"What's the matter, Abydis?" Uther's expression became solemn, and he realized that it must not be an ordinary thing to let the normally quiet Tulayan quarrel with him so angrily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Sir Lothar didn't attack the orcs out of a hurry. Uther, you may not know that when our horses have been running for a long time, if we fight immediately, the horses will not be too tired, at least they will not be paralyzed on the ground, but if we let the horses rest for a while at this time, the horses will be weak and will not be able to run again. Tulayan meant that he hoped that we would not stop, but first attack the orc army and let the horses run. Abidis was older and not as impulsive as Tulayan, and he calmly explained to Uther.

Is there such a thing?—Uther was taken aback - he was not a soldier, and the Kingdom of Azeroth did not have a system of universal military service, so although he was excellent in martial arts and had an excellent affinity for the Light, he did not know as much about military service as a professional soldier like Abidis who came from the Royal Guard of Lordaeron.

With only a little hesitation, Uther realized that Abidis and Tulayan could not have joked with him on such an occasion and on such a matter.

Having figured this out, Uther immediately admitted his mistake: "Sorry, Abidis, you're right, I really don't know this. Then do what you said, launch an attack, Abydis, and I'll leave the command to you for the time being, no problem, right?"

Abidis was stunned for a moment— Abidis has always been dissatisfied with Uther, a priest of Stormwind who came out of nowhere (just compared to the royal guards of Lordaeron, the Lightbringer is still very prestigious among the remnants of the storm), who suddenly became the teacher of the Prince of Arthas and the commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Abidis has always been dissatisfied, and Uther still keeps a straight face all day long, and looks like he enjoys the majesty of the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, which makes Abidis feel even more unhappy, but he never thought that Uther would hand over the command of the Knights of the Silver Hand to himself in this way。

"No problem, Uther. Abidis came back to his senses, nodded—this time with a smile, for he suddenly noticed that Uther, though always with a straight face, didn't seem so difficult to get along with—and drew his two-handed sword at his waist, and cried out, "Knights of the Silver Hand, charge, for the glory of Lordaeron, may the Light give us strength!"

The paladins, including Uther, drew their knightly two-handed swords at their waists - although the paladins in the back row couldn't quite understand what Abydis was shouting, they could see the movements of their companions in front of them.

"May the Light give us strength for the glory of Lordaeron!" the paladins shouted in unison - of course, it was interesting to note that not all paladins would shout "for the glory of Lordaeron", such as Dassaulthan, who shouted "For Stormwind".

"Charge! attack the left flank of the orcs!" Abidis turned his horse's head and shouted as he charged towards the orc army. Behind him, thousands of paladins dressed in silver-white plate armor and embroidered with silver-white shield insignia on their chests also shouted the slogan of the charge and rushed towards the large camp of the orcs. Although the enemy is several times outnumbered of them, for the sake of glory, although they die without regret.

Don't think that the phrase "May the Light give us strength" is just an empty slogan, as this sentence is shouted, the weapons of the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand burst into a bright white light, turning the surrounding not-so-bright field into a field of light.

If Mograine had been here, he would have recognized that this was the holy technique he used in the Valley of Alterac to cut through Draketar's solid skin, the "Blessing of Strength".

The oppressive feeling of thousands of hoplites charging was completely different from that of the three thousand lightly armored cavalry, and although the group of human cavalry glowing with white light had not yet arrived, Orgrim had already felt the solemn atmosphere.

"Charge, charge, Lok'tarogar!" At Orgrim's motion, Blox's re-led the assembled Blackstone Orcs to attack again.

Although he didn't have a long battle formation, Orgrim also understood that the damage caused by taking the initiative to meet the attack was much smaller than staying in place and waiting for the onslaught of the group of cavalry.

"Shoot, shoot!" The orc warriors of the Thunder King Clan rained down on their long-range throwing weapons and arrows at Kilrog's urging, and although Kilrog was not their chieftain, the orcs of the Thunder King Clan obeyed his command during the battle.

There was a soft clang, and the arrows and small stones collided with the blades of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Some paladins glow with golden light, and the "Holy Shield" is especially effective in the face of such a crisis, of course, not all paladins can use this holy art, and most paladins still rely on the protection of their plate armor to resist the attacks of the orcs of the Thunder King Clan in a panic.

Brooks charged forward with a large group of Blackstone Orcs, thousands of scarlet glasses terrifying in the night. However, the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are undaunted, and their faith in the Light and hatred of the Orcs keep them going.

A torrent of white iron horsemen collided with the black orc tide, and the people immediately turned on their backs, and the Knights of the Silver Hand attacked the flank of the orc army, so it also caused the entire formation of the orc army to slowly deviate to the right.

Although the Blackstone Orcs led by Brooks are very different from the knights on horseback in height, they have a combat advantage over humans in their hearts, coupled with the courage and fearlessness of Brooks, the morale of the entire Blackstone Orc army is unprecedentedly high.

Because the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand only rode their horses over the right flank of the orc army, Brooks stumbled into the Knights of the Silver Hand when he ran.

Running at high speed, Blox slammed a heavily armored horse to the ground, and this time, the paladin on horseback just snorted, and was crushed into a meatloaf by his own warhorse—a tall war horse in itself, plus a heavy armor, even a paladin protected by the Holy Light could not withstand it.

"Kill, warriors, for the sake of the Horde, Victory or Death!" Brooks shouted again, raising his tomahawk in his hand, before swooping down on his next target.

"Lok'tarogar!" the Blackstone orcs replied in unison, then split into groups of three or five to entangle the paladins on horseback.