"Sir Knight, thank you for your assistance! Please share your name, may Buck High Land offer you a drink!"
Buck Knight Toran removed his deer crown helmet.
His face was dark, and he expressed his sincerest thanks to Dick.
The battle was surprisingly simple.
They even had few casualties.
The Buck Knight's mount, weighing about 1600 kilograms, was twice the weight of a battle horse and had an intimidating presence.
Every Buck moved agilely, able to traverse the forest effortlessly, unmatched in field combat.
However, they were not good at frontal assaults.
If they relied solely on the remaining forces of the Buck Knights, they would be individually picked off by the Shattered Archers.
Yet, when that strange force of a thousand elite soldiers pressed forward, Tricky's army collapsed at the first confrontation.
They disrupted the flanks, swept through the routed soldiers, and charged the formation.
Together, the two sides quickly ended the battle.
