Ashen Dragon
Chapter 756 - Chapter 756 Chapter 121 Thunderous Assault

Chapter 756: Chapter 121: Thunderous Assault Chapter 756: Chapter 121: Thunderous Assault By the Tewar River, where the water grass is lush and sunlight is warm, lies one of the famous pastures of North Aisier, claimed to be the only place capable of breeding the purest and mightiest Aisier warhorses.

A well-equipped and well-trained Cavalry unit is stationed here. The neighing of the horses mixes with the howling wind, rendering the atmosphere somewhat noisy.

In this contingent of a thousand, almost every Cavalryman is clad in splendid armor featuring golden and shining silver hues interwoven with broad swaths of scarlet fabric, mounted on tall and powerful steeds, each bearing a Lance five to six meters long with a vivid flag fluttering at the tip.

What is most striking, though, are the giant wings on their backs, fashioned from metal frames and feathers.

—-They are the Aisier Winged Cavalry, and indeed, Walter’s most elite spearhead.

This centuries-old unit boasts glorious victories, having once completely annihilated the Orc Tribes and Giant Tribe on the North Aisier Plain, thus bringing decades of peace to these lands.

Although they pale in comparison to the Divine Descendant Legion of Holy Fadlan, they are formidable enough to sweep across any Kingdom in the North.

The conspicuous wings worn by the Winged Cavalry stem from the ancient and splendid Military traditions of Holy Fadlan; the riders wear them in emulation of Angel Divine Descendants, hoping to possess courage and strength akin to that of the Divine.

Furthermore, these wings are more than mere ornamentation; under the careful design of former Fadlan Mages, they serve to enhance Speed and reinforce the charge’s impact.

In recent years, the Aisier Cavalry has also been equipped with firearms, capable of long-distance shooting amidst chaotic battles, securing an advantage.

Just the set of Winged Cavalry armor alone weights well over a hundred kilograms; to don such heavy gear and move as nimbly as the wind, one must be nothing less than a Professional warrior.

The presence of four-digit Professionals is beyond the wildest imagination for any earldom of Anzeta–yet the Aisier Winged Cavalry is exactly such a terrifying legion comprised of over a thousand Professionals.

It’s said that when they initiate a group charge, the tread of their warhorses shakes the earth and floods rivers, while the screeching of their wings could make even giant dragons shudder.

Even the most valiant warrior, when facing the charge of the Winged Cavalry, would find their legs softening and meet an unforgiving death.

The current General of the Winged Cavalry, Count Leonie Garcia, sits atop his steed, gazing solemnly toward the North.

The General appears to be in his fifties, sporting a finely groomed mustache and wearing armor far more ornate and cumbersome than that of regular Winged Cavalry, portraying an imposing and majestic presence.

It’s said that Leonie nearly achieved the qualification to become a Divine Descendant; unfortunately, after the fragmentation of Holy Fadlan, he never had the chance again–this became the regret of his life.

As a former Holy Fadlan Cavalry General, Leonie possesses extraordinary strength.

Even his mount is no ordinary beast; it is said to have Dragon bloodline, not only displaying immense strength but also growing tough, grey-white scales.

Within the ranks of the Winged Cavalry, spears stand tall in formidable array, and the battle standards, adorned with the emblem of the Sun and Feathers, flutter capriciously in the breeze.

Leonie, astride his warhorse, patrols the front, his penetrating gaze sweeping over the ranks of Cavalry. Then he draws the horse saber from his waist and lifts it high.

The shiny silver blade glimmers in the sunlight, and the intricate patterns etched upon it twinkle faintly, while the hilt is adorned with silver Winged Ornament.

—-This is the horse saber passed down from the earliest Aisier Winged Cavalry Generals, entirely forged from Mithril, exceedingly costly, symbolizing the Winged Cavalry’s unwavering belief in inevitable victory.

And at this moment, Leonie aims to use it to boost morale, awakening the past glory and conviction of the Winged Cavalry.

“Warriors, I trust you know the war is upon us!

The evil dragons from the North and their Family Members, not content with their barren lands, covet the fertile and beautiful territory of Aisier and seek to destroy our homes!

Can we idly stand by and let this happen?”

“No–”

The array of Spears vibrates, battle standards interweave, and the Cavalry’s thunderous cries shake heaven and earth, even the horses beneath them neigh incessantly, rhythmically tapping the ground with their massive hooves.

“Thud, thud, thud…”

For a moment, the ground trembles subtly, emitting dull sounds, as if the Cavalrymen were treating their horses’ hooves as drumsticks and the earth as a drumskin, continuing to beat this giant “war drum.”

“No! We must never allow such a tragedy to happen!”

Leonie gracefully swirls the sword in mid-air, then points it straight to the sky, its tip seemingly lit by the Sun.

“Warriors, do you see? The sacred Sun still hangs high in the sky, eternal and unwavering. We remain the favored of His Majesty Amanata, still the proud and confident Fadlan People!

Over a hundred years, only Fadlan People have had reason to conquer others, never have we been the victims! And any force bold enough to provoke us will meet their doom!

Remember, as long as the Sun continues to exist in the heavens, moving by Divine Laws–Fadlan shall be everlasting!”

“For Fadlan!”

Instantly, an unimaginable uproar of enthusiastic cheers erupts within the ranks, even more majestic than before, drowning out the sound of the hooves.

The Winged Cavalry, faces ablaze with fervor, raise their Spears aloft, wave their battle standards, and cry out hoarsely the slogan “For Fadlan.”