The charge of this group of heavy-armored cavalry had finally begun.
A terrifying roar sounded. It was as if a flood had been released. With the top-notch strength of the Sarrandian people, they began to charge towards the area of the Riesnidon River bandits as if they were venting.
Kant was at the front. His delicate and well-proportioned palm was already gripping the hilt of his sword.
The mages were reporting.
Right in front.
They had sensed the aura of a spellcaster as well.
Although it had been concealed, they could still clearly sense that the spellcaster's aura came from the dark red sect. This was because only those forces that often came into contact with demons could have such a dense demonic elemental aura!
Moreover, among the Reisneston River Bandits, there were more than five Grand Knights!
This was not a threat to Kant.
It was just an appetizer.