Every time a musket rang out, Cardinal Frith's face was impassive, even with interest, watching these few orcs dying and struggling, but for Archduke Nicholas, who was watching the battle from afar, it was a violent convulsion in his heart.

Because every burst of muskets rang out, those Templars who seemed to be elite were like being punched in the process of the wild charge, and then these Templars, who represented countless gold, time, and energy, would fall at least a dozen or so.

And those orcs paid nothing more than a little buckshot the size of a little thumb, plus some black powder that was estimated to be absolutely cheap, even if these Templars had nothing to do with Grand Duke Nicholas, but for such a large-scale knight order, Grand Duke Nicholas, who had a morbid yearning, couldn't help but tremble in distress.

If his generals dared to give such a command, he would definitely have his skin peeled off afterwards.

That is, a behemoth like the Temple of Light, can do this kind of thing!

Fries, one of the seven cardinals of the Cardinal's office, is staring at the scene, and the target of his rescue is the presiding judge, Lord Casio Naia, one of the three giants of the temple.

These were the devout believers of the Temple of Light, and all they could see and know were these superficial conditions, and it was these appearances that they did not need to mobilize too much at all, and they went directly into the frenzy of dedication to the great God of Light, and this casualty had no effect on their morale at all.

After another shot, the Templars twenty paces away fell again, and then a long tin whistle sounded, and this time the kobold musketeers did not retreat a little, but reloaded on the spot, but spread their legs and ran towards the rear of the formation.

Behind them, in the short distance from eighty paces of rejection to a dozen paces in front of the breastwork, the fallen Templars and their warhorses almost filled the empty space.

In other words, after paying more than 300 precious Templars, the Templars finally rushed to the position where they were about to fight, and another result was that they forcibly covered all the thistles arranged by the orcs with corpses.

Needless to say, whether such a price is worth it or not, but at least they are not just beaten and can fight back.

The heavily armed little dwarf Lord Modo, carrying his huge dragon-slaying knife, suddenly jumped out of the breastwork, and behind him, the 500-strong guard battalion, led by the Konev brothers and sisters, regained the position where the kobold musketeers had been just now.

At the front were one hundred and fifty stout bears and minotaurs guarded, the minotaurs held a huge tower shield in front, and the bear men clenched their spears more than three meters long with both hands, and through the gaps in the tower shields, they were raised obliquely high.

These people were all in double full-body heavy armor, and when they put down their masks, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and from a distance, they looked like monsters made of steel.

Behind them were more than a hundred orc guards with various weapons, and two hundred Slavic berserkers, but they were all carrying large axes in both hands, torches in one hand, and iron ball bombs in the other, as if they were grenadiers who intended to work part-time for a while.

Hundreds of spinning hand axes, meteor hammers, and even throwing spears, with the unique golden fighting spirit of the Temple of Light, smashed into the little dwarf Modo, and the orcs behind the breastwork.

This was the first time the Templars had struck, and after smashing these things, they quickly lifted the riding spears hanging from their saddles and rushed straight at the little gnome.

The little dwarf standing at the front, in the propaganda of the Temple of Light, Modo, the new prince of the orcs, is simply an evil heretic comparable to the abyss demon, so the little dwarf has become the target of nearly half of the weapons throwing, and the rest are the orcs behind the breastwork.

Mo Duo grabbed the hilt of the knife with one hand, splashed the huge dragon slayer into the water, and poured the throwing weapon full of fighting spirit, and was easily knocked away as soon as he touched the sword light in the sky.

If it weren't for the weapons that smashed into the orcs behind the breastwork, smashing on the huge tower shield, it would make those strong orcs involuntarily raise their bodies backwards, and the Templar knights in the first few rows would have the illusion that they didn't have any strength.

At the same time, the counterattack from the orcs also arrived, and two hundred strong Slavs, shaking their arms and vigorously throwing the iron ball bombs ignited in their hands, were thrown fifty paces away, and all fell on the charging Templars.

A series of "boom" explosions sounded, these Templar knights had long been aware of this evil weapon of the orcs before the battle, and they had a fearless spirit to forcibly bear the heavy casualties, but the problem was that they were mentally prepared, but their horses were not.

This sudden explosion sound almost directly in the ears of the war horses, as well as the extremely dazzling firelight, made these long-trained war horses fall into an irrepressible panic, and then the Templar Knights' charging formation was completely chaotic.

The frightened war horse in front instinctively wanted to retreat, but the war horse in the back couldn't stop at all under the whipping of the knight on the body, and it was crowded into a ball for a while.

Such a rare opportunity, if the little dwarf Modo, who had fought so many vicious battles, could not grasp it, then he would be a mallet, and the little dwarf would not retreat but advance, and with a few ups and downs, he rushed into the panicked Templar ranks.

Every time the dragon slayer knife was wielded, it would bring up a large piece of flesh and blood, and whether or not the Templar knights could successfully parry it, the result was the same, the sophisticated weapons in their hands, and the sturdy armor on their bodies, were no more able to resist than their own flesh and blood for a moment.

"I can't imagine that in just such a short time, the strength of this little dwarf has grown to this point, so I must let him escape today, otherwise there will be big trouble in the future. Cardinal Fries, who was watching the battle, thought silently.

For the precious Templar Knight, slaughtered by the little dwarf, this kind of small thing was not taken to his heart at all, before leaving, in the secret instructions of the Pope, in order to make this small action more perfect, he originally planned to sacrifice some of the power of the division.

And the current casualties are not even a fraction of the number of the pope's mouth that is said lightly, and the great Temple of Light is so tyrant and so capricious.

However, this does not mean that Fries does not care about his own safety, he knows very well the hatred of the little dwarf for him, and with such a powerful enemy, no one can rest easy.

The cardinal made a decision in an instant that the killing of the little dwarf was the most important task, and anyway, if the small act of killing the judge was not completed, it should be His Majesty the Pope and the chief cardinal who should have the headache.