Chapter 43: The War of 'Private Money' (Part II)

Tactically misleading.

Lothar had met Orgrim and even had a brief encounter with him. Lothar is confident that his Iron Horse Brotherhood will impress Orgrim. They are invincible knights in heavy armor, invincible on the battlefield.

And for the orcs who are not familiar with the Iron Horse Brotherhood, this will give birth to a label that will immediately think of the existence of this force once they see their heavy cavalry again, see familiar equipment and the same tactics.

This is also the reason why Lothar let this orc powerhouse go. Of course, if Lothar knew Orgrim's true identity, he wouldn't have killed the orc Great Chief by half a step.

Tactical misdirection was successful.

The sudden appearance of the Iron Horse Brotherhood was instantly as unstoppable as a sharp knife stuck in butter. The team of all-knights is unbelievably strong for the orcs. Even the Warsong Clan, which is known for its strong fighting power, is almost impossible to build such a team.

Jumping from the high platform, Lothar fell heavily to the ground. Drawing his Great Royal Sword, he roared like a roaring lion: "Whole army, charge!" ”

Saddled his horse and without waiting for the others to react, he charged forward without hesitation. Tearing apart the body of the orc in front of him like a leisurely stroll, Lothar leaned down slightly, and galloped away like an agile cheetah.

And I don't know if I was infected by Lothar's heroism, or I was afraid of being abandoned by the commander, almost without hesitation, behind Lothar, all the soldiers began to storm wildly. The gap torn open by the Iron Horse Brotherhood was instantly crowded with human soldiers, and relatively far away, the soldiers, who didn't know what was happening, discovered the dynamics of their friendly forces, and they also did not want to fight alone, and they spontaneously began to press forward. The command on the battlefield was chaotic, but the goal was exceptionally unanimous. The army formation of less than 10,000 people formed a large arrow, and the location of the arrow was the one hundred and ten invincible warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

Lothar picked up speed and rushed to the front of the knights. The long-term depression and depression were released at this moment. Roaring angrily and rushing towards the oncoming Black Stone Wolf Cavalry, Lothar clenched the Great Royal Sword in his hand, his eyes full of crazy killing intent.

This kind of madness is even more abundant than the orcs who drink the blood of demons.

He was going back, he wanted to question the stupid aristocrats, the idiot generals, his best friends, what the hell were they doing!

To be able to do that, none of them are real idiots. But......

What the hell are they thinking!

The oncoming leader of the wolf cavalry had excitement on his face, and he could feel the strength of this warrior. Although he drank the demon's blood, he did not lose his glory. Fighting such a warrior is undoubtedly full of glory! O Ancestors, this warrior deserves to be fought!

Raising the war hammer in his hand, before he could slash it down, a cold light flashed before his eyes like lightning. The warrior felt that his hands had become weak, and he raised the sledgehammer behind him and fell, smashing it on the wolf, causing a wail. Immediately, his world was left black.

A warrior in a rage, even a demigod would not want to face his edge.

The morale is like a rainbow, and the strength of the commander is felt, and the will to fight of the human soldiers has become stronger and stronger. Of course, only to the group of soldiers who were around Lothar. In the distance, humans, orcs, wolves, and war horses mingled together in confusion. Orcs follow a primal desire to kill, humans follow a primal fear, and both are doing everything in their power to put the other to death.

This kind of chaos is a disadvantage for humanity, and the greatest advantage of humanity is their strict odds and the cooperation between teams. In this kind of battle, which is purely a competition for who has the most strong arms, there is no advantage at all. In normal times, Lothar would never have made such a stupid decision. But now that the situation is urgent, Lothar doesn't have time to think about it that much. It's not just the Royal Legion, Lothar must know what kind of problems are going on inside Stormwind!

If something goes wrong inside Stormwind City, the human kingdom, which is already at a disadvantage, probably won't even have a chance of winning!

He must leave!

In fact, Orgrim didn't bring many orcs, and he had no intention of annihilating this human legion in the first place. So Orgrim's men were only 3,000 soldiers. Although the orcs were fierce in combat, the nearly three times their number still made them slowly fall behind. The lack of numbers and the confusion of the formation made Lothar's breakthrough extremely simple. Relaxed, Lothar rushed out of the siege with the knight beside him.

But the soldiers behind him didn't keep up.

The advance of Lothar and the others was like a knife cutting water. Although it was easy, the speed at which the orcs poured back was also extremely fast. The quicker soldiers were able to follow the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, but the farther ones couldn't. Caught between two sides, they soon found themselves in an awkward position. The comrades-in-arms behind him can at least rely on the camp to rely on, but they have completely become a two-front battle.

Turning the horse's head, Lothar raised the Great Royal Sword aloft. Under the reluctant eyes of the infantry, he was about to charge, but the reins were pulled by the knights beside him. Wiping the blood splatters on his face, the knight said to Lothar:

"You shouldn't rush back with us now, the most important thing you should do now is to organize a defense line here. Don't let our efforts go to waste! ”

"What about the others!"

"We'll solve this problem!" His right hand slammed on his chest, and the knight shouted, "Iron Horse Brotherhood, prepare to charge!" ”

Silent, but uniform. No one objected, and the knights moved their somewhat sore wrists slightly to fill the void of their fallen comrades, and then a slightly smaller cone appeared again.

"President, I'm a native of Kurtira! My name is Kerry, Kerry Fran. One day, I hope to have an invincible battleship that bears my name across the endless sea! ”

There was a hint of determination in Clevelan's eyes, and he smacked his chest, and he rode to the front and took Lothar's place. With a fierce swing of the sword, the cone array was activated instantly, speeding up and impacting, and in the frightened eyes of the orcs, the Iron Horse Brotherhood once again poured into the green sea of the orcs, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Trust me, your name will live forever in the Endless Sea!" Lothar's eyes moistened slightly, but he calmed down. Gather the soldiers around you and build a defensive line. The orc's chaotic command allowed Lothar to get through the toughest of the first few minutes. When a rough phalanx appeared, Lothar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His plan has been successful for the most part. The rest, it's up to Khadgar's.

And Khadgar ...... At this time, he encountered unprecedented big trouble.