Sa!

A feathered arrow came and hit the forehead of an orc soldier who raised his sword to meet him, and his fierce eyes immediately dispelled, and he fell down with his head up, revealing his companion behind him.

Glancing blankly at the dead gray eyes of his fallen comrade, the other orc soldier looked up, and was greeted by Martha, and the rolling iron stream that was following closely behind, and he didn't say a word, turned around and ran. He had barely run a few paces away when a furious Martha caught up with him, knocked him to the ground with a slap, and then was drowned by the cavalry stream and stepped into the manure of the following spring.

In the face of the onslaught of the formed cavalry, the current orc and troll alliance formations were scattered, and they could not effectively resist at all, and collapsed in an instant. Thousands of soldiers fled like headless flies at the mouth of the valley, completely disrupting their already unformed formation, and even a few officers shouted at their throats to no avail, and finally they had to join the fleeing crowd.

The cavalry, under the guidance of the Knights of the Falling Star, repeatedly swept in an arc, and the heavy armor soldiers were responsible for driving them away, preventing the other party from converging and forming. The rear light cavalry bows and arrows to kill, and everywhere is like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, and killing people is simpler than mowing grass.

There was a dead silence on the watchtower of the orc camp, and no one expected that the battle situation would develop to this point. Now it has become organized and unorganized, and the "sharp knife" is a purely one-sided massacre, and the number of people is meaningless.

Zavala suddenly discovered something, something he had never thought of, his army of 4,500 seemed to be defeated, defeated by hundreds of bandits! And he couldn't do anything.

At this time, the soldiers could not find the generals, the generals could not find the soldiers, everyone was on the run, and the orders could not be issued at all, let alone executed.

What to do?!

Zavala's eyes were wide open, and he was unable to speak as he watched his soldiers being slaughtered by the enemy.

That's when ......

"My lord, give your life quickly!" The little cub was so anxious that he shouted loudly.

Hearing his voice, Zavala's scattered eyes suddenly focused, and she turned around and grabbed the cub by the collar and brought it to herself.

"Yes, it must be ordered immediately!" Zavala grabbed the cub and shook it vigorously, staring at the cub's panicked eyes.

The little cub nodded subconsciously, and Zavala's eyes showed a hint of madness.

"But this order is up to you!" Zavala gritted her teeth and said word by word.

The little cub couldn't believe his ears and shook his head in panic.

Zavala pushed him to the ground and said viciously: "I trust your wisdom, and I trust your loyalty, there are thousands of our comrades there, who are struggling under the enemy's butcher's knife, and someone needs to stand up and lead them out of the way, I can't do anything about it, this burden can only be carried by you!"

"But my lord...... They won't listen to me. The little cub was frightened, and could not speak well.

"No, but!" Zavala pointed to the military flag erected on the side and shouted: "This is an order, with my banner, you can command this team."

At this time, at the junction of the highlands and the basin, those observers were all uneasy. They could not have imagined that the army of orcs who came with the power of thunder would fall into chaos like this and become lambs to the slaughter.

Some of them were depressed, some were shocked, and some were elated, like Victor and Bloomberg.

Hahahaha!

Victor lowered the telescope tube, grabbed Bloomberg and shook it vigorously, excited and uncontrollable: "The boss is about to win, it's too hard, it's too incredible, it's too ......great."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Bloomberg put a smile on his face and pushed him away: "There has been a change, and the orc flag is out of the camp!"

Victor was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed the binoculars and looked in front of his eyes.

Not only them, but all observers saw the change, and their chests began to rise and fall violently. The flags meet, and the time for the decisive battle has arrived!

I heard a horn suddenly blow in the orc camp, and in the sound of the horn, the two troll soldiers ran to the chasm with a thick plank, and with a loud roar, they put the plank on the chasm.

As soon as the single-plank bridge was erected, a wolf in the camp turned around the corner and flashed, and the knight on the seat whipped desperately to accelerate, urging the wolf to run wildly in the direction of the battlefield. Immediately after that, a wolf flashed out, carrying a large black flag in the hand of the knight on his back, and a hideous wolf head embroidered on the flag.

When the two wolves rushed to the head of the bridge, the soldiers were shocked to find that the standard-bearer was their supreme commander, the Overseer, Zavala!

"Fuck off! Give way to the Commander! Zavala shouted and beat him with the whip in his hand, and the soldiers on both sides crawled and dodged.

Looking at the two-mounted wolf who crossed the single-plank bridge into the battlefield, the soldiers looked at each other, who is this new commander?

Woo...... Woo......

After entering the battlefield, Zavala followed closely with the cub, holding the flag in his left hand, grabbing the horn and blowing it with his right hand, and the majestic and desolate trumpet sound resounded through the sky, overshadowing the boiling shouts of battle.

"It's the military flag, our military flag." The orc soldiers stopped running, looking at the banner representing the soul of the army, a little at a loss.

The orcs and trolls saw it, and Mochizuki Village saw it, only to see two wolves running desperately around the battlefield, the banner "crackling" by the strong wind, and the frost wolf looming on the flag.

The next moment!

"Everyone is moving closer to me, to the flag!" The knight on the wolf in front of him suddenly shouted, and the shouts echoed through the battlefield with a trumpet.

Hearing this, the orc soldiers hesitated for a moment and began to move towards the banner.

"Kill me! They're going to gather the army! Old Barton roared, and spurred into the enemy line, slashing at the orcs. The knights reacted, and hurriedly chased after each with their blades, desperately driving away the shock orcs and preventing them from approaching the banner.

The orcs still have about 3,000, and the cavalry of Mochizuki Village is only 400 when it is full, and once the other party is regrouped, the strength and weakness will be reversed immediately.

The killing was relentless, and the unbearable orcs began to abandon their movements, stopping to resist to the death. At this moment, the two horsemen took an arc and rushed to the rear of the cavalry formation of Mochizuki Village.

"Don't fight with the enemy, don't fight, move closer to me, move closer to the flag!" The former wolf rider ran and shouted all the way, and his voice was already hoarse.

The orc soldiers were already on the verge of collapse, and when they watched their own military flags pass in front of them, their emotions finally got out of control.

"Stop fighting, chase the military flag!" A squad leader stomped his feet and roared, and before the roar fell, a rolling stream of people rushed over, wrapped around him and ran towards the military flag.

Countless people ran wildly together, chasing the military flag, their eyes were full of madness, and they didn't look at the Falling Star Knights who were desperately slashing and killing on the side. The military flag was spinning in circles, they chased the arc, and the tail of the team was drawn out like a whip, and the cavalry of Mochizuki Village was actually squeezed aside.

"Don't stop, everyone, keep running for me!" The flag had circled back to the west, and the shouting never stopped, and the soldiers just followed and chased, and the formation ran into a big whirlpool.

"I'm going to kill him." Seeing that the two wolves were about to circle back again, Ishara dismounted the mammoth and galloped head-on.

The orc's banner ran around and came back, and unlike last time, they gradually cut inward, and the circle around them became smaller and smaller, and the formation of the soldiers chasing behind them naturally became tighter and tighter.

Ishara was so fast that she rushed to the front of the two wolf riders in a few dodges, her body slammed, the bowstring cracked, and the feathered arrows shot out to the throat of the troll standard-bearer.