On the opposite side of the Bella Valley, three hundred wolf horsemen assembled, led by an orc centurion.

"They want to break through." The fierce orc warrior raised his head and looked at the Knights of the Fallen Star that came out of the gap.

A personal soldier beside him pointed to the two wings of the formation and said, "My lord, our infantry is about to complete the encirclement, they only have a few people, there will be no chance."

As he said, four phalanxes of infantry, and two thousand orc garrisons, each of them went out of the camp gate, and moved to the sides, blocking the way. The troll headhunters, who were followed by a phalanx, landed behind the wolf cavalry.

The Troll Headhunter is a unique class of Trolls, each armed with five javelins and four hatchets, and is the only pure throwing class in existence. Relying on their long reach, their throwing ability is unique in the world, and their lethality far exceeds that of ordinary archery troops.

The wolf rider centurion was at ease, if only three hundred of them rode against the Fallen Star Knights, he was really not sure.

Knock knock!

A hurried war drum sounded, and the wolf riders followed the sound and looked back at the watchtower of the large camp in the middle of their side. At the top of the tower was their commander-in-chief, the Troll Overseer, Zavala.

"Do you think he'll be able to run away this time?" Zavala asked, staring at the Fallen Star Knights, who had begun to form a team.

The object of his question was not a high-ranking general, just a squad leader, a cub.

The little cub first shook his head, then nodded, and finally said with a bitter face: "I don't know, my lord, that person seems to be very powerful......"

Zavala didn't get the answer she wanted, snorted coldly, and looked up at the sky. He felt that the bandits in Mochizuki Village were no longer a problem now, but that elemental walker was a big problem.

Seen as a nuisance, the Elemental Walker drank another bottle of potion and sat on the back of the Void Ray, quietly waiting for his mana to return. The super fireball just now depleted his mana, and he was unable to cast any more spells for the time being.

Besides, the only person he wanted to kill was the hateful lord, and he didn't have much interest in anyone else.

In the midst of all the attention, the Knights of the Falling Star completed the formation and put on a strange formation. They divided the only 40 or so horses into two teams, guarding the women and children, while the rest rode donkeys, mules and oxen, and placed them on the front of the attack, forming an unreasonable triangular attack array.

The spearhead of the attack is slow, and the escort is fast, such a formation cannot rush at all, and it is easy to mess up.

"There's personality, I like it." Zavala slapped the railing and pointed to the trumpeter beside him: "Order, the whole army will attack!"

Woo......

A charge trumpet sounded on the watchtower.

The wolf cavalry received the order, gathered tightly together, and began to move forward in formation. The infantry phalanx on both sides contracted inward at the same time, and the whole army formed a seamless semicircle, enclosing the Knights of the Falling Star in the middle, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

Old Barton was calm, raised his hand and said only one sentence: "The attack front must not be deflected!"

With that, he untied the knight's spear from his saddle, and the leader began to speed up.

There was no need to command, and all the members of the regiment were equipped with round shields and spears while urging their mounts, and their pace was not chaotic at all. More than 100 five-meter-long spears, as dense as a forest, pointed straight to the sky.

Everyone followed the regimental flag, the speed became faster and faster, the cry became more and more urgent, and soon it was as dense as a drumbeat, and the earth resonated with it and rumbled in response.

Directly opposite, the 300 wolf cavalry split into two and formed two arrows, one straight towards the Fallen Star Knights, and the other detoured to the side. The bloodthirsty wolves seemed to see the delicious fresh meat, and their eyes showed a fierce light, and they roared and bared their huge fangs.

"Put!" At the command from behind the wolf rider, there was immediately a dense swarm of bees in the air, and countless javelins flew into the air from behind the galloping wolf rider, drew a parabola, and covered it like a dark cloud.

"Stop!" Old Patton raised his hand and gave orders, and suddenly strangled the bull running under him.

One person stopped, everyone stopped, and the knights were as neat as one person, and they stopped with a brush. The women and children who followed closely behind couldn't hold their feet, and hit the back of the knight in front of them, and the knights on both sides of the war horse immediately retracted, head and tail, and protected the compressed team of women and children.

At this time, the javelin rain fell!

There was a "clanging" crash, like rain hitting the plantains, accompanied by a few muffled snorts, and this javelin rain was blocked by the knight's round shield. It's just that there are a lot of women and children, and they can't be fully protected, and a few of them are pierced by javelins and nailed to the ground.

After a round of javelins, the wolf cavalry charging at high speed had already reached the front, and there was no time to grieve, so the knights whipped their mounts again, distanced themselves from each other, and launched a hedge without hesitation.

"Kill!" The leader of the wolf rider who led the team raised his saber and rode first to meet Old Patton, with no fear in his eyes, only madness!

"Kill!"

The three hundred wolf riders roared in unison, raised their sabers in unison, and the heads of the surging wolf cavalry team were immediately covered with a layer of snow, silver snow!

"Kill our women and children, and none of you will want to live." Old Barton muttered, and suddenly poked the spear in his hand into the sky, and let out a strange roar.

"Ah......h

The next moment!

Wow!

The spears fell in unison, the spears pointing forward, pointing at the enemy's heart.

Knife to gun, face to face, the two cavalry crashed together!

On the watchtower, Zavala's heart tightened, and she involuntarily clenched her fists.

As expected, the wolf horse, which consisted mainly of ordinary soldiers, came violently, but it crashed on the rock like a wave, and immediately broke and rolled back.

Old Patton pierced the wolf rider leader in the chest with a single spear, and continued to charge with his spear, and the dying orc centurion slipped down the shaft of the spear in front of old Dawson, and his eyes began to wander.

"You can't run away." The leader of the wolf riders vomited blood and actually laughed.

"Die!" Old Barton didn't pay any attention to it, tilted his neck back, and slammed it down on his face, and with a "snap", the centurion's brain burst.

Old Barton, whose face was covered in blood, was as fierce as a demon god, desperately driving the bull, and the tip of the spear picked the dead and poked at the next, one after another, until the spear pierced four orcs, and the strong bull was overwhelmed, so he stopped this round of charge.

He pinned the wolves to the ground, drew his sword from his spear, and took a few steps back from the reins. The other knights were just like him, and after this round of fierce fighting, the pace of the hundred-man team was still completely the same, without any flaws.

The two armies each stepped back a little, and the spear nailed to four men and one wolf stood in the center of the battlefield, and the dying orcs and wolves wailed together, unable to break free, and it was shocking to watch.

On the watchtower, Zavala's heart sank, and he immediately ordered: "The headhunters have turned into a warlord, but there are wolf riders who retreat, and before the battle, the infantry who have completed the siege will give me a siege immediately!"

His order was directly shouted by the herald, and the troll headhunter who led the order immediately withdrew his javelin, replaced it with a short axe, and stared at the wolf cavalry array. They were Zavala's descendants, and they would never be relentless in carrying out orders, and several wolf cavalrymen who retreated in panic were immediately torn to pieces by countless flying short axes.

"My lord, we have no way back!" Little Jack pointed to Taniguchi behind him and shouted.

There, 2,000 orc infantry had completed the encirclement and were firing at the archers on the walls. One of the swords and shields was lined up in a column, attacking the breach in the wall with their shields.

Old Barton didn't wait for him to finish, slapped him, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in front of him, and roared with a fierce look: "There is only one way, chisel through the enemy formation!" Kill me with me! ”

With a roar, Old Barton pushed Jack away, patted the sitting bull and rushed over, and the other knights followed closely, and the triangular attack formation remained unchanged.

Little Jack came to his senses, and hurriedly rushed to Old Patton's side with the military flag, marching in unison, shouting in a dumb voice: "Don't deviate from the attack front, don't deviate, follow the military flag, kill!"

The attack front can not be deflected, can not be deflected, the cavalry is fast, the infantry is slow, once the front is deviated, the women and children who can't keep up will be exposed to the iron hooves of the enemy cavalry.

The two cavalry that had no way to retreat collided again, and in the midst of the flying flesh and blood, the wolf cavalry in the front fell in another row.