It was midnight.

Days of pouring rain finally stopped at dusk, and the abundance of rain almost turned the Hillsbrad Hills into an impassable swamp.

At this moment, the Highland Knights from Fort Riptide moved silently on the muddy road.

Having defeated the Horde's blocking line along the Solakhan Wall, the Alliance's vanguard of reinforcements finally crossed the line of the ruins of Dunhold Castle and advanced towards their goal.

The road under the horseshoe began to spread one south and one north, branching off into two distinct roads.

To the north, it was the stated goal of the Highland Knights - Tarummir, occupied by the tribal side; The Riptide Castle people who had rushed south to help could see the sky-high flames of the distant horizon - the town of Nanhai was under a frantic siege by the Horde.

Prince Garin Tolbairn was in the center of the vanguard, his personal guards and heralds with banners on their backs all gathered around him. A cavalryman, dressed as a very different weapon from the surrounding Highland knights, marched silently in the darkness until it approached Prince Garin's Praetorian Guard. At the front of the red and white cavalry, Alessandro Mograini nodded to the loyal knights of the Guard, rode straight to Garin Torbairn and his staff.

The order to halt the advance had been communicated to the entire army by the heralds, and the highland knights who had been instructed were seizing the limited time they had to take care of their horse companions, or to drink, eat, or replenish their strength.

The scouts who had been sent out to observe the situation also returned, and were now reporting their observations in front of the young prince, which attracted the attention of the "Ember Bringer".

"Your Highness. The fire is very fierce! One of the scouts said, "The town of Nanhai is almost entirely in flames. The port area has been conquered. The battlefield seemed to be full of enemies, but most of the Horde's elite forces seemed to be engaged in clearing and occupying the harbor area and the tidal flats. ”

"Damn, we're still late!" The scout's results made the young Prince Garin Torbain frown, and he turned to old Mograine with a little anxiety and said, "Perhaps the town of Nanhai did not know the news of our departure at all, and the defenders of the city may feel extremely desperate because of this. ”

"As a commander, impatience and worry do no good, young prince." Alessandro Mograini patted Prince Garin on the shoulder lightly, and at the same time mobilized the holy light to ease the young man's anxiety and said: "People will not tolerate being late in times of emergency. But better late than never. ”

"Perhaps this time people will find that the proverbs of the ancients have never been so pertinent."

"However, we may need to change the established strategy a little" The monstrous flames of Nanhai Town made old Mograine's eyes glisten with hatred and rage, and a crazy thought was in his mind: "Have you spotted the Horde's arrangement outside Nanhai Town?" ”

"From what we've observed, there doesn't seem to be much left on the hilly area on the outskirts of Nanhai Town," the scout, named by the Ashbringer, thought back for a moment and gave the answer, "and it's very scattered, and the vigilance is very lax." ”

"Your Royal Highness, maybe we should surprise those greenskins before joining up with the Hammer Dwarves." Turning his head to look at Garin Tolbaine beside him, old Mograine's eyes flashed with a chilling chill: "Announce our arrival to the defenders of Southsea Town. At the same time, try to alleviate the pressure on Nanhai Town. ”

"What are we going to do?"

The Ashbringer's suggestion left Prince Garin puzzled. Looking at this famous Scarlet Crusader Grand Lord, the question in his heart blurted out.

"It's easy!"

Old Mograini unraveled the ashbringer in the shape of a hatchet wrapped in linen from behind. replied with a murderous wist;

"Kill under the city of Nanhai Town!"

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In the darkness of the night, the blazing flames hovering over the town of Nanhai in the distance are almost the best guiding beacons.

The Highland Knights of Fort Rapids silently embarked on the journey to the town of Southsea Town, and nearly 10,000 Highland Knights slowly assembled like a torrent that broke through the levee and swept over the hills of Hillsbrad.

The tribal commander seemed so preoccupied with the city that was about to fall, oblivious to the holes in his foolproof plan.

All of this made old Mograine's raid plan go exceptionally well.

The panicked shouts of the tribesmen were heard on the battlefield, as well as the brief clinking of gold and iron.

The number of orc troops remaining on guard in the outskirts of Nanhai Town was very small, and it seemed that they had not expected such a sudden attack, and in the face of nearly 10,000 heavily armed Highland Knights, they were quickly defeated or dispersed by the knights' mounted spears and swords.

Led by Old Mograini and Prince Garin, the Highland Knights were unstoppable. As for the orc wolf knights that they encountered sporadically along the way, maybe because of their scarcity in number, each team was no more than a hundred people, or maybe the surprise attack was too sudden and made these tribal soldiers lose their fighting spirit, and they often collapsed at the touch of a button. This makes the army of Highland Knights from Riptide Castle feel like no one on the battlefield.

Even up to the scarred and crumbling walls of Nanhai Town in the distance, they were not intercepted by any threatening force, nor were they encountered any formed tribal army.

The air was filled with the burnt smell of fire and the smell of death.

In the tribal camp not far from Nanhai Town, Lieutenant Valokar of Fort Riptide was leading a thousand-man cavalry team to frantically slash and kill the tribal laborers who were blinded by the sudden attack, and completely destroyed the newly built siege devices in the camp

Within a few inclinations, half of the hills of Hillsbrad were easily recaptured, and the enemy's tent in front of the town of Southsea was set on fire, and the small number of defenders and a large number of remnants of orc laborers fled in all directions like prey to be driven.

Soaring, winning battles!

The fruitful results of the battle boosted the morale of the knights of Riptide Castle and thundered with joy, unlike those high-spirited highland knights, the heart of the Scarlet Crusader Lord who had been in battle for a long time was faintly uneasy.

Along the way, the resistance of the tribe was so weak. Let old Mograini smell the slightest hint of something bad!

When did the Horde become so vulnerable?

On the fighting power of the tribe. Especially the combat power of the orcs. I am afraid that there is no more voice than these paladins who fought on the frontlines of World War I and World War II!

Thinking of the strange situation along the way and the emptiness of the tribal camp, old Mograini's mind suddenly became alarmed!

"Assemble/Close!"

The hoarse cries of the Ashbringers were so small in the cheerful shouts of the Highland Knights.

Thinking of some terrible possibility, Alessandro Mograini ignored the surprise of his subordinates from the Scarlet Crusaders and some of the Highland Knights who served as guards, and with a sharp pull on the reins, he galloped a few steps before snatching a huge horn from the flag bearer's hand and blowing it with all his might!

In desperation, old Mograine even subconsciously used the power of the Holy Light, which was so powerful that even the horn made of the horns of the Thunder Lizard was able to withstand the power of the Thunder Lizard and exploded to pieces after a few moments.

"Woo~~~~~~~"

Fortunately, the long and low sound of the horn still resounded throughout the battlefield, and the highland knights who were still chasing and killing the remnants of the tribe almost subconsciously looked back at the direction where the royal banner was, and after hesitating for a moment, turned their horses' heads and moved closer to the direction of the Scarlet Crusader Grand Lord.

Pity. The Ember Bringer came to his senses too late

It seemed to be the sound of the horn before the win, and the continuous sound of war drums suddenly sounded from all directions, intertwining into a magnificent symphony in an instant. The deafening sound of drums and trumpets swept through the plains and hills around Nanhai Town like thunder and lightning.

Under the astonished gaze of the Highland knights, groups of heavily armed orc warriors in helmets and armor stepped out of the jungle from behind the hills in the distance. The shiny blades of the tomahawk shimmered orange in the firelight, and the light came from all directions, and in an instant!

Tens of thousands of orc elites appeared on the battle money with their heads held high and full of fighting spirit, and gradually formed a seemingly impregnable defensive line, blocking the way for the retreat and transfer of Fort Riptide reinforcements.

Especially in front of that defensive line, thousands of elite orc wolf knights had unconsciously set up a sharp arrow formation, roaring towards the highland knights who were trying to reorganize their formation!

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant, and the highland knights who were hunters before became the prey of the orc wolf knights in an instant!

"The whole team. Meet the enemy! ”

There was no time to wait for the disorganized subordinates to regroup, and Prince Garin Tolbain, who had come to his senses, had already brandished his rifle and shouted orders. The horses under the crotch galloped out under the control of Prince Garin.

Behind him, the banner of Fort Riptide fluttered in the night wind, and one after another strong horses galloped across the grassland under the cover of night, and some of the fast-reacting Highland knights did not hesitate to follow closely and gradually adjust their formation in the charge, as for the old Mograine holding the Ash Messenger in his hand, he rushed to the enemy first, and even crossed the Prince of Fort Rapids, who was the first to charge.

The distance of several miles was only fleeting for the cavalry, but in a moment's effort, the two torrents of steel had already collided together without retreating!

"Boom!"

The holy light that burst from the Ash Bringer's long sword was still shining, but this time, the Ash Bringer's fierce blow to the opponent's head was violently parried by a strangely shaped battle axe!

This made Alessandro Mograini's heart pound.

"Long time no see, Mograini"

A low, majestic greeting came from the helmet of the wolf knight with the battle axe, and the whistling night breeze ruffled the snow-white hair around the other's neck. A force stronger than Old Mograini erupted violently, easily pushing the Ash Messenger a distance, and then in the next second, with the voice, a ferocious slash had been quickly slashed towards Old Mograine's waist:

"I've been waiting here for a long time!"

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