"Have you heard? The Black Cavalry Army is nearby, and they will send people to meet us soon!"
"Black Cavalry? Real or fake?"
"Of course it's true! Last night I saw a sentry from the Black Cavalry enter our camp, and Miss Vera even received him personally."
"So we're safe?"
"Nonsense! With the black cavalry nearby, the troll still has the guts to come?"
…
Similar conversations are going on in every corner of the camp.
The tense atmosphere in the air was completely swept away, replaced by a kind of excitement after the disaster.
It seemed that the three words "Black Cavalry" had some kind of special magical power, as long as they were nearby, it represented absolute safety.
The reason is also very simple.
The Black Cavalry is the most powerful army in the northern border of the empire!
Yes, the most powerful, bar none.
The number of this army is actually not large, only 50,000.
However, it is an army composed of pure cavalry!
This army of 50,000 cavalry is a well-deserved patron saint of the north, and it is also a lingering nightmare in the hearts of trolls.
"Boom boom boom..."
Near noon, the ground suddenly began to tremble.
A black torrent appeared on the horizon and was rushing towards the Reach Camp.
However, the people in the camp did not panic at all, because they had already seen the black lion flag fluttering in the wind!
The emblem of the Saint Hilde family, the lord of the north, is a golden lion, so in the north, no other family dares to use a lion as an emblem.
The visitor was naturally from the St. Hilde family, but ordinary members of the St. Hilde family would not dare to change the golden lion to black.
There is only one exception.
He is the younger brother of the contemporary Duke of the North and the supreme commander of the Black Cavalry—Marquis Garcia St. Hilde.
Unlike the vain title of the Duke's eldest son, the Marquis of Charles, the Marquis of Garcia is a real lord.
He is also the only real Marquis in the Northern Territory.
His territory occupies almost a quarter of the entire northern border, and it is precisely because of this vast expanse of land that Marquis Garcia can support the Black Cavalry, an army of tigers and wolves composed of pure cavalry. division.
As the army approached, Vera also came out to meet it in person.
Behind her, excited, excited, and even fanatical soldiers gathered.
In the northern border, almost all aspiring young people regard joining the Black Cavalry Army as the highest honor.
However, the recruitment standards of the Black Cavalry Army are extremely strict.
It was so harsh that one wondered if the Black Cavalry didn't want any more recruits.
"咴 law law..."
Amidst the neighing of the horses, the black cavalry army began to slow down.
The leading knight in a black cloak lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing a majestic face.
"Uncle Garcia!"
Vera couldn't help shouting, with tears in her eyes.
The hardships, fights, and life-and-death experiences encountered during the escape all exhausted the eighteen-year-old aristocratic girl, and now that she finally saw the backbone, she inevitably lost her composure.
Marquis Garcia got off his horse and walked up to Vera, showing a gentle smile:
"Welcome home!"
Vera also didn't care about maintaining noble etiquette, she walked a few steps quickly, and threw herself into the arms of Marquis Garcia.
"Hahaha!" Marquis Garcia burst into laughter immediately, reaching out to pat Vera's back lightly, "It seems that I was really frightened by those trolls, don't be afraid, uncle will help you avenge yourself!"
"Uncle~~" Vera suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, none of those trolls who have invaded the northern border can return alive!" The Marquis looked at Vera's snow-white hair, and a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I said so!"
When such almost arrogant words were uttered from the mouth of Marquis Garcia, they seemed all the more natural.
No one in the room dared to doubt whether Marquis Garcia was capable of fulfilling his promise.
The marquis who commanded the black cavalry was like a god on the battlefield!
"I've seen Lord Marquis!" Knight Bliss hurried forward to salute.
"Knight of Bliss." Marquis Garcia noticed the other's empty right arm, "It's a pity that you lost an arm..."
"My opponent is even more regretful, he lost a head!"
"Hahaha! Good! This is what a northern knight should look like!"
Marquis Garcia thumped Bliss's chest several times, making no secret of his appreciation.
And the always calm, even indifferent Knight Bliss, at this time, also showed a rare respect and even fanaticism when facing the army god of the north.
Not to mention the soldiers behind, most of them saw the legendary Marquis of the Northern Territory for the first time, and they were all blushing with excitement, as if they would swear to follow to the giant just waiting for Marquis Garcia's order. Kill the devil.
Even the dutiful son Sal, who always had his eyes above his head, looked at the tall figure of Marquis Garcia and was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
"I want to be like him too!"
Thrall swore secretly in his heart.
After Marquis Garcia finished appeasing the fanatical soldiers, Vera finally had time to step forward and ask:
"Uncle, there are still many wounded in the camp, please arrange for doctors and priests to treat them immediately! In addition, there is a knight who is seriously injured..."
"Don't worry, after I got the news, I specially brought the doctors and priests who accompanied the army." Marquis Garcia pointed to an old grey-haired priest behind him, and introduced to Vera, "Even Archbishop Raven I was pulled together."
"It is my honor to serve you!" Archbishop Raven bowed to Vera.
"Then I will trouble you!" Vera breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know the archbishop of Raven, she knew that the position of archbishop was not something that ordinary priests could hold.
In the entire northern border, the Guanghui Church has only arranged three archbishops.
The profession of priest is not the main combat profession, and its combat effectiveness is not strong.
Their main job, apart from serving the Lord of Radiance and spreading the glory of the Lord, is to preside over baptisms and treat injuries.
It is a standard auxiliary occupation.
Therefore, this profession is not like fighters, knights, and mages, which can be divided into ranks based on strength, but generally speaking, the higher the position a priest holds in the church, the stronger his healing ability will be.
In Vera's view, this Archbishop of Raven should be the Lord of Radiance's response to her previous prayer.
So, she didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and hurriedly led Archbishop Raven and others to the tent where Colin was.
Marquis Garcia also followed.
He was very curious about the origin of the knight who could make his niece so nervous.
When they came outside the tent, Vera and Raven walked straight in.
But Marquis Garcia stopped in his tracks.
"What's your name?" He had long noticed the man who had been guarding outside the tent.
When everyone gathered around to meet him before, only this man was still standing there, not leaving a single step.
"Dear Marquis, my name is Raymond Mauben, and I am a knight of the Angelet family."
"The one over there is..."
"The one inside is the son of the baron—Knight Colin Angelet."
Marquis Garcia nodded, patted Raymond on the shoulder twice as comfort, and then walked into the tent.
"How is the injury of this Colin knight?"
"Not too good..." Archbishop Raven frowned, "Actually, it is a miracle in itself that he can survive to this day with such an injury!"
"Please do your best!" Vera begged from the side.
Raven glanced at Vera, turned around and exchanged glances with Marquis Garcia, and then took out a delicate vial:
"Then, I can only try the holy water."
(end of this chapter)