"Finally, it's time for the decisive battle."
Renault felt his mouth dry.
He didn't care much about the fall of the Holy Land; even though he had converted to the so-called "true faith," Renault did it just for better treatment after conversion.
"Brothers, later stay close to me, and no one is allowed to fall behind."
Wearing pitch-black chain armor, he instructed.
"Look quickly, boss!"
"The enemy's evil beast!"
The Kurdish cavalry of the Shayue Tribe exclaimed one after another.
The ground was trembling.
Over a dozen giant beasts, more than five meters tall, more imposing than war elephants, with heavy footsteps, smashed the gate of the camp and arrived on the front lines. Their heads were fitted with rhino-like iron ramming horns, and several drivers rode on the dragon saddles on their backs.
Torle stood at the forefront on the back of a fierce dragon, holding a javelin in one hand and embracing a helmet with the other, his gaze supercilious.
