Seeing that the path ahead was blocked, the tall man ordered six Black Armored Cavalry to dismount and clear the spikes from the ground.
He also sent ten men to deal with the approaching new army from behind.
Facing enemies several times their own number, the warriors of the sect, unafraid, took firm steps to meet the challenge.
On the other hand, seeing the shimmer of cold light off the armor and blades under the cover of night, fear of retreat sprouted in some of the new army's hearts.
But the Black-armored soldiers gave them no chance for regret, and in the next moment, they swung their long swords and charged forward.
The one leading the charge seemed to be a nearby farmer, still holding a hoe, and it was evident he had been living rather well recently. Although still slender, his belly had begun to round out.
He was also wearing a very finely made woolen cloak, likely plundered from somewhere.
