When Prince Jandar saw the cavalry, fully armored and gripping lances, charging straight at them on the road out of the city, he knew he had been exposed.
His Ghazi warriors swiftly reached into their clothes, where they kept the Beast Blood brewed by their tribal Shaman Wizards. If they drank it, they could unleash a terrifying power many times greater than usual.
Of course, the cost was extremely dire.
The duration of the Beast Blood was limited. After its effect wore off, everyone would fall into a prolonged state of weakness.
The cavalry, with feathers adorning their helmets, blocked their path, lances in hand.
From behind came heavy infantry, clutching two-handed axes and clad in layers of daunting black chain armor, whose sight alone was intimidating.
These cunning Franks had set up a trap with no escape route!
