Fate is a capricious bitch that is always elusive.

The furious charge launched by the green-skinned cavalry falling from the sky made the human shrimp on the opposite side deeply realize this cruel truth.

A moment ago, he was still smiling at the archers who were crushing the Fetamburgers with heavy horses, and suddenly found that they had also become the prey of being crushed, and they were still powerless to fight back.

Although only one chariot was at the front, and the others were light cavalry riding wolves, they brought no less movement than the elite heavy cavalry of Zandris, not to mention that they were aimed at the archers who were the least able to resist the charge.

Like a twin-tailed comet falling from nine heavens, Atrak and the "Potbelly King's Chariot" violently blasted into the place where the archers were most concentrated, with a huge kinetic energy, and the result was naturally a bloody wind and severed limbs.

Compared to the skeleton warriors who fought not so long ago, these ranged infantry seem to be weaker, and as self-aware intelligent beings, the biggest difference between them and the former is that they are afraid.

When they saw a huge spider more than two meters tall rushing towards it at a speed faster than that of an ordinary war horse, out of the most instinctive fear, all the people standing at the front immediately dropped their weapons, turned around and ran, and had no intention of resisting at all.

Run, only by running faster than others, can there be a glimmer of life.

But their instinctive actions had no practical effect other than to cause more chaos, because before they could run a few steps, or be blocked by their own people behind them, the huge Atraq had already been killed.

Even the most courageous archers, after seeing the spider's two-meter-long claws, and looking at the only melee weapon in their hands, a short dagger, know how to choose.

Not to mention that on the chariot behind this spider, there are also two green skins like giants, especially the one holding two giant knives in the back, although the armor on his body is tattered, but it just shows a body of explosive muscles, looking at his biceps as thick as the thighs of the black iron falcon heavy cavalry, no one doubts that the other party can easily split himself in half with just one knife.

In fact, as the chariot swept past like a meteor, the orcs above lowered their weapons, waved their arms, and without much effort, cut off the heads of a dozen unlucky people on both sides who could not avoid them like peeling potatoes.

At the same time, the greenskin driving the car held the reins in one hand and held the black flag flying high behind it with the other.

"Iron Claw Battle Banner, activate!"

The dark red blood light once again dominated the battlefield, inspiring his own people, and more importantly, halving the morale of all the enemy troops around him!

Every soldier who was fleeing instantly felt the fear in his heart be magnified, and he ran more panickedly, and those who were in the rear, who were still watching, no longer hesitated, and followed their companions to hug their heads.

The long-range troops, of more than 2,000 people, held out for only a few minutes, and collapsed under the charge of Stone alone.

So when the goblin wolf riders who arrived later rushed over, what they had to do was very simple.

Riding the giant wolf to quickly keep up with the human rout, gently bending down and waving the sharp scimitar in his hand, and then before he had time to enjoy the screams and blood of the other party, he immediately began to look for the next target to kill.

Sometimes they don't even need to swing their knives, and their close friends under their crotch have already settled the battle in advance, and the giant wolf's sharp claws and sharp teeth can easily penetrate the bodies of these poorly equipped archers, taking their lives with even greater efficiency than their own masters.

This is the green-skinned cavalry, whether it is a giant wolf, a spider or a wild boar, these mounts are sometimes even more powerful than their masters.

The situation on the battlefield has been completely turned upside down, and even if a few archers standing behind tried to fight back, they were either hit by their panicked comrades and could not aim, or they were spotted by the "Howler Under the Moon" outside and the "Death Creeper" on the roof, and then were set on fire by the whizzing bow and arrow, and shot into a hedgehog.

Enjoying the same treatment as them, as well as the officers who tried to call their subordinates to resist, were also killed by the spider riders with good vision in the first place.

Without the organizers, the remaining soldiers naturally only knew how to flee for their lives.

Although the enemy had collapsed on all fronts, Stone did not mean to stop the chariot, but turned back and shouted to Hawkeye:

"Hawkeye, don't stop with your people, keep rushing for me, let's dry these shrimps directly!"

Hearing the leader's voice, the goblin wiped the blood from his face, then raised the scimitar in his hand to show understanding, and quickly conveyed the leader's meaning to the others.

Shi's idea is very simple, his goal is not only these archers, the soldiers are fast, and before the other party has reacted, he wants to get greater results.

As for those archers who did not have time to eliminate, naturally there are still people to deal with them.

That's right, as in the previous one, the wolf riders were followed by an even larger number of Squieger jumpers and boar riders.

As soon as the green-skinned cavalry saw a large number of wolves rushing to the shrimp, they did not hesitate, and immediately rushed up with a scream and launched a second wave of charge.

Ironically, at the forefront of this group of greenskins was a human female knight.

Fitandila, after eliminating the Zares who went to take over the back door, finally obtained a war horse and regained the knight's rightful strength.

The average horse runs faster than Cave Squigg and the Fanged Boar, but is slower than the Giant Wolf, so by mistake, she becomes the one who "leads" the second wave of charges.

Along the way, seeing that the home where he grew up was shrouded in war, and the roadside was full of tragic corpses, many of which were dressed as civilians, Fitandila's heart had long been filled with anger, and he naturally showed no mercy.

Except for her who followed the path carved out by the stone and wolf riders from the middle, the rest of the cavalry behind them split into two groups, the orc boar rider to the left and the Squieg jumper to the right, charging towards the survivors who had just escaped on either side, so that the "lucky ones" who had just thought they had escaped were wiped out again.

The spears in the hands of the orcs easily pierced the unsuspecting backs of the archers, the bloodthirsty scimitars of the night goblins easily cleaved the heads of their enemies, and the chaotic archers only hated that they did not have two legs long, but they soon realized that the "goddess of war" was definitely not on their side today.

Some of the fallen faces were facing the street behind them, and the last thing they saw was a shocking scene before they lost consciousness.

At some point, the widest central avenue of Fetanburg was already crowded with orcs and goblins, who were rushing up with weapons in their arms and roaring.

The army of the Broken Claw Tribe has finally arrived.