The Wolf Cavalry camp resembled a fierce beast lurking in the darkness.
When it opens its bloody maw and reveals sharp fangs.
Blood is destined to flow like rivers!
Nelson stood still, quietly waiting.
Before leaving, Julius Reed had once said.
When this firework blooms, only then can the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance truly be called the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
Time passed second by second.
Nelson felt the ground beneath her feet trembling.
She raised her head and looked ahead.
Is it storm clouds?
The dense black mass gradually obscured the distant sky.
No!
It's the cavalry!
Nelson lit her phone and raised it high!
The moment the light shone.
The shadows halted.
Then.
The foremost warhorse began to gallop frantically, arriving before Nelson in an instant!
The warhorse raised its front hooves high!
No sound was made.
Mont Horse, the horse most suited for covert operations!
