The glittering knights were the focal point of the port, and the men were encouraged to see it, and the women were even more excited to cry when they saw it. I don't want to be in the same boat with them, and of course I don't really like to have too much contact with the Duke of Berval, and I don't know why I don't want to have any contact with him.

But I was still in the same boat as him, and the Duchess apparently knew me, and she greeted me first. It took only a day to get from King's Harbor to Westspring Harbor, and when I arrived at the port, I found that it had been almost destroyed by the orcs.

Because he had just left, the corpses in the port on the dock were still there almost intact when he returned again. The returning soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, and the knights who came to fight could not see this extreme grief and sorrow on their faces, after all, it was not their hometown.

"How did you and Bolval meet?" Lothar asked me suddenly.

"He was the one who greeted me in King's Harbor when I first arrived in Stormwind."

"Oh...... No wonder. Lothar glanced at Madame Bolval next to her. Has he been in contact with you since? ”

"What's wrong?"

"Bolval told me about you." Lothar smiled. "You made a good impression on him."

"He told you?" I didn't feel flattered or happy at all.

The Duchess said the same.

I don't know what Lothar meant by saying that to me, but now I didn't say anything more to Lothar because of his sudden talkativeness. I don't know why I sometimes feel that this man is different from before in front of him now, but I can't say what the difference is.

The soldiers that Bervar brought back were probably the best of his men, and in Lothar's words, they were to kill the orcs with a single blow.

There were quite a few deaths on the way from Westspring to Westspring, and I was a little worried that the sight would affect the morale of the army, but on the contrary, the knights seemed to be enraged by the terrible sight.

The nearly destroyed town of Xiquan was looted, and countless dead bodies hung from the trees on the roadside, and there were more headless corpses on the roadside.

I've tried to understand the brutality of the orcs, but I think more than just the fact that they're animals, I feel like it's probably the ugliest side of war, where some armies are sustained by extremely brutal killings. But I don't know why the orcs are no longer focusing on catching live mouths, but have begun to kill with impunity.

There was not a single village left along the way, all of them were burned, and the most incomprehensible thing to me was that the orcs did not occupy the West Spring Fortress, but set fire to the place and completely destroyed it. Bowall's face was ugly, and it was all his property.

Although the fortress was destroyed, I felt happy in my heart. If the place is gone, it can be repaired, but if there are orc troops stationed in this place, it will be difficult for our team of less than 2,000 people to take it.

Apparently the orcs who captured this place did not have this kind of thinking, or they did not have enough manpower.

The scout reported the location of the orcs ahead, and when they learned that the orcs were raiding a village ahead, Berval's men excitedly asked to be the vanguard of the attack.

It was a small force, and Lothar didn't let the Knights perform, but let some of their anger out on the men who had just lost their homes.

The Knights covered Bolval's troops, and the anger of Bolval's soldiers was vented, I guess it was not only because of the hatred of the country and the family, but no matter what, the fight was very fierce and the killing was very ruthless. The orc force of one hundred and ten men was wiped out in a moment.

I remember this village, where I spent the night after being injured by the gnolls. Now that the village had been destroyed, I rode a horse searching for the remnants of my memories, and I was a little nervous that I wanted to find the house, but I was afraid of seeing something bad.

I hesitated as I stood in front of the house where I guessed I had stayed overnight, the door was ajar as the kicked door was ajar, and I glanced into the house, and it was still the familiar arrangement, and the memories came flooding back to me.

I'm not a person who doesn't miss the old days.

The house was ruined, but no one was in sight. I went up to the second floor to breathe a sigh of relief. I sincerely hope that this family ...... I remember she had a daughter, and I hope they're safe. I don't know if the husband of the family is still alive.

The news of the orc soldiers coming to the city came, and after such a big circle, it was time to get down to business.

The patrolmen kept bringing back information about the road conditions ahead, and the large force pushed forward as fast as they could. I really don't know where the orc troops who captured Xiquan Fortress and Xiquan Town have gone, maybe they have already rushed to participate in the siege.

Bervar described what the orc troops looked like, and through their banners I learned that they were the Bloodring Clan I had dealt with many times. It's no wonder they like to kill so much, they like to kill when they're in the Valley of Thorns.

The army stopped at a fork in the road, and a short time the patrol came to report that there were not many garrisons in the town of Shining Gold at the moment.

Bolval asked that guy named Marcus to lead a part of the people to take back the town of Shining Gold, and I immediately raised an objection in my heart, there are not many of us in the first place, and it doesn't seem to be very advantageous to fight with the orc siege troops for a while, isn't it boring to divide the troops again!

I leaned over to Lothar and muttered a few words to him, and Lothar looked at me and said that the reason why the garrison was left in Shining Gold was probably because there were orc reserves there, and if this place was taken, it would not just affect morale.

If that's the case, then it's easy to do.

The soldiers returning from the direction of Stormwind reported that the orcs were already stationed outside Stormwind and were estimated to be besieging the city soon.

It was nearly noon when we appeared behind the butts of the orcs, but Lothar didn't let us go straight out and lurked in the woods to rest.

From a distance, I saw that the walls of Stormwind City were already full of wolf smoke, and the whining orcs were carrying out another round of attacks on the walls. The rear of the orc forces seems to be where their supplies and command posts are located.

According to the scouts stationed at the station, the battle had been going on for a morning, and the orcs had charged three times, all of which had been pressed back.

"If you don't break through the three attacks, it's basically a failure." Lothar said as she turned on her horse.

All the soldiers re-mounted and drew their weapons from their waists.

"No, what we're going to do is burn their butts." Lothar waved her hand.

Then there was the sound of a knife being drawn.

I turned my head to look at the slickering knights, and there was a rare look of excitement on their faces, whether they were going to war or maybe dying, and the way they were eager to try it really made me feel a little uncomfortable.

With Lothar's order, the cavalry slowly walked out of the jungle, and after the formation was completed, Lothar did not give a speech before the formation, and the city in front of him was red-eyed, and this group of young men had seen enough in the forest. With a wave of Lothar's sword, the glowing knights stabbed the orc's back like a spear.

At this time, the orcs also found out about us behind the killing, but it was too late. The horses I rode this time were all war horses from the Knights, not only did they have good stamina, after all, they had been running for so long, and their speed was quite good.

It took less than two minutes from the time we started charging to the time we stabbed the orc troops in the back of their butts, and the orc forces turned their spearheads and erected the shield wall. Actually, I wasn't worried, but I really chuckled when I saw the robed and shirtless orcs and ogres appear at the back of their ranks.

Didn't this group of guys participate in the siege?

The fireballs flying towards us did lift my heart, but I gritted my teeth and kept urging my horses to rush towards them, and this worry turned into anger as I saw that it was getting closer.

The torches in front of the horses ignited the fuses of the oil tanks, and the supplies behind their ranks were ignited as we rushed past the back of their ranks.

I was always next to the flag bearer, and Lothar was behind me. After our first charge, we went around again.

At this time, I remembered my bandit brothers......

Instead of using a flaming oil bottle, we removed the cavalry spear hanging from the side of our horse.

Red is the color of death on the battlefield, and fire is the breath of death. The back is attacked and burning, causing the orc units to begin to loosen. I could clearly feel that the besieging forces were immediately discouraged.

And this time, our cavalry stabbed directly into the tail of the burning and already somewhat chaotic formation of the orc troops.

The orc's spear knocked down the rider in front, and the rider who followed closely behind rushed over without pause and crushed him. I'll admit I'm a little clever here, and I'm certainly not at the front of the charge.

The war horse under my crotch jumped up on the corpse on the ground, and I was holding not a spear but a canister of fire oil. A huge ogre's body appeared in my sight, and this fire pot gave it away!

I slammed it down, and its horned head caught the oil can I smashed over.

It's wonderful!

This kind of scene is much more exciting than slashing directly with a sword.

I grabbed the last oil canister and lit it up and smashed it at a couple of spear-wielding orcs. No one may care about being stabbed twice, but when the body is on fire, everyone's first reaction must be to put out the fire quickly!

Then I took off the three-headed chain hammer that hung from my waist, which was best suited to the cavalry charge.

The front of the horse is very thick, and once the horse runs, this impact is generally difficult to resist, and at this time, the tail of the orcs has been basically broken by us. Once there is chaos, there will be disorderly gaps, and this chaotic gap provides space for the war horse to collide and stompe.

One Hammer! Two hammers!

At this time, the chain hammer lifted upwards in my hand is really the best artifact at this time. You can't smash their heads, you can't smash their armor. But when the lump hit their heads, I can guarantee that even if it stood up, it was almost incapacitated.

The knights' spears pierced an orc and all switched to melee weapons, but our team didn't stop, and after piercing their ranks, we had to make a third charge.

This time...... We're going to completely destroy their formations.