Feeling the tremors from the earth, Cumberland slowly drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at the sky.

Alfonso looked at the slowly expanding tide of death in his field of vision and said softly, "I, Alfonso de Carvalho, hereby swear an oath, witnessed by God!"

Humility and integrity are my principles; compassion and sacrifice are my honor; courage and justice are my glory!

Cumberland swung his sword forward with a sudden thrust, and the 330-strong knightly order began to slowly accelerate forward.

Alfonso urged his horse on, raising his voice: "Faced with a formidable enemy, we are fearless and undaunted! Courageous and loyal, we are worthy of the gods!"

The knights around him chimed in, "Speaking the truth is the best policy! Protecting the weak is the natural order!"

The enemy in the cavalry's line of sight was getting closer and closer, and they could gradually make out the outline of the undead army.

Alfonso removed his mask, raised his greatsword, and shouted, "I swear to treat the weak kindly! I swear to bravely fight against violence!"

More and more people are following his voice: "I swear to fight against all wrong! I swear to fight for the unarmed!"

The vanguard of the undead forces had rapidly approached to within a kilometer of the cavalry.

On the battlefield, the knights' oaths grew louder and louder, gradually drowning out the roars of the undead.

"I swear to help anyone who asks me for help! I swear not to harm any woman! I swear to be true to my friends! I swear to be faithful to my loved ones until death!"

The Necromancers' Vanguard and the Knights have come within striking distance.

Cumberland swung his longsword, beheading a necromancer, and roared ahead.

"Knights, charge!"