The entries for these three Black Armored Knights were all identical.
If not for their different weapons, it would have been difficult to tell them apart.
One held a Kite Shield and a Nailhead Warhammer; one leaned on a Dual-Wielded Greatsword; and the last one carried a Single-Bladed Long Axe.
Their mere presence exerted an intense pressure on everyone in the caravan. They were like three steel behemoths.
Guard Captain Bennett's expression was grim, his brows tightly furrowed. His hand rubbed the hilt of his sword as he calculated his odds of winning against the three of them.
The result made his heart sink.
One-on-one, he was confident he could hold his own for a while, but victory would be difficult. It all came down to the difference in their equipment.
That black heavy armor was clearly of fine make; his own Longsword would probably have trouble piercing it. But if he took even a single hit, he'd be dead or crippled.
And there were three such Black Armored Knights!
