"This is Marquis Losa's army!"
"These are the legendary Winged Cavalry!"
Fulk was somewhat overwhelmed, watching the cavalry with bright plate armor and a forest of plume decorations on their backs.
Losa's Winged Cavalry, due to their unique decorations and their illustrious achievements, had long been celebrated throughout Christendom. When leaving Hebron, he was somewhat regretful for not seeing the Winged Cavalry's charge with his own eyes.
But soon, Fulk realized that this battle, though he saw the Winged Cavalry, nothing could be worse than having their lances aimed at him.
Ivan tightened the reins.
He was a naturally courageous and fearless warrior, but he had to admit that seeing the figure with a golden mask, riding a giant horse like a nightmare, he felt a hint of tension in his heart.
He nudged Fulk with his knee.
Facing the other's puzzled gaze, he asked, "What's the purpose of the feather decorations on their backs?"
This question stumped Fulk.
