"What's going on, Abydis?" Uther's expression became solemn, and he realized that it must not be an ordinary thing to let the normally quiet Tulayan quarrel with him so angrily.

"Sir Lothar didn't attack the orcs out of a hurry. Uther, you may not know that when our horses have been running for a long time, if we fight immediately, the horses will not be too tired, at least they will not be paralyzed on the ground; But if you let the war horse rest for a while at this time, the war horse will have weak legs, and then it will not be able to run. Tulayan meant that he hoped that we would not stop, but first attack the orc army and let the horses run. Abidis was older and not as impulsive as Tulayan, and he calmly explained to Uther.

Is there such a thing? - Uther was taken aback - he was not a soldier, and the Kingdom of Azeroth did not have a system of universal military service, so although he was excellent in martial arts and had an excellent affinity for the Light, he did not know as much about military affairs as a professional soldier like Abidis who came from the Royal Guard of Lordaeron.

With only a little hesitation, Uther realized that Abidis and Tulayan could not have joked with him on such an occasion and on such a matter.

Having figured this out, Uther immediately admitted his mistake: "Sorry, Abidis, you're right, I really don't know this. Then do what you say, attack, Abydis, I'll leave the command to you for the time being, no problem, right? ”

Abidis was stunned for a moment—for Uther, the priest of Stormwind who had come out of nowhere (except that the Lightbringer was still very prestigious among the remnants of the storm, as opposed to the royal guards of Lordaeron), had suddenly become the teacher of the Prince of Arthas. Having become the commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand again, Abidis has always been dissatisfied in his heart, and Uther has been keeping a straight face all day. The look of enjoying the majesty of the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand made Abidis even more unhappy; But he never imagined that Uther would hand over the command of the Knights of the Silver Hand to himself in this way.

"No problem, Uther." Abydis came to his senses and nodded—this time with a smile, for he suddenly realized that Uther had always had a straight face. But it didn't seem so difficult to get along with - and he drew his two-handed sword from his waist and shouted, "Knights of the Silver Hand." Charge, for the glory of Lordaeron, may the Light give us strength! ”

The paladins, including Uther, drew their knightly two-handed swords at their waists - although the paladins in the back row couldn't quite understand what Abydis was shouting, they could see the movements of their companions in front of them.

"For the glory of Lordaeron. May the Light give us strength! The paladins shouted in unison—of course. Interestingly, not all paladins chant "For the glory of Lordaeron", such as Dassaulthan, who shouted "For Stormwind".

"Charge! Attack the left flank of those orcs! Abidis turned his horse's head and shouted and charged towards the orc army. Behind him, thousands of paladins dressed in silver-white plate armor with silver-white shield insignia embroidered on their chests also chanted the slogan of the charge. Rush towards the Orc camp. Despite the fact that the enemy is several times more than them, but for the sake of glory. Although he died without regrets.

Don't think that the phrase "May the Light give us strength" is just an empty slogan, as this sentence is shouted, the weapons of the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand burst into a bright white light, turning the surrounding not-so-bright field into a field of light.

If Mograine had been here, he would have recognized that this was the holy technique he used in the Valley of Alterac to cut through Draketar's solid skin, the "Blessing of Strength".

The oppression of thousands of hoplites charging was very different from that of 3,000 light cavalry; Although the group of human cavalry with white light had not yet arrived, Orgrim had already felt the solemn atmosphere.

"Charge, charge, loktarogar!" At Orgrim's signal, Blox re-led the assembled Blackstone Orcs to attack again.

Although he didn't have a long battle formation, Orgrim also understood that the damage caused by taking the initiative to meet the attack was much smaller than staying in place and waiting for the onslaught of the group of cavalry.

"Shoot, shoot!" At Kilrog's urging, the orc warriors of the Thunder King Clan rained down their long-range throwing weapons and arrows in front of him, and although Kilrog was not their chieftain, the orcs of the Thunder King Clan obeyed his command during the battle.

There was a soft clang, and the arrows and small stones collided with the blades of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Some paladins glow with a golden light, and the "Holy Shield" is especially effective in the face of such a crisis; Of course, not all paladins were able to use this holy art, and most of them still relied on the protection of their plate armor to resist the attacks of the orcs of the Thunder King clan in a panic.

Brooks charged forward with a large group of Blackstone Orcs, thousands of scarlet glasses terrifying in the night. However, the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are undaunted, and their faith in the Light and hatred of the Orcs keep them going.

A torrent of white iron horsemen and a black orc tide collided, and suddenly the man turned on his back; The Knights of the Silver Hand attacked the flanks of the orc army, so it also caused the entire formation of the orc army to slowly deviate to the right.

Although the Blackstone Orcs led by Brooks are very different from the knights on horseback in height, they have a combat advantage over humans in their hearts, coupled with the courage and fearlessness of Brooks, the morale of the entire Blackstone Orc army is unprecedentedly high.

Because the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand only rode their horses over the right flank of the orc army, Brooks stumbled into the Knights of the Silver Hand when he ran.

Running at high speed, Blox slammed a heavily armored horse to the ground, and this time, the paladin on horseback just snorted, and was crushed into a meatloaf by his own warhorse—a tall war horse in itself, plus a heavy armor, even a paladin protected by the Holy Light could not withstand it.

"Kill! Warriors! For the sake of the tribe, it is better to die than to win! Raising the tomahawk in his hand, Brooks shouted again, then lunged at his next target.

“loktarogar！” The Blackstone Orcs responded in unison, and then divided into small groups of three or five, entangled the paladins on horseback. (To be continued......)