Samar rode a war horse, his black armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
He held a scimitar in his hand, ready to teach those Egyptians a painful lesson.
From a distance, he saw the other party raising a staff and some strange crocodile eggshells.
"It's Master Heka of Egypt!"
"Kill them! Present their heads to Lord Samar!"
These ordinary spells of Master Heka are simply unable to stop the iron cavalry of Samar.
After all, these cavalry moved very quickly, and those spells could not hit them easily.
At Samar's command, the cavalry rushed out like a storm and attacked the magicians directly.
The Egyptian magicians immediately began to chant spells, and the crocodile eggshells reflected a strange light in the sunlight.
Streams of golden light gushed out from the top of the staff, transforming into swirling blades of sand and dust, heading towards the rapidly approaching cavalry.
However, the cavalry of Samar were like a gust of wind, nimbly shuttling between these sand and dust spells at such a speed that only afterimages were left.
The spell struck the open ground, raising clouds of dust, but failed to harm a single cavalryman.
Samar snorted coldly and was about to urge the cavalry to speed up, but he caught a glimpse of a special figure in the team from the corner of his eye.
That magician was different from the others, as he was surrounded by a faint golden light.
Strangely, he did not participate in the attack, nor did he turn to look in the direction of Samar, but just stood quietly in the middle of the team.
Like waiting for something.
Samar frowned slightly.
This man is not afraid of danger? Then, he is the strongest among the Egyptian mages.
He decided to change direction and kill the most powerful magician first to vent his hatred.
He pulled the reins and rushed straight towards the magician who was glowing with golden light.
However, just as he was about to launch the charge, a strong feeling of discomfort suddenly hit him.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his chest felt stuffy, his stomach churned, and he even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
His horse began to get restless, and Samar had to hold on to the reins tightly, trying to keep his balance.
"What is that?" Samar frowned and turned around suddenly to look behind him.
He suddenly discovered that the ground began to fluctuate strangely, as if something terrible was brewing.
And just as he turned around, the ten elite cavalrymen around him fell to the ground almost instantly, and their blood spilled into the sand pool.
He couldn't even utter a cry of pain.
Samar's eyes widened and his mind went blank for a moment.
These cavalrymen were his personal guards, and each of them was an elite among elites. How could they all be wiped out without even a chance to react?
"It's him!"
Samar soon realized that the deadly aura was emanating from the golden magician.
The Golden Light Wizard was still standing there leisurely, but Samar had no idea when he turned around.
Samar quickly came to his senses. He knew that if he could not kill the magician with a faint golden glow, the cavalry would still be threatened by him.
Without thinking too much, he immediately swung his scimitar and ordered the remaining cavalry to charge with all their might.
However, he soon discovered that the closer he got to the magician, the heavier the air around him became, and even his warhorse seemed to walk with a heavy step.
Those sand blades controlled by the golden light magician were able to accurately pierce through the cavalry formation and defeat his soldiers one by one.
Samar almost roared, and tried his best to command the cavalry to bypass the edge of the dust and try to get closer to the target.
However, no matter how the cavalry charged, they could not touch the mage at all.
The battle reached a stalemate.
In Samar's rage, the cavalry launched swift and almost suicidal attacks again and again.
Some magicians, ordinary Heka masters, had used up all their magic power and gradually seemed to be exhausted.
They had to dodge the cavalry's attacks, and although Master Heka protected them, they still suffered some minor or serious cuts.
Only Master Heka remained calm and composed, holding his staff, like a lighthouse in the sea of sand, unafraid of the storm.
"Charge! Charge!"
Samar roared, the scimitar in his hand flashing coldly.
This elite cavalry unit has now lost nearly one-third of its troops.
You know, since Samar entered Egyptian territory, this cavalry team has never suffered such heavy casualties.
"Stand out to the left and right!"
"Lord Samar is going to use that trick!"
After receiving Samar's order, the cavalry in front immediately changed their formation.
This is the most threatening offensive formation of Samar and his cavalry!
When fighting with the defenders of Memphis, he used this formation to directly take the head of the Egyptian general who was guarding Memphis.
Without any hesitation, he rode out at full speed, pointing his scimitar directly at Master Heka, who was glowing with golden light.
He knew that he was the core figure of the enemy. If he could be killed, the enemy would collapse instantly.
[Master Heka]'s eyes remained calm the entire time, and he didn't even turn his gaze towards Samar.
He just stood there, seemingly unconcerned about the approaching danger.
"Die!"
Samar roared, raised his sword high, and slashed down with his terrifying power that could destroy everything in his path.
He could clearly feel the speed of the blade breaking through the air, and he could even imagine the opponent being cut in half like a watermelon.
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