When the archers lose their superiority and the infantry begins to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, the cavalry is responsible for passing through the left and right flanks, relieving the pressure on the melee soldiers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis also means that his father and the human emperor Elendir has begun a head-to-head confrontation with the orcs.

Isild didn't hesitate any longer, nodded lightly at the Elven King, and issued the order for the whole army to be dispatched. The Noldor cavalry on the march did their best to control the direction of the horses and avoid ramming the Elven King standing in place. Each of the Noldor elves turned their heads sideways as they passed through the Elven King, and only Vernor, cloaked in dark gold silk, turned his face in the other direction as he approached Thrandil.

The Elven King in the eyes of everyone had a pair of bloodshot blue eyes, and she really didn't have the courage to face the melancholy revealed by those eyes.

As the Noldor cavalry quickly departed, Thranduil was enveloped in dust from the horse's hooves. Rubbing his eyes, trying to dispel the disappointment in his heart, he issued battle orders to a thousand woodland archers dressed in the equipment of the Nomenorian cavalry. When the woodland archers were not skillful in handling their horses to reach the front line of battle, the Elven King entered the midfield with two thousand real Nomenorian cavalry.

The midfield attack by the Noumenor cavalry was the final decision of last night's meeting. However, Thranduil's first task was not to attack in the midfield, but to use the favorable terrain in the midfield to rescue or assist the cavalry on the left and right flanks at any time. The reason why the Woodland Soldiers were swapped with the Numenorian Cavalry was because the Elf Five's battle orders were only useful for the Woodland Soldiers. In order to ensure that the battle plan was foolproof and that the living orc leader Hammidon could be brought back, Thranduil needed skilled archers. Although it took a lot of effort to convince the Numenor cavalry to act as woodland archers for the time being, Thranduil felt that his efforts had not been in vain, but when he rode the deer to the front of the battle, and saw that all the arrangements were completed.

While waiting for Hamilton to approach, Thranduil untied the chains that had bound the deer. The captain of the guard, Elos, who had been ordered to come, walked over without saying a word, only glanced at him secretly, and then quickly pulled the chain back to the team in a suppressed puzzlement.

Eros knew that his king would play a strange game today, strange enough to have the woodland elves play the role of the Númenorian cavalry, strange enough to give way to the woodland elves in front of the formation to move parallel to him, ensuring that he was always within range of the bow and arrows. Eros was very afraid, the elven king who rushed towards the enemy would also be within the range of the bow and arrows, and after the command to release the arrows was given, the elven king would also be in the rain of arrows, wouldn't he also be injured? He didn't dare to say a word, so he could only watch as the Elven King led the cavalry into the sea of orcs.

After leading the cavalry to disperse the small group of orcs who were trying to besiege the High King, and escorting Irendil back to the Dendan's infantry camp, the cavalry led by Thranduil was only half of the number. Fortunately, the charging cavalry on the left and right flanks were relatively smooth, allowing him to observe the enemy around him with all his strength after the battle. When he caught the white orc, who was twice his size, Elendir, who noticed that something was wrong, gasped and said to him: "You don't have many cavalry left, just do a good job, don't take the initiative." ”

Tilting his head and smiling at the aged Elendil, Thranduil had done something that stunned all living beings. Standing on the vacant seat that the cavalry had just cleared, he resolutely removed the armor on his body. At this time, he was wearing a gold-silk robe with jewels and no defensive effect at all, and the light emitted by the High Elves themselves attracted the attention of all living beings, and naturally fell into the eyes of the white orcs. Seeing this familiar creature appear, and retreating to the temporarily empty border area between the two armies, he turned his head and ran towards the cavalry on the left flank, and the half-orc leader Han Midon decisively gave up the midfield and chased after him with most of the heavy helmets and half-orcs.

In the course of the pursuit, Hamilton encountered the obstruction of the Númenorian cavalry, and the Noldor cavalry on the left flank came to their senses and was moving in the direction of the Elven King. But all this only made Hamilton even angrier. He was fed up with letting himself be chased by strong orcs, and the elven king who released cold arrows in front of him every day. At the same time as he roared, Hamilton gave the order for the orcs on the left flank to abandon the Noldor cavalry to surround the Elven King. As he ran, he pulled out his not-so-well-used bow and arrow, and just as he took aim, he realized that the Elven King had already run out of the range of the orc's bow (the orc's bow and arrow were shorter, and the range was much less than the elven bow, but their bows and arrows were stained with poison. Kill your opponent not with accurate arrows, but with poison juice. ）。

Seeing that the Elven King had stopped some distance away from the Noldor cavalry, Hammidon burst into ecstasy: Then let's have a melee fight, can you single-handedly defeat me with a thin body without rings and armor protection?

Hamilton is the most cerebral half-orc, not one of them. To become the leader of 100,000 and a half orcs, he relied not only on luck and military exploits, but also on a more stable deployment. Because he had never directly confronted the Elven King, although he had a certain degree of confidence that he could defeat the other party, he thought that the opponent was an elf known for his "cunning soldiers", so he made a more calm arrangement - let all the nearby orcs approach the Elven King in a surrounding situation, clear the surrounding enemies, and stop all the allies who tried to come to help. And he himself led three times the number of orcs to attack the Nomenor cavalry trailing behind the Elven King, leaving the Elven King without the last protection.

While Hamilton was busy clearing out Allied soldiers, Thranduil was not idle. He took a few steps back as he killed the enemy. Having been instructed to pull the chain, Eros had just fastened the other end of the chain to Thrandil's leg when he was given the order to return to the team immediately. Although he feared that the Elven King would eventually die without the protection of his soldiers, Aeros had no choice.

Returning to the ranks of the woodland archers, he found that his king was about to be isolated surrounded by orcs. The orcs were scattering the main cavalry of Isild and Noldor, and the Nomenorian cavalry on the other side was about to be separated from the orc encirclement. The Elven King's side of the Noldor and Numenorian cavalry were killed less than 30, and Eros was so anxious that he shouted in his heart: Even if a thousand woodland soldiers fired arrows at the same time, the random arrows could shoot you to death!

But looking at the woodland "cavalry" behind him that began to gather according to the order, Aeros was sure that even if they were the best cavalry, it would be impossible to save the Elven King with so many enemies.

Eros was in utter despair.