Zavala followed the cub closely, not slowing down at all, carrying the banner behind him with his right hand, and swinging his five fingers with his left hand, and with a fierce swing of the incoming arrow, a cloud of lightning shot out from his palm, hitting the flying arrow.

Syllable!

The lightning struck the tip of the arrow, and the steel arrow exploded to pieces, and Ishara rolled on the spot, and a lightning bolt fell, and the ground was scorched. By the time she had stabilized her figure, the two wolves had passed by, continuing to circle inward.

Ishara was taken aback, the standard-bearer turned out to be a shaman, and he was also a second-order.

The two horsemen did not pursue Isara, they had more important things to do, and after the second lap, the soldiers finally all gathered together, and the lineup was tight, and the cavalry team of Mochizuki Village could no longer be able to disperse, so they had to retreat a little.

The Frostwolf Banner ran around the battlefield twice, and finally stopped in front of the Mochizuki Village Cavalry Regiment.

The exhausted orc soldiers huddled together, gasping for breath as they wondered who the young commander was, and that Overseer Zavala had personally carried the flag for him. However, the mysterious commander never looked back, and they could not see the "honorable face".

"Fellow comrades!" The cub turned his back to the soldier and began to speak, and anyone could hear that his voice trembled a little, not because of fear, but because of nervousness.

The cub glanced sideways at Zavala, who was beside him, and winced in his eyes.

"You've done a great job! Please continue, Commander. Zavala looked ahead and whispered, her body not moving.

The little cub gritted his teeth, his expression gradually became resolute, and he yelled, "I know you are tired, and I know that many of you are injured, but what are these to the fearless orc warriors? Now that the enemy is in front of us, and they are as tired as we are, and they are more wounded than we are, and there are only a few hundred of them, are you afraid? ”

The soldiers looked at each other, and then burst into an angry roar: "We, don't be afraid! ”

"Really not afraid?" The more the little cub talked, the more confident he became, the previous nervousness was swept away, and what responded to him was a tsunami-like roar!

"Lokta, Ogala!" (Orc: Win or Die)

"Good!" The little cub roared in high spirits: "Whoever holds the spear, come behind me!" ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With the sound of dense footsteps, countless spearmen rushed out of the crowd and gathered behind the cubs.

On the other side, Old Patton frowned at this scene and shouted, "My lord, you must immediately disrupt their deployment, and let me take the Knights of the Falling Star up to disperse them." ”

With that, Old Patton drew his heavy sword and wanted to lead the charge.

"Flag bearer, retreat 30 meters." Cheng Xiaotian's calm words came from the mammoth, and everyone was stunned when they heard it.

Ruth, who was holding the military flag, did not hesitate at all, and retreated with her horse, and the entire army also retreated.

"Your Excellency!" Old Barton was immediately anxious, but was interrupted by Cheng Xiaotian waving his hand.

"I have my own plans." After that, Cheng Xiaotian simply closed his eyes.

The elder Barton had no choice but to retreat with the team.

On the other side, the little cub is still showing his talent, and with only one person, he can dispatch this army whose command system has been paralyzed.

"Now, the one with the shield in his hand is behind me." With that, the little cub urged the reins to move forward 30 meters, and there was another "whooshing" footsteps, and hundreds of sword and shield men passed through the spearmen and stood behind the little cub.

"Go back another 30 meters." Cheng Xiaotian closed his eyes and said lightly.

"My lord, if you retreat, we will enter the Bella Valley!" Old Barton was so anxious that he was going crazy, and he finally got out, and then he was smothered in the valley, and he would really die without a place to be buried!

Cheng Xiaotian finally opened his eyes when he heard this, looked back at the Bella Valley that was close at hand, frowned and thought about it and said, "Since that's the case, then let's go into the valley." ”

"What?!" Old Barton finally got angry, and he pointed at Cheng Xiaotian and was ready to scold.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't look at him at all, just looked at the valley, his face was gloomy, and he said to himself: "It's almost time, it should be there, right?" ”

After saying that, Cheng Xiaotian simply jumped off the mammoth and dodged into the Bella Valley by himself. The villagers looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.

On the other side, the little cub had completed the dispatch, and an army with a neat lineup and high morale had been formed, but he saw Mochizuki Village retreating on its own initiative, but his raised hand froze in place and never waved out.

"Attack quickly, now is your chance!" Zavala urged, his voice a little louder, and the sword and shield hands behind him could hear it clearly.

"Nope." The little cub shook his head, his face was a little ugly, and he said softly: "That Lord Cheng Xiaotian is by no means a fool, I'm afraid things are not so simple, I'm afraid there will be an ambush in the valley." ”

"Ambush?" Zavala's face also became solemn, and he lowered his head and pondered for a moment and asked, "400 people ambushed 3,000 people?" Do you have a more plausible explanation? ”

The cub shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"You insist?" Zavala sat up straight with a frown.

This time, the little cub nodded without hesitation: "I think that the soldiers are in a very bad state now, and if there is another accident, they will collapse immediately, and they should withdraw immediately, the sooner the better!" ”

"Okay." Zavala nodded with a gloomy face, and said: "Your command has been deprived, thank you for your efforts just now, and when you win, I will apply for your first credit." ”

With that, Zavala turned abruptly and faced the three thousand soldiers, raised the military flag in his hand, and shouted: "I am your supreme commander, the overseer - Zavala, now I give the order to attack the rebels and kill all the cancer of these empires!" ”

"Kill them all!" 3,000 soldiers shouted in unison!

"Did you see that? The soldiers are high-spirited! Zavala roared at the cub, who shook his head helplessly, unable to speak.

"Follow me and kill it!" Zavala urged the wolf and began to advance towards the valley of Beira, and the soldiers marched in a procession, singing war songs, and marching in unison to the open valley mouth.

Only the cub stood there, his lips twitching, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, a familiar team walked past him, the same one he had brought out of the fog, and the little cub hurriedly stopped them.

"You can't go in." The little cub was resolute at this time, and he was no longer the indecisive little orc he used to be.

The team members were a little surprised, looked at each other, and muttered, "Little cub squad leader, this is an order from Lord Zavala's Overseer, how can we disobey?" ”

The little cub's expression did not loosen, and said: "Since you still call me the team leader, it means that I am still your top boss, my order, can you disobey it?!" ”

"This ......" the soldiers were at a loss.

After this delay, the group of men and horses had already driven into the valley, and the little cub glanced back with some uneasiness, only to see that in the direction of the valley, a hunter's eagle spirit flew out and circled above their heads before disappearing.

And at this time deep in the valley......

"Young master, except for a team that is still outside, everyone else has come in!" Isara opened her eyes and shouted back excitedly.

Behind her, about 400 knights of Mochizuki Village were in the center, and both sides were densely packed with adventurers, and there were more than 100 mages alone!