Chapter 155: Silver Blood Horses

Swish! Swish! 

The sound of friction against grass fell into Asher's ears. He turned and saw his men behind him. All the King Swordsmen were with him and none of them came with their mounts. The King Swordsmen troop wasn't a cavalry troop so they did not need their mounts to perfect their fighting capacity. 

The mounts were for their mobility.

At this moment, they were in a forest. There was no flame torch and the skies were still dark but it was slowly clearing up. The dew on the leaves of the plants irritated Asher at first but he grew to ignore it and focus on what he would gain from this.

He saw a small, flawless foot touching the tip of a grass and he traced the foot straight to the head. The owner of the foot wore a white gown that reached her ankles and the sleeves had a cut from the wrist to the elbow, making it flutter at the slightest brush of the wind.