In Bledsoe's standard composition of more than 10,000 men, the Knights' positions are basically on either side of the formation.

The first is to widen the horizontal battlefield and leave more space for the knights to charge, and the second is to give full play to the high mobility and tactical literacy of the Bledsoe knights, flexibly changing the formation of the two wings according to the situation of the battlefield, or surrounding in an arc, or breaking the formation in a cone, or pushing flat in a phalanx.

As a result, in Bledsoe's troops, the Order is often described as the "Winged Lion's Feather".

- Bledsoe's Military Encyclopedia

The orc warriors did not expect the human legion to be crushed in one blow, and the all-out rush of the orcs was like a high-speed carriage, crashing headlong into the mountains and being blocked.

They only felt that they had hit an unshakable wall of steel, and the orc warriors in the front row even fainted directly under the huge impact.

However, before they could recover from this unexpected blow, the shadow of death loomed over them.

While the stone lion warriors in the front row used their flesh and blood to block the orcs from charging, the robes behind them jumped up without hesitation.

The heavy spear in his hand was already leveled, and it stabbed straight out without any fancies, but the unpretentious stabbing blow made the orc warriors unavoidable.

"Tempered by a thousand hammers, great ingenuity is clumsy", if the Gunn tribe knew about the reputation enjoyed by the Stone Lion Legion in the human world, I am afraid it would not be surprising.

But at this moment, they could only watch their people fall one by one in a burst of gasping surprise.

The setback on the frontal battlefield was a surprise to Garush, but as an orc patriarch who had grown up from blood and battle, such a blow would not shake his resolve at all.

"lockilasdovga," the orc patriarch shouted, thumping his chest and giving an order, and his people began to press in unison.

The Gunn tribe's troll hunters belong to the Darkspear clan, and they are typically characterized by blue-gray skin and the uncommon dark Tree Spear.

The average troll is over 2.3 meters tall, weighs over 240 pounds, and can reach over 2.6 meters with a fully extended reach.

With the exception of the Troll Clan's King Trul Tribe, they are slightly larger than the rest of their counterparts, and the Trul Tribe is believed to be the origin of the Troll Clan.

The extra-long height and reach of the trolls have given them the nickname "Humanoid Ballista" for long-range strikes. At this point, Gunn's Dark Spear trolls shouldered their tree spears, their abrupt fangs staggering in a roar, and they sprinted forward with their long sturdy legs, making a pre-throw run.

In the center of the Gunn array, the shamans began chanting incantations aloud.

From time to time, they held up the totem in their hands and remained silent without saying a word, as if listening to the whispers of the wind;

From time to time, they insert the totem in their hands into the earth, kneeling and kissing the soil, as if telling the longing for the earth;

From time to time, they open their arms and look up to the sky in a loud prayer, as if they are praying for the gift of the sky...

With the prayers of the shamans, monochromatic halos of blue, red, blue, and yellow spread out from the totems in their hands.

The halo of light fell on the Troll Hunters, their already long hands and feet thicker, the spears seemed to become lighter, and the cold light on the tips of the spears became more permeable;

The halo of light fell on the orc warriors, their eyes glowed red, the pain on their bodies seemed to disappear, and they could only feel the endless power from their ancestors.

Shamans have always been few in the orc clan, but the reason they have always been the spiritual leaders of the clan is because of their magical abilities.

Shamans have the ability to communicate with spirits, with nature, and even powerful shamans have the ability to foresee the future and guide their people out of trouble.

Shamans believe that all things have spirits, and they communicate with storms, fire, earth, and water, and use the power of nature to strengthen and heal themselves and their people.

It can be said that a tribe with a shaman can multiply its combat power and have the endurance to attack fortifications.

Relying on the shamans' holdings, the leading orc warriors gradually stabilized their positions, and when the thick tree spears whistled and fell in the air, Bledsoe's army finally began to suffer casualties.

Garush narrowed his eyes: sure enough, the scales of victory had begun to tilt, and the brave clan warriors would not be defeated by the weak humans!

He clenched the scepter in his hand, which symbolized the power of the patriarch, and swung forward, sending his people to attack with all their might, hoping to use the momentum to crush the human army in one fell swoop.

According to the rumors of the Vaynd Continent, the eldest sister of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, Ulude, and the second sister, Beludi, are both gods with gentle temperaments, while the youngest Scotti has a somewhat irritable temper.

Thus in the temporal tristate:

Ulud represents the past, and she often looks back on the past, drowning in vanishing thoughts;

Belo Dandy represents the present, she is in the prime of her life, but she is hesitant to choose the unknown;

Scotti represents the future, she is young and changeable, and she is curious about everything.

Scotti often wears a veil and does not show her true face, so the future is usually full of unknowns and confusing to see. Some people have maliciously speculated that Shi Kodi only decides the end of the thread of fate according to his own mood.

Therefore, it also extends the saying "A woman's mind is unpredictable, and the world is unpredictable"

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At this moment, when dealing with Garush's fate line, it is clear that Scotti's mood is not much better.

Just as the orc patriarch was full of ambition to write a new history for his tribe, the sound of horses' hooves struck him like a pendulum of the River Styx.

His eyelids twitched unconsciously, his muscles slowly contracted, and his beastly instincts made him feel a sense of crisis that he had never felt before, and as he looked at his people charging forward, he suddenly had the illusion that he was gone forever.

He muttered to the call of his people back, but... It's just that before it was said in time, heaven and man had passed away.

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The strings of fate were plucked by the wind, and the swallow-tailed flags in the hands of the knights also fluttered in the wind.

Brad Rondo pulled down his mask, his still slightly green face was full of eagerness, even after being transferred to the third detachment of the Central Royal Knights, he had never encountered such a big scene, not to mention that the opponent was still an orc known for its bravery.

Brad was born east of Bledsoe to a family of ordinary knights in Wallergy, where his father, Drake Rondo, and grandfather, Gilard Rondo, were both members of the local garrison Knights.

Although it is not a prestigious title or feat, it is important to know that being a knight in Bledsoe is an admirable thing in itself.

Born into such a family, Brad was destined to live in the admiring eyes of his friends and the harsh teachings of his grandfather and father since he was a child.

However, I don't know if it is the rebellious psychology of children who prevails, and unlike the father who is strict with his every move, Brad is more eager to "roar when the road is uneven, and help each other with guns and do not look back".

Single-handedly breaking into a group of thieves, chasing flower thieves across several towns, etc., are all glorious deeds he did as early as when he was not an adult.

Of course, Draco was troubled by his son's out-of-the-box personality and personal heroism, and in his opinion, the knight should pay more attention to calm teamwork and elegant personal cultivation.

However, in the face of the son who surpassed himself early, entered the eyes of the Central Knights only three years after entering the local knights, and was promoted exceptionally, what can he say except pride?

"Pain and pleasure in trouble," Mr. Draco knows.

All in all, in this era when romantic knights were not yet prevalent, a "active" knight like Brad was still very unusual.

It is also thanks to his young age that he is at the bottom of the ranks of the Central Knights, and most of his colleagues and commanders basically regard him as their own children, so that sometimes when they see him jumping around energetically, they will show a gratifying smile, sighing at the vitality of the young man and looking forward to his growth...

Now, the first major trial of Brad's knightly path is about to begin.

"Hey, Brad, wait a minute, follow us, take care of yourself! Don't get too excited, rush too forward, pay more attention to the formation!"

The knight captain of the third detachment, the devotional lord Jayd Rutherver, couldn't help but be speechless when he saw Brad eager to be the first to rush out, compared to those rookies who were too nervous to see the big scene for the first time and lost their lives, he was more worried that this little guy in his team was too excited, and he rushed into the orc army alone and drowned in the sea of people.

However, before he could ask for more, the other detachments around him had already begun to pace forward, and Jia had no choice but to pull down his mask and lead his team to follow.

With his right hand, he drew a horizontal and vertical line on his chest, in the shape of a sword, and prayed silently:

May the Knight's Sword always protect you, Brad, and may you one day understand that perhaps the vanished can become a hero.

However, those who survive will become legends that will write history. I expect more from you than just heroes.

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When Bledsoe's horse's hooves sounded, so did Skoti's scissors, the golden-white scales wrapped around the knights' cars, and the horn of the charge beckoned the sprout of dawn.

The knights marched, even as strong as the orcs, could not stop the pace of the torrent of steel, and the knights forward, even the will of the gods could not stop the knights' declaration:

My blood is inexhaustible, my sword is not broken, my thoughts are constant, and my life is endless.

They went forward, and they went forward, and they struck and crushed, and they struck again,

They are the darlings of the god of wind, crisscrossing the battlefield of the gods wantonly;

They are the attendants of the god of death, and they gather the most faithful servants for the king's feast.

They were the warriors of Bledsoe, representing the glory and virtue of the knights;

They are Bledsoe's people, for the obsession and fetters in their hearts, pick up, the sword of the king!

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