A part of the cavalry, led by the brown-haired Wendsol, reined in their horses, stopped where they were, turned their horses' heads, and faced the orc formation not far away, and the knights on the horses clenched their weapons one after another—according to Anduin Lothar's orders, even if tens of thousands of orcs on the opposite side rushed together, they would have to resist desperately, and they would never retreat until they were all killed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The other part, led by the red-haired Marcus, broke away from the cavalry brigade and divided into two groups, which roamed the banks of the lake on either side of the avenue - according to Anduin Lothar's orders, they were to kill all orcs who tried to make it to the shore.

All the remaining cavalry, including Wrynn, gathered behind Anduin Lothar, and the horses under their crotches did not stop, and they ran straight at the chaotic orc army on the avenue - although the opponents were several times their number, they ...... Kill the enemy today!

The orc army became even more chaotic - seeing the surprise attack of the human cavalry, some of the thin men wanted to resist, some of the orcs wanted to escape, some of the orcs wanted to jump into the lakes on either side, and some of the orcs in the back row, not seeing what was going on in front of them at all, just squeezed forward.

Some of the clan's dignitaries were involved in the siege, shouting loudly to rally their people around them - and they did, but without Orgrim's orders, the leaders of the clans did not know whether they should resist, flee, or jump into the lake - the orcs were so intellectually inferior that they might as well lunge forward with one mind to consider such a question.

In this way, with most of the orcs desperately crowding forward, Anduin Lothar's war horse took the lead and slammed into the chest of one of the orcs in the front row.

With a click, and without any suspense, the orc was crushed in the chest by the galloping warhorse, but it couldn't take a few steps back, because the other orcs behind it kept pushing it forward, and it couldn't even fall.

Anduin Lothar's horse neighed, slowing itself. This horse was not the mount of Anduin Lothar during his expeditions to the south of the continent, but was re-allotted by King Terenus for the Iron Horse Brotherhood after his arrival in Lordaeron.

However, the quality of this horse was not inferior to Anduin Lothar's mount in Stormwind, and a good horse knew how to protect himself and his owner in the event of a collision, so Anduin Lothar's horse was not injured.

At Anduin Lothar's side, a warrior of the Iron Horse Brotherhood caught up, and the war horse under his crotch also crashed into the orcs in the front row, and the successive collisions, and the fear of the cavalry, finally caused the chaotic orcs to begin to retreat slightly.

"Kill!" Anduin Lothar let out a loud roar, his sword slashing through the throat of an orc who clutched his wounds, but blood splattered into the sky like a fountain as his throat was cut.

The horses under their crotches stepped forward in rhythmic steps, and the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood waved their weapons tirelessly, harvesting the lives of the orcs.

Some of the orcs were not willing to be killed, and they screamed and tried to make a final counterattack with their weapons, but their weapons did little to bother the human cavalry on the tall horses, and by the time they realized that they should prioritize their horses, they had already been reaped with spears and two-handed swords.

Most of the orcs had lost the will to resist, and they turned their heads in fear of the human cavalry in front of them like a killing god, trying to turn back and flee.

However, the orcs behind were still crowded forward, and there was little way for them to move, either forward or backward. The human cavalry on horseback marched slowly under the leadership of Anduin Lothar, and at the same time, like leeks, the orcs fell in rows as they passed.

Finally, the orcs in the front row could not bear the pressure, and they turned to both sides and jumped into the lakes on both sides of the avenue, some of the orcs could swim and they swam towards the shore, some of the orcs were landlubbers, and even some of the orcs who could swim gradually sank into the lake because of their panic and heavy armor.

The orcs who desperately swam towards the shore did not escape the fate of being slaughtered. Marcus led a troop of human cavalry to and from the lake, and when the orcs approached the shore, he rushed up and stabbed them to death or hacked them to death in the shallow water.

The orcs' weapons had long been swimming desperately and they didn't know where they had been dropped, so the battlefield on Marcus's side was a little more relaxed, and it was a completely one-sided slaughter, however, none of the human cavalry would feel sympathy for this group of orcs in their hearts - the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, all of whom were made up of the remnants of Stormwind, almost all of whom had relatives and friends, died tragically in the battle of the fall of Stormwind; even if they killed this group of greenskinned bastards, their relatives would not come back from the dead-sympathy?mercy? To hell with these, only death is the ultimate destination of these green-skinned cubs!

Ureon followed closely by his teacher's side, holding a spear in his right hand and a large, strangely shaped one-handed sword in his left hand - this sword was extremely thick, and the end of the blade was slightly upturned in one hand called "Guardian of the King" - after joining the Iron Horse Brotherhood, Anduin Lothar passed this one-handed sword from Ureon's father to his disciple.

Kill, kill, kill!—there was only one thought left in Uryon's mind - he didn't have any chance to fight the invaders when the orcs captured Stormwind, and now that his teacher approved him to go on the battlefield, he must pay for the invaders' blood.

Wrynn's crazy appearance was not at all like a new man who had just stepped into battle, he did not feel fear at all, nor did he feel any discomfort, and the heart of Wryon was full of joy to see those orcs being killed by spears and spears while being terrified.

The Brotherhood of Iron Horses was not without casualties, but for every knight who was pulled off his horse by a dying orc and drowned in the ranks of the orcs, another knight fearlessly filled his place.

It was as if a military band was playing the beat, and in the neat movements, the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood were venting their thirst for revenge - one after another...... As long as they kill all the orcs, they can reclaim Stormwind and return to their warm and rich homeland in the south.