"My lord, we are surrounded!"

Kavin Brad looked around and saw more and more green skins coming his way. And the knights have long been stuck in the quagmire of close combat and cannot get out.

Hordes of orcs armed with machetes and axes, roaring and screaming, chopped off the heads of human soldiers, threw them flying, and roared wildly.

The attendant swung his sword with great difficulty, blocking the orc's axe in front of him, and then pounced with all his strength, smashing the opponent's head with his iris shield, and the orc's fangs were broken. The squire didn't dare to stop at all, raised his shield, and smashed the orc's head again and again, until the green-skinned orc under him was completely out of breath.

Just when the squire thought he had escaped, a war pig rushed in front of him, the orc rider shouted excitedly, the war pig howled, and when the squire flew up and fell again, the orc rider's machete had been swung down.

The squire's head had been chopped off, his body protected by chain mail was still exposed, and scarlet blood was pouring out of his severed neck.

Kavin Bled has no time to take care of it, or rather, he can't protect himself. The Bretonnian knights around him were diminishing by the moment.

Not far away, the giant swung his heavy rod and knocked the Bretonnian soldiers on the ground like ants. The smell of blood filled the air, and Calvin Brad regretted it, but it was too late. He could only feign composure, wield his sword, and loudly ordered the knights to break out of the encirclement.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly black orc stood in front of him. A cyan face, black heavy plate armor, and a large jagged axe. Before Kavin Brad could react, the head of the war horse under him was severely cut off, and the horse stumbled and threw him straight out.

As soon as he landed, Duke Calvin Brad raised his long sword, barely blocking the black orc's slash. The tomahawk bit the sword, and Calvin Brad took advantage of the wrestling opportunity to kick his opponent in the lower abdomen, only to temporarily kick the sturdy black orc warrior away.

The Black Orc warrior snorted and rushed again.

His eyes glittered with scarlet blood, and the slaughter, the endless battles were what his existence was all about. Kavin Brad had never seen such a rampaging and bloodthirsty creature. He raised his sword, and again struggled to block an axe. Take advantage of the gap in the deflection of the blade ꓹ and slam your opponent's face with the hilt. The Black Orc warrior was smashed to the point of dizziness, and one eye was bleeding.

But despite his injuries, the orc warrior picked up his tomahawk and slashed again. This time, Duke Kaven was directly cut to the ground, he struggled but was unable to get up, the battle axe cut through his shoulder armor, Duke ꓹ felt that his right shoulder was barely sensational. There was no squire or knight around him to protect him. Everyone was in a state of confusion. A sitting duck.

In the dim sunlight, the black orc dragged his injured body and limped to the top of Calvin Brad's head, he raised his blood-dripping battle axe with one hand, and suddenly a majestic horn sounded under the distant sky. All the orcs turned their heads and watched in horror. The sound of that trumpet was none other than the trumpet of King Bretonnia's royal conquest.

"Bretonnian Knights ꓹ forward!"

King Victor Charles roared on an ornately decorated elven horse. He was covered with silver light, and the dusky seemed to open the way for him, and wherever he went, the holy sunlight broke through the dusky clouds and shrouded the new king.

The earth trembled again.

Tallinnam clamped his horse, a charge he had experienced countless times. But it was the first time I fought side by side with the king.

The blood welled up in his heart again, and he forgot all his worries and fears for a while.

The horses neighed, and through the slits between the helmets, Tallinnham could vaguely see where the enemy was. It was a tidal brownish green, surging in the valley in front of me.

"Attack! for the king!"

"For the goddess of the lake!"

The knights of the kingdom shouted. In the sky, Pegasus swept by, spreading its white wings and slaying towards the place where the greenskin was most dense.

It was like a hurricane, and Tallinnam was in the middle of the storm, feeling the raging hurricane getting stronger and stronger, and finally, only a hundred meters close to the enemy, the war horse was blindfolded and charged at full speed.

Only the sound of countless bodies being knocked down and trampled was heard, and under the dim sky, the army of Bretonnian knights was like a wall of steel, pushing the orc troops fighting on the ground!

Yes, a thorough flat push!

Under the personal leadership of King Charles II, the Knights of the Holy Grail and the Knights of Exploration formed the first line of charge, and the knights of the kingdom and the knights of chivalry formed the second line of charge.

However, the knights in the front row did not stop sprinting at all, and the pious Knight of the Holy Grail swung his shining greatsword and cut off the green-skinned orcs in front of him.

The knight of the kingdom clenched his spear and pierced the body of his enemy.

Tallinnam roared angrily, spear piercing the body of a black orc, dragging the dead black orc's body all the way until the spear could not withstand the impact of the horse's charge and snapped. Almost as soon as the spear broke, Tallinnham drew his saber from his waist, his horse neighed and slammed into a small goblin, and the knight's longsword slashed another green-skinned orc archer.

The pressure on them grew, and after deeply tearing through the enemy line, the knights were finally forced to stop their charge. Here, the remaining orcs stopped the horses from continuing to charge. However, this is not surprising, all charges are not endless, and eventually there is a moment of stopping. But it was worth it, at least a third of the greenskins and goblins had already fallen under this wave of collective charge. The iron hooves of the war horses were stained with the blood and broken entrails of the enemy.

"Flanks!"

Before the greenskinned orc infantry rushed forward, King Victor Charles shouted.

All the Bretonnian knights who were following the king suddenly turned around, and the horses barely stopped, but made a ninety-degree turn on the battlefield without stopping, rushing away the thin orc troops on the flank. The orcs and goblins who had just survived the wall-mounted charge were once again trampled......

Tallinnam was about to move with the main army, but the horse under him was suddenly mixed with something, neighing and falling to the ground. The remnants of the orcs not far behind him immediately rushed forward.

The other knights of the kingdom were far away, and Tallinnam could only clench his sword and fight alone. Fortunately, he was not the only knight who fell from his horse, and all the knights who fell off their horses in the battle and did not die got up and fought against the dense orc army on the opposite side.