Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 600: The End of the Cavalry

The sky was gloomy and heavy clouds blocked out the early spring sunlight.

A team of cavalrymen in shining armor were galloping across the vast grassland. The leading knight was wearing a gray-black cloak, and two bodyguards followed closely behind him, holding high in their hands the emblem of the Knights of Iron Hill City.

The mighty team soon arrived at the riverside, and dismounted under the command of the knight leader, but they had no intention of setting up camp to rest on the spot... This rushing water system called the Chatelan River is more than 100 meters wide, like a flowing silver-white ribbon, silently stretching across the vast grassland.

"Shatlane" is also the ancient word for "mother" in the language of the Isengard people.

The river had just thawed in early spring, and the water level in the entire river had risen sharply. The turbid waves, carrying mud and broken wood washed in from afar, rushed downstream in an almost brutal manner.

The cavalry's destination is the Oasis City, located more than ten miles upstream of the Chatlan River. Under the instructions of His Royal Highness the Regent Andrew, they will arrive in the Oasis City for a short period of garrison, while patrolling the edge of the desert and clearing out the evil orcs who have fled to the heart of the kingdom.

"Sir, we've been sacked without a trace. Based solely on the Councilor's inferences, we've been sent to this desolate oasis. Belek is a thousand miles away... I'm afraid there aren't even a single orc in this area."

The guard handed the water bag to the cavalry commander and leaned close to him and complained to him in a low voice.

Betness took the water bag, frowned slightly, and said calmly, "I see you've become too lazy in the capital, and you're reluctant to leave the peaceful environs of the brothel. You even dare to criticize the orders of His Majesty the Regent behind his back."

After saying that, he stood up and stretched his shoulders... It has been a long time since he led the army to fight outside. As the commander of the cavalry regiment, he has also neglected training. He actually felt a bit burdened with the armor on his body.

However, the Iron Hill Cavalry had always followed a tradition of not dismounting and removing their armor until they had reached their camp. If they wanted to completely relax, they had to wait until they reached Oasis City.

Bethnis drank a few sips of water casually and was about to call on his cavalry to continue their journey when his beloved warhorse suddenly raised its head, shook its ears and snorted loudly at the surroundings.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Sir! Look at the river! There are... dead bodies, many corpses floating down from upstream!"

Upon hearing this, Bethnis looked intently at the rushing river and found that there were indeed dozens of dead bodies lying face up, floating rapidly downstream along the turbid water.

The body floated down from upstream...

He immediately sensed something was amiss and, leaning on his sword, shouted, "Everyone, mount your horses and rush to Oasis City's aid!"

Before the knights could come to their senses, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook slightly. The horses neighed in panic. Several guards tried their best to pull the reins to prevent the horses from breaking free and abandoning their masters and running away.

whoosh-

The sharp whistling of a sharp blade breaking through the wind suddenly came from the river. Although Bethnis had his back to the river, he still drew his sword and turned around to swing at the critical moment.

when--

There was a sharp clang of metal clashing, and a sudden, inky black spear was knocked away by the long sword, halfway buried in the ground. Bethnis stumbled back several steps, the weapon in his hand almost losing its grip.

The next moment, dozens of black shadows suddenly emerged from the murky river water, spread their several-meter-long flesh wings and pounced towards the river bank, holding in their hands... the spears that had just ambushed the cavalry commander.

"Fire arrows!"

The knights suddenly heard a loud shout from their commander and came to their senses. They took the crossbows from the horses beside them, aimed at the enemies coming from the air and pulled the triggers. Dozens of crossbow arrows were fired with a buzzing sound and shot straight towards the flying monster with flapping wings.

The crossbow arrows that had been invincible in previous battles were now easily deflected by these monsters with the spears in their hands.

Everyone could hardly believe what was happening before their eyes. Before Bethnis could give the next order, the enemy raised their spears and fired a wave of projectiles at them.

The spear attacked with lightning speed. The knight in heavy armor had no time to roll to avoid it. He was pierced through with his armor. The powerful attack even nailed him to the ground. The breastplate on his chest shattered into several pieces. He died before he could even scream.

With just one round of spear attacks, a large number of heavily armored knights standing near the river bank fell down. Many of them did not even have time to take off the shields hanging on their horses before they died.

Bethnis gritted his teeth and mobilized the power of his blood, swinging his sword again to knock away two spears that were shot straight at him. Finally, his palm could not bear it anymore and cracked, and the sword fell out of his hand.

Although he was a veteran in battle and had superb skills, the blood talent he awakened was not the type that was good at strength, but just the most common low-level talent "affinity" - he was in tune with the warhorse under his crotch, and achieved a near-perfect unity between man and horse during charging battle.

Just as he was about to take out his off-hand dagger from his waist, he looked up and saw a winged monster hovering in the sky. It suddenly raised its palm towards him... A dazzling red light condensed in its palm.

……

The battle on the river bank was like a sudden nightmare to the more than one thousand Tieqiu cavalrymen.

Monsters with twisted bodies and pitch-black skins kept emerging from the river, some flapping their wings and flying high into the sky, while others immediately condensed weapons in their hands and joined the battle as soon as they climbed ashore... In this fight, no matter the difference in the number of people on both sides or the competition of individual combat power, they crushed this group of mortal elite knights.

Rather than a melee, it was more like a one-sided massacre.

Especially after the death of Bethnis, the only commander with low-level bloodline power, the soldiers whose wills were gradually collapsing were even more unable to resist. They were pierced through the chest by the spears of the demon lizardmen, or blasted into pieces by a beam of red lightning.

In less than half an hour, the land on the river bank was soaked with sticky blood. The dying people who had not yet completely died were still wailing. Those who dropped their weapons and tried to escape were quickly caught up by the Winged Living and easily killed. In the chaos, some people even jumped directly into the river in panic and sank to the bottom of the river with their full body armor made of fine steel.

The knight's banner that was stuck in the ground had fallen down at some point, and the emblem with two crossed swords and the sun emblem was stained with blood and mud.

The mixed smell of blood and rust turned the river beach into an absolute hell.

The rushing river brought down more floating corpses from upstream, floating downstream... Looking closely, one could vaguely see several thick smoke columns rising into the sky from the direction of the oasis more than ten miles away, as if the entire oasis was engulfed in a huge sea of fire.

(End of this chapter)