses galloped wildly across the snowy plains. Jiang Qiu, clad in Heavy Armor, rode at the very front. As white snow burst under their hooves, the eyes visible through the gaps in his armor grew increasingly crimson, his shouts booming like thunder.
Horsemanship was a skill that every youth in the tribe who hoped to become a Warrior had to master. Pile and Wood could ride as well; sometimes, when they came across flat hunting grounds, they would hunt by throwing spears from horseback.
But now, not even the most skilled riders among the Warriors could keep up with Jiang Qiu's Blue-Hoofed Horse. With reins in his left hand and spear in his right, he looked every bit a general charging into battle.
This time, however, the enemy was the Demon Race.
