Chapter 87: The Transaction
When Prince Jandar saw the troop of fully armored cavalrymen, lances in hand, charging straight for them on the road out of the city, he knew he was exposed.
His Ghazi warriors all reached into their bosoms, where they kept the Beast Blood concocted by their tribal shamans. Drinking it would allow them to unleash terrifying power, several times their usual strength.
Of course, the price was also extremely heavy. The Beast Blood's duration was limited, and after the burst of power, everyone would fall into a prolonged state of weakness.
Those cavalrymen with feather decorations on their backs held their lances, blocking their path ahead. Behind them were heavy infantrymen, wielding two-handed axes, clad in who-knows-how-many layers of dark chainmail, an awe-inspiring sight.
These cunning Franks had actually laid a trap with no escape.
