Demon Hunting Knight rested for a moment.
At the same time, he adjusted the breathing rhythm of his horse.
After his energy and condition had recovered, he launched the second attack.
Still a straightforward frontal charge!
This time, Keton aimed at the tallest Frost Priest.
He realized that this towering Frost warrior served as their spiritual pillar, just as he did for his Demon Hunting Knights, playing a significant unifying role.
As long as he could kill this priest, the rest of the Frost Tribe would merely amount to scattered raiding soldiers.
The plateau cavalry had excellent endurance and incredible speed; a hundred meters was merely a stone's throw away.
This time, he witnessed about fifty spear-wielding Frost Warriors charging toward them under the command of that Frost Priest.
Using their flesh and blood to combat the Demon Hunting Knights fashioned of steel!
They were doomed to die, they knew they were doomed to die, yet they came forward anyway.
