The orcs began to retreat.

After seeing the almost perverted strength of the human heavy cavalry, especially the cavalry leader at the front, the original fanaticism of the orcs instantly cooled down.

As Durotan said, the orcs who drank the demon's blood no longer have glory.

The offensive began to shift, morale began to slip, and the warriors who had been fearless to death became cowering. Demon blood does bring an incomparable amount of madness to the orcs, but it also has near-devastating side effects.

A stupid cunning.

When the horn of retreat was heard, all the orcs turned and ran almost without hesitation. Just like the chaos when they came, the retreating orcs were just as chaotic.

And the knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood led by Lothar are like a huge cream spatula, tearing at their flesh layer by layer on the periphery of the orc army.

There weren't many knights brought with Lothar, and in fact the Iron Horse Brotherhood itself had very few members. After all, to be able to become a knight, most of them are well-off, or even noble. If you want to find a true brother among the nobles who can entrust the back, you can imagine the difficulty.

But it was only a team of about a hundred people, and not a single orc dared to stretch out their weapons to them. Orcs worship power, and after drinking demon blood, this worship becomes more like fear. It is precisely because of this that Orgrim has survived the turmoil of changing chiefs peacefully. But today, his opponent has taken advantage of this as well.

It's not a pleasant thing to do.

The wolf growled under his breath, and Orgrim grew faster and faster. And in the jungle on both sides, five hundred wolf cavalry also roared. Swiftly weaving through the rout, Orgrim caught the eye of all the orcs. Their crushed will seemed to come back to them. Stopping, they turned their heads and looked at the Great Chieftain who was 'swimming against the current', and watched as the strongest warrior in their minds faced the terrifying human team alone.

“Lok`tar ogar！”

I don't know which orc roared angrily, and then, a whistling roar swept in, and the orcs seemed to have regained their souls, clenched the weapons in their hands, followed the figure of the big chief, and launched a frenzied charge.

Just like at the beginning, it was raging and unstoppable.

Listening to the roar behind him, a smile appeared on Orgrim's face. After this battle, his reputation among the orcs, at least among these two clans, will be greatly increased. He had five hundred wolf cavalry, as well as seven or eight hundred clan warriors, and he was still very confident in the face of more than a hundred human knights.

In his opinion, although these more than 100 people are strong, only the leader is a trouble, and the rest are just foils. As long as the knight at the head is disposed of, the remaining cavalry can be easily dealt with.

Their riders are strong, and the wolf cavalry under their command is not vegetarian!

Running wildly, Lothar discovered the orc's anomaly and the oncoming brown-skinned orc. In this orc, he felt a faint threat. Stretching out his left hand and dividing his fingers, the knight following behind Lothar quickly widened the distance between himself and the arrow, and the sharp thorn cone instantly turned into an obtuse angle. Leaning down slightly, Lothar clenched the Great Royal Sword in both hands, waiting for the impact to come.

And the next moment, a huge force came from the long sword. There was a tooth-aching sound from the grinding of steel, and the sparks of the clashing blades could be seen even from afar. The skilled Lothar was nearly swept off his horse by this force, but he quickly stabilized his body, and his two-handed sword flashed with lightning, and the two orcs who tried to sneak up on him on the left and right were decapitated in the blink of an eye.

Behind Lothar, the knights quickly adjusted their formation and ran wildly with Lothar's torn hole. Without the slightest love battle, under Orgrim's somewhat puzzled gaze, the heavy cavalry fiercely met the wolf cavalry in front of him.

Then, with a beautiful turn, a hundred knights lined up, one team switched positions, and dodged the oncoming attack. Unexpectedly, such a wolf cavalry almost desperately controlled their speed, and the dexterous wolves avoided their fate from colliding with their own rear team. The dazed and angry wolf cavalry roared angrily as the mounts under their crotches changed direction, only to find that not far away, those hateful human knights had stopped their steps, sat upright on their horses one by one, and watched them quietly.

The human knight at the head, holding a strange cylinder in his hand, raised his hand to the sky.

With a movement of his finger, the orc saw a small red fireball soaring into the sky.

Taking a deep breath, Khadgar rose from his deep bunker first. In his mouth, in his hand, the second sun suddenly rose. In the next second, the 'sun' descended on the heads of the tribal soldiers.

A violent explosion accompanied by a shockwave exploded, and the scorching air seemed to burn even the soul clean. Orgrim watched as terrifying fireballs appeared in front of him, exploding and taking the lives of orc warriors one by one. At this time, he felt so powerless. In the face of such a terrifying force, the warrior is so small.

Behind this terrifying flame was a dense rain of ice picks. Ice arrows, blizzards, all the royal mages used every conceivable means of stasis to hinder the orcs from escaping. Beside them, the young mage with white hair seemed to be immersed in arcane powers, and even a howling wind blew around him. When he opened his eyes, Khadgar's pupils turned completely arcane ice blue. Stretching out his hand, he swung down sharply, and a meteorite the size of a small mountain suddenly appeared from the sky, with a bright trail, and smashed into the tribe's military formation.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the dizziness caused by the overcast, Khadgar applied a levitation spell to himself, and suspended in midair domineeringly. A few seconds later, the ground began to tremble, and the massive meteorite delivered the final blow to the orcs with the burning residue. The rubble melted into magma, splashing all over the sky like a splendid flower. The human soldier looked at the god-like archmage and fell silent.

Immediately after, there were crazy cheers.

I didn't quite understand why Lothar insisted on using the most powerful move, even though he had only been learning it for less than an hour. Now, Khadgar suddenly understood. Nodding reservedly, he slowly fell to the ground. The dizziness intensified, and his legs went limp, and Khadgar nearly fell to the ground. And at this moment, a hand grabbed him violently.

The subtle light instantly energized Khadgar, and although he was still sleepy, the feeling of detachment was gone. Looking at Ren Fan gratefully, Khadgar walked back to his small tent with his hands behind his back as if he were a breeze, leaving only a mixture of admiration and awe.

"This guy is coquettish like a protagonist."

Shaking his head with a smile, Ren Fan trotted back to his tent with a sound of urging. A scuffle, with a lot of casualties among the soldiers, and now is the time for him to be busy.

On a messy battlefield

Orgrim stood up a little sluggishly, staring blankly at the mess around him, the wreckage everywhere and the corpse of the wolf that had shielded him from the deadly impact, and for a moment he didn't even know what to do. Orc warriors are powerful, but orcs don't have spellcasters! The orc shaman has vanished without a trace, and the warlock ......

Thinking of this, Ogrim suddenly wondered, could it be that he had done something wrong? Shouldn't that damn warlock really be dealt with?

Picking up the hammer of destruction and looking at the weak camp in the distance, Orgrim gritted his teeth fiercely. The dust of the explosion obscured his presence, and he returned to the woods where he had been hiding alone, and looking at the adjutant's surprised and terrified face, Orgrim did not hesitate to swing the hammer of destruction.

"The tribe doesn't need cowards...... Those damned warlocks...... Just let you stay for a little longer! ”