In the early spring of 5363 in the continental calendar, the Bishop of the Holy See of Light, Lundy Lantiston, led 8,000 men and an army of 50,000 orcs to fight a decisive battle under the city of Beither. [Full text reading.]

The winds of the plains of Bethlehem seemed to never stop, and the flags of the two camps were hunting and swinging violently, and the clashing of weapons and armor was endless.

The sky was covered in a heavy cloud blanket, low overhead, restless gasps floating in the hot and humid air, and the distant orc camp was full of people, and the sound of dense war drums hammered the violent mood.

In the midst of three hourglass hours, the armies of both sides took their own positions.

Luo Lan's right flank is Marshall's more than 2,000 knights, all of them have taken off their armor without exception, in the face of the amazing combat power of the orcs, no matter how strong the armor is, it is not as good as the speed of the advantage, and the heavy cavalry is used harshly, there is not enough infantry to cooperate, it is easy to fall into the trap of enemy mages and archers.

Today, they are tasked with playing the role of speed.

The left flank of the formation is led by nobles and slave owners of two thousand slave soldiers and one thousand barbarian mercenaries, they put up an oblique formation, to defend against roundabout flank attacks, in the past no one would expect them to be able to make achievements, but Luo Lan after leaving the city ordered to block the gate of Bei Seleng, making the noble commanders pale, they never thought that Luo Lan would come to such a hand, if they did not fight to the death, then in addition to dying in battle, they could only choose to become slaves of the orcs, and some of their personal guards were actually hidden in the slave soldiers under their hands, and at this moment they also knew that there was no point in retaining their strength。

Luo Lan's main formation was an army of 3,000 Templar swordsmen and attendant guards, with the priests and prayer masters slightly on the left side of the rear, and on the right were women with more than 100 robes and slender figures.

In general, Luo Lan did not have enough troops, so there was no reserve army to use to suppress the formation, and if the two flanks suffered a breakthrough. Then the trend of defeat is simply unstoppable.

The commander of the orcs naturally saw this very clearly, looked at the thin formation on the opposite side with disdain, and looked at the dense and barely visible moving human heads on his side, the big axes and spears were raised like a forest, and they felt that they were in control of the victory in their chests, which was also the reason why they were willing to fight Luo Lan before the follow-up army arrived.

The tactics of the orcs are actually very rudimentary, in the past battles with the human kingdom. They often rush up in a skirmish formation, relying on their strong personal combat power and frenzied physique to savagely collide and fight, but now, they have also learned to use battle formations to make up for their own shortcomings. It's just that it looks a little stiff and rigid, and once it goes berserk, it's not so easy to discipline it.

The entire formation was like a heavy blanket, and the more than 12,000 orc warriors of the Chinese army were lined up in four rows. More than 5,000 people are located on the left flank, and there are more than 8,000 people on the right flank, and more than 20,000 auxiliaries are located on the second line to press the formation, and the width of the front formation is twice that of Luo Lan's queue!

However, both sides coincidentally pressed their important combat forces on their right flank, and the left flank was relatively weak.

The rumbling war drums shook the battlefield, and an orc of about 2,000 people slowly walked out of the formation. Advancing towards the Chinese army in Luo Landi, as the rhythm of the war drums gradually increased, the stride under their feet also increased. From the initial jogging to a rapid charge.

Luo Lan knew that the first wave of temptation of this orc was to see if it could pose a threat to his Chinese army. He stood in front of the formation. Sneered and raised his hand, the front row of ground shields was erected high, the reflection of the armor was dazzling, and the priests in the rear began to bless all kinds of magic unhurriedly, and for a while, the entire Chinese army seemed to be bathed in light.

The orc officer who led the charge roared wildly and swung his axe, his pace quickened again, and more than two thousand people formed a wide horizontal column and pounced on him.

"Boom!"

The sound of broken flesh cracking came out. It's like two waves slamming together. The orcs in front had not yet squeezed into the array, and the people behind had already pounced ferociously. Desperately rushing upwards, blood and hissing hottened the temperature of the air, and time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then rows of figures fell down like wheat.

Both sides were shocked by the sight before them, the severed limbs were almost knee-high, and it was no longer possible to discern which side of the soldiers were dragging their wounded bodies to crawl on the ground, letting out a terrible wail, the shields of the Templar swordsmen in the front row were full of pits, their armor was crooked, and they were stained with blood all over their bodies, they gasped and looked at their comrades left and right, but they were pleasantly surprised to find that apart from the hundreds of dead and wounded servants, almost not a single swordsman died in this terrible impact, and the orcs were almost completely annihilated.

The outcome of this battle made the orc side simply disbelief, and had to re-examine the combat power of the opposing opponent, and the orc commander also showed a cautious expression.

Luo Lan glanced at the exhausted priests behind him, this was the result of his deliberate arrangement, in order to give the other party the impression of the Templar swordsman's strong combat power, but in this short contact, all the priests and prayer masters had consumed more than half of their mana, and if they did it again, it was likely that they would turn back and collapse to the ground without anyone else's hands.

After seeing the unexpectedly strong human formation, the orcs really changed their tactics as Luo Lan expected, and decided to use the advantage of their strength to suppress him.

The sound of war drums sounded, and the right wing of the orcs discharged six thousand troops and began to advance forward, the goal was of course aimed at the fragile slave soldiers on Luo Lan's left flank, in the confrontation of the battlefield, once the flank was breached, then it also meant that it would withstand the attack from both directions, and the victory would be a foregone conclusion after basically reaching this condition, so at this moment the orc's tactics can be said to be in the middle of the range.

Watching the other party advance again, Luo Lan waved his hand, the horn sounded melodiously and long, Marshall, who was on the right wing, received an order for him to pull the reins, the flag behind him kept waving, and a column of knights immediately followed, and began to gallop along the wide front of the orc, the sand and dust were rolling, and the target was also the left flank of the orc!

Since the orcs had no cavalry, the speed could not keep up, so Marshall arrived at the orc destination first, and there were rows of orc soldiers holding tomahawk spears in front of him, standing in close line, and they stood close to the cavalry. Obviously, Marshall's unbridled rush that day touched their sensitive nerves.

But this time. Instead of intending to attack, Marshall continued to speed up his horse, ignoring the orcs in front of him, and roared, "Go around!"

The horse team skillfully made a half-bend in the earth, bypassing all the orc armies, and the target turned out to be the auxiliaries behind the orc formation! Cause irreparable chaos!

The orc general on the left flank immediately sensed Marshall's intentions, he couldn't help but change color, and immediately ordered to move with the opponent's horse team, and the infantry under his command had to be led by the nose again, but at this time, an old orc man in bright robes behind him opened his eyes slightly, and recited an obscure incantation to the sky.

Suddenly, the wind and sand danced wildly. Three huge columns of tornadoes formed on the flat ground, slowly blocking the Knights' path.

Marshall was startled, but then smiled coldly, he took out a scroll from his arms, bit the seal with his teeth, and then threw it forward, and the scroll instantly spread out a wisp of wings composed of light, which was not affected by the huge wind pressure at all. Rushing lightly towards the orc formation.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion shook the eardrums, and a hole was blown out of the orc formation, and dozens of charred corpses lay there.

Marshall couldn't help but be stunned. Hedamic had personally said that the power of this scroll was so great that he could not deceive himself, and he could not help but doubt again when he thought of the mysterious smile on the latter's face when he handed it to him. Just as he was thinking wildly, countless small balls of electric light suddenly appeared from the site of the explosion, there were only a dozen at first, but in an instant, almost countless balls of light erupted like foam.

Lightning Bolt!

The old orc man's face changed dramatically as he felt the terrifying power within, and he muttered a spell to try to stop the eruption of energy.

But the wind he manipulated was not suppressed. Instead, those thunderballs were blown around in a swaying manner. Invisibly, it helped this spell.

The next moment, a continuous explosion sounded in the camp of the orc auxiliaries. Under the flickering light, countless howls and limbs flew in the sky, and the situation became chaotic.

Marshall waved his hand again in joy, avoiding the temporarily uncontrollable pillar of wind and making a detour behind the orcs.

At this time, on the other side, the six thousand soldiers on the right flank of the orcs brutally collided with the three thousand slave soldiers on Luo Lan's right flank, and the nobles suddenly increased their pressure, and they barely stabilized the formation after sending all the personal guards, but they could be extinguished at any time like a candle in the wind, and a messenger ran quickly in front of Luo Lan, regardless of the dust and blood stains on his face, jumped off his horse, threw himself on the ground, and said loudly: "Lord Bishop, we are almost unable to resist, Count Philip asks your Chinese army to support from the flank." ”

Luo Lan said casually: "Let him resist an hourglass again." ”

The messenger was in a hurry, and said in confusion: "My lord, the earl can't support it at that time, please ......"

Luo Lan glanced at him lightly and said, "Pull it down." ”

"Yes. ”

Two squires rushed forward and dragged away the herald, who was almost already screaming.

Luo Lan said coldly: "If there are any more heralds coming, don't worry about killing." ”

"Yes!"

Luo Lan looked ahead, the opportunity had come!

He drove his horse out of the array slowly, and then he turned around, the cloak fluttering and drumming behind him, and glanced at the parish flag waving in the wind, the silver pupils on the sword and shield seemed to be looking at him, and then he looked at every face in the array, a pair of eyes full of confidence and reverence were looking at him, he took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the sword, without too many words, no beautiful declaration, no passionate and heroic praise, he only said sonorously:

"Warriors, I am with you!"

He pulled the reins and rushed out first.

An earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted behind him, the war drums rushed like rain, and the entire Chinese army rushed towards the orc's Chinese army like a tide!