Chapitre 1166: A Youth's Command - Part 5

"Mm…" Oliver mused. Those chariots were better armoured than their men. Covered in thick and weighty steel. There were three men atop them at all times. They were mobile, deadly fortresses with the blades that spun from the wheels of the hubs. The Stormfront men knew not to attack them. On a battlefield, especially on the plains, all that a Stormfronter could do was hope to avoid them.

Now Oliver found himself spying something in them. The slightest shred of weakness. His heartbeat sped up ever so slightly. He wet his lips with his tongue, and swallowed down a pitiful amount of salvia. He finally found himself with an order that he could give.

There were fewer chariots there than there were women in Solgrim. A few hundred, at the very most. Once they gathered speed, they would be monstrous things. But bunched up as they were, with no speed to them, they seemed like awfully tempting targets.