Duke Barry sat proudly on his saddle, as bullets whizzed over his head, even cutting off his tall red plume.
His prestigious armor on the shoulder had burst open with holes, and his thigh oozed fresh blood.
There were a few distinct claw marks on the White Crystal Steel armor on his chest, left by those vile werewolves.
Even so, Duke Barry refused to bow his head, his gaze focused on the battlefield before him.
Behind the berry-laden bushes, a group of five hundred Wild Wolf Cultivators had their formation shattered by the cavalry and were slowly changing positions with the reserve forces behind them.
Before the bushes, amidst the streams and flowerbeds deep enough to reach the horse hooves, arrows and sabers flew together.
With the pounding sounds of collisions, a few Kush cavalrymen or Square Banner Knights would fall from their steeds.
The heavy armored bodies crushed the flower stems, and the purple-blue cornflower petals soared into the blue sky.
