Chapter 312

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Chapter 312: Legendary Master
Zhang Mu thought about where he was and remembered the legends from his previous life, immediately thinking of the legendary Grassland Cavalry.
Grassland Cavalry!
Of course, judging by the numbers, it seemed to be approaching just three hundred, making up only a part of the cavalry. It was unclear whether they were short in numbers or had not been fully formed in time.
In Zhang Mu’s memory, the legendary Grassland Cavalry was the elite cavalry selected by evolvers in the competition of the Race Wars, a premium force for humans. At the start of the Race Wars, they were invincible.
However, due to the high selection criteria for the Grassland Cavalry, even at their peak, they only numbered around six to seven thousand. Against the vast numbers of mutant beasts and zombie hordes, they could not reverse the inevitable defeat of humans.
But Zhang Mu vividly remembered how these few thousand men charged in and out of the hundreds of thousands of zombie hordes, stirring the blood of all humans in the Race Wars.
Yet, the numbers were still too few.
If they hadn’t left in time, all the cavalry would have been wiped out. Zhang Mu remembers a whole cavalry unit, now reduced to just a few remaining soldiers.
It can be imagined that they eventually became a symbolic grassland cavalry, never able to regain their former glory.
The Wolf King seemed to recognize who they were, likely having interacted with this cavalry before. Zhang Mu could sense seriousness in its eyes, though not as much as when it had just looked at him. However, the strength of these cavalry soldiers was enough to make the Wolf King, who commanded thousands of mutated wild wolves, take notice.
The cavalry marched at an extremely fast pace, their thunderous hoofbeats sounding as if they were right in front of Zhang Mu. He could also see the other members of the cavalry lined up in a single file behind them.
Almost everyone was holding a heavy melee weapon, though not as exaggerated as the massive axe the leader had. They mostly wielded axes, halberds, iron hammers, and similar heavy weapons, handling them with ease.
Are they all power-type evolvers?
Could they be from the grassland cavalry?
Zhang Mu had a guess. The reputation of the grassland cavalry in future generations was so great that at that time, as an Era Sub-merchant, Zhang Mu could only provide some support to humans by donating supplies. The main fighters were these high-ranking warriors who directly engaged in battles with other races, the heroes.
It’s no wonder Zhang Mu was so impressed, as the standards of the grassland cavalry were extremely strict, preferring quality over quantity. Evolvers with similar abilities were selected to charge together like a sharp blade, aiming straight for the enemy’s heart.
The first condition is, as a cavalry, you need to have a tame mutant horse.
You either have to be an evolver with taming abilities, or have the awakening ability to control creatures, plus you need to have astonishing strength, which is quite rare even among the cavalry.
Alternatively, in more common situations, some herdsmen still retain the habit of raising horses, or some grassland riders, they can all control their horses even if their wild side is triggered by evolution waves, because over time, the horses also develop a spiritual connection, knowing who cares for them, and are more docile as a result, so taming a mutant horse does not require the rare awakening ability of animal control.
These guys are usually excellent horsemen, coupled with their strong physical bodies, they have abilities leaning towards strength, so the cavalry formed by strength-type evolvers holds a more central position.
While Zhang Mu was pondering how the grassland cavalry appeared, the man leading the group, holding a giant axe in one hand, also caught sight of Zhang Mu and the others surrounded by wolves, suddenly raised his axe, pointing towards the Wolf King, seemingly issuing a threat.
The expression on the Wolf King’s face didn’t seem very friendly, having just been threatened by Zhang Mu, a human, and now facing a former adversary also issuing threats, its anger started to rise.
However, it remembered that the mutated wolfhound was following it, so after a loud howl, it turned around and left directly. The wolves behind, who had initially been eager to fight against the cavalry, now upon hearing the Wolf King’s unquestionable command, followed suit, running wildly while echoing the Wolf King’s howls without pause.
As it left, the mutated wolfhound looked back somewhat fondly at Zhang Mu and the others quietly watching it leave, but realizing its power had not yet increased, it quickly turned its head and followed in the footsteps of the Wolf King, influenced by the surrounding wolves, producing a sound eerily close to a wolf’s howl from its throat.
The Wolf King at the front turned back deeply, not towards the cavalry, but smilingly at Zhang Mu. There was a hint of fear in its eyes, as it firmly stored this human’s face in its memory.
When the pack of wolves completely left, the iron riders arrived just in time. After a neighing sound, all the horses stopped in their tracks, breathing heavily through their nostrils, looking down at Zhang Mu and the others surrounded.
These mutated horses were originally huge in size, and after evolving, they grew directly to a height of two and a half meters. Many men wearing animal skins were sitting on them, curiously looking at the two of them. As for Obsidian Beetle, it had already shrunk back to sleep in Yuan Rui’s clothes.
The fiery red horse standing in front of Zhang Mu had bulging, thick muscles all over its body, making it stronger than the other mutated horses.
A thought flashed through Zhang Mu’s mind, vaguely guessing whether this horse might have shown atavistic bloodlines, about to transform into its critically endangered ancestral bloodline, the sweat-blooded warhorse!
Just as Zhang Mu was about to look up at the leader of these legendary warriors, the leading man used the axe’s blade to support the ground directly, leaping off the horse, crashing to the ground, letting Zhang Mu see his face clearly. Both sides could look each other in the eye equally, making Zhang Mu immediately feel favourable.
He was a man with reddish-black skin, slightly shorter than Zhang Mu but around six feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders. The massive axe beside him, towering over his body, looked exceptionally burly.
Seeing their leader dismount, the other grassland men also leaped off their horses one after another. The nearby ground trembled continuously, showing the astonishing weight of their bodies.
But Zhang Mu saw no malice on their faces. The cavalry leader took a look at the young Zhang Mu and Yuan Rui, then seemed to be sizing up the two. After a while, he spoke, as if introducing himself to Zhang Mu, brought a fist to his chest and said, “Hachikuju, Captain of the Ordos City Cavalry, heard the sounds of the wolves and came to investigate, just in time to see you surrounded.
Friends, the wolves didn’t harm you, did they?”