The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 1943

Dragon Knights.

Dust stirred as the red robes rose. The golden dragon rampaged and stomped on 10,000 knights. This was the most mysterious, battle-hardened, and epoch making heavy-armored combat cavalry of the Clarke family on Arcadia Island.

This mysterious cavalry once guarded the rise and fall of the Clarke family. In historical records, their figures appeared even during the moment of survival of the country.

They lived for the country and the people. They would die also for the country and the people. Loyal bones lay buried in the green hills while wicked people survived for a hundred generations!

Dragon Knights were the first iron cavalry to protect the Clarke family and the dragon ley lines in the country. Wherever they went, a torrent of red robes and gold dragons would follow!.

According to historical records, Dragon Knights had never ceased to exist for thousands of years. Every era of Dragon Knights possessed indomitable power and achieved great deeds for the world.

One of the most widely circulated and the most recorded in unofficial history was the unification of the six kingdoms by the first ruler who had secretly contacted the Dragon Knights and made a vow to protect the dragon ley lines for thousands of years.

At that time, the ancestors of the Dragon Knights, wearing the same gold dragon red robes while carrying brave and invincible postures and using blood-stained iron halberds, stomped through the six kingdoms and broke the gates apart.

It was for the unification of the land. However, out of 10,000 Dragon Knights, 7,000 were dead or wounded while 3,000 survived.

Against the magnificent backdrop of the unification, this group of cavalry that swore to defend the dragon ley lines to their deaths disappeared again without a trace.

The Dragon Knights nowadays were no longer what they used to be, but the red robes with golden dragons on them never changed.

Philip’s eyes blazed as he stared at the Dragon Knights in heavy armor kneeling in front of him. The iron plates on their chests had gone through the vicissitudes of history. The traces of stab marks were eye-catching, and even hints of dried blood seemed to have seeped into the metal.