The ground began to tremble violently, the kind of commotion that only tens of thousands of horses galloping could create, as countless Tukan cavalry swarmed in.
They possessed thick bodies, black hair, yellow skin, relatively flat faces, shorter legs, and arms as sturdy as those of dwarves. The armor they wore varied widely, from leather armor and beast armor to scale armor and chainmail. A small portion wore dragon scale full armor, a design distinctly different from Felen Continent craftsmanship, likely plundered from the Far East Empire of the Karasa Continent.
The only similarity was that they all carried riding bows on their backs, prairie scimitars at their waists, and as they charged forward, their riding bows already in hand, bent to the extreme. They only awaited a command from the robust Tukan General at the front to unleash a volley of arrows.
"Stop!"
