"So many people can climb the walls?" Rand was a little angry as he flew in the air, the tall wall he had built was supposed to be a defensive system, but now it was only a hillside.

"My lord, our giant crossbow is too slow to fire, and the orcs on the other side are too agile to miss." Alf Fate, the high-ranking knight who defended the city, was a little ashamed, as the captain of hundreds of cavalry, he was almost broken by dozens of orcs.

"You are not suitable to fight on the wall, call all the cavalry, and kill me out!" Rand is ready to teach the little tribe by the river a lesson, don't do anything to and pee on their heads.

With the dispatch of the fire, all the black-scaled horses carried the knights and cavalry teams to assemble quickly, reaching 100 knights in the standing knights on the western border, and more barbarian cavalry formed the cavalry team.

Less than half an hour after the orcs left, nearly 200 horsemen rushed out of the pass gate, and rushed directly along the valley to the west to the river, at this time the remnants of the orcs who had been withdrawn from the city wall had just crossed the river, the river was not shallow, and the water surface was dozens of meters wide.

The cries of cavalry echoed in the valley, and the orc tribes on the other side of the river had already sent reinforcements to guard near the riverbank.

"Chief? Do those barbarians really dare to go out of the valley? The half-lion of the Mane tribe asked his leader.

"The Great Sage said that they would," the leader nodded,

"As soon as they dare to go into the water, they will go immediately!" The stumps, claws, and broken horns, the outcasts of these basin tribes, were the first to reach the passes, and as the losers of the local competition, they longed to water the glory of the tribe with the blood of the barbarians.

"Looks like there's a fireball there?" The half-lion pointed to the eastern sky, drawing the attention of his people.

Before they could recognize it, Rand crashed directly into the orc's team with the flames, compressing the air to the limit and combining with the flames, and the shock wave directly vaporized the nearest mane leader, and the lionmen on the periphery were shocked dozens of meters away.

Several 3-meter-high wind blades flew out from in front of Rand, cutting everything in their path in half, and the dark red mist gushed in the air but was immediately ignited by the flames, leaving only carbon-colored powder.

Sonid in the orc camp in the distance watched everything quietly, he thought that the barbarian cavalry was a little angry, and rushed out of the camp directly to make a defensive counterattack, but he didn't expect that the three or four tribes combined, and he couldn't hold out in the face of the magister, and he could only flee for his life at this moment, after all, the great sage of the fox clan of the four tails was not as good as the big knight.

A tornado of flames rose around Rand, but the river behind him was covered with a thick layer of ice, which did not slowly melt until all the cavalry crossed the river.

200 cavalry formed 4 rows, and the flame and wind magic patterns on the ordinary level 0 black-scaled horses were faint, but the magic patterns of more than 10 junior black-scaled horses in the team were strengthened by Rand and Fiana, and under the arrangement of Firefly and Ghuria, each black-scaled horse was stronger than the ones on the market.

With the roar of the flames, the flame pattern seemed to burn in the entire herd, many level 0 horses were the flame heart of the flames, the primary black-scaled horses in the front row were the inner flames, and the flames in the air were the outer flames with the highest temperature.

The advance of the entire Order was like a fire pressing forward, and the surviving orcs either scattered or were reduced to firewood.

Soon, Rand's team had cleared all three orc camps. The knights entered the camp and searched for all their belongings, while Rand continued to fly, turning into a fireball of fear and murder in the eyes of the orcs.

In the air, Rand used reconnaissance techniques to find the tail of Sonito, he stared at the target and was about to dive, but at the moment when the fox turned back, Faneuil suddenly appeared in his mind, the three-tailed fox girl in his territory, and now the most loyal believer to him, was in the furnace hall of the imperial capital, being hugged by his good friend Sophia.

"Faneuil, let's go to sleep quickly, there is still a set of magic patterns to test today, Firefly said that the beech tree has recovered a lot, and new branches are beginning to appear," Sophia noticed that the fox girl suddenly looked dull, and asked with some concern: "Faneuil?" Are you okay? The image of Sonitu running away in front of Rant's eyes also appeared in Faneuil's mind, it was her grandfather who had been with her for decades, and tears suddenly fell from the fox girl's cheeks.

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head, rode back on the fire, and as he left, he even glanced at the old fox, as if to reassure her granddaughter.

"My lord? You're back, these orc tribes are quite rich, and they found hundreds of gold coins, as well as dozens of catties of demonic beast meat" Alf Fat, who was in charge of searching, greeted him warmly when he saw Rand coming back.

Cash, monster meat, a small amount of magic plates, magic crystals, monster skins, and enough food for 100 people to eat for two weeks, and a fairly rich wood and tent, this is the main harvest this time.

These tribes all came to try their luck and seek to turn over, and their pockets were cleaner than their faces, so naturally there was nothing.

"Take everything and retreat, the knights go back and sum up the tactics and experience, I will listen to it tomorrow, and from tomorrow you will give me a rehearsal of riding the wall charge!"

"Yes!" Alf Fateh shouted, and watched the lord leave. Rand was a little tired, and after several days of mental work and caution, he was completely unleashed by a hearty battle in one night, and the human empire finally entered the orc territory after 300 years, and the victory was won.

However, the victory in front of him was basically created by Rand as a magister, riding a black-scaled horse at the peak of the middle level, and the main role of his knights was to count and transport the spoils.

The current victory is not the kind that Rand is looking forward to the most, and there are still too many things to keep training and grinding for the knights, infantry, and even the black-scaled horses.

Giving up running on his legs and transforming into a four-tailed fox, Sonito finally found an orc caravan to take him in, and just now he clearly felt that he was suddenly locked by a higher-dimensional existence, and as long as he moved his fingers, he would turn into a blood mist like a mane lionman.

But the one relented and deliberately let himself go. The old fox didn't dare to be sure of the reason why he survived, as a great sage of the fox clan like a great knight, the average magister didn't completely suppress his power at all, but if the opposite side was really above the legend, why should he be merciful to his subordinates.

"Sonito Grand Sage? That fireball wasn't coming at you, was it? The captain of the caravan, Shah Durziz, a camel man in the commercial capital, saw the old fox's defeat all the way, and naturally noticed the fireball in the sky that was comparable to a god.

"I'm afraid, all the plans of the royal court for the Galloping Horse Plain are no longer possible" The old fox sat on the ground, looking at the sky with empty eyes, recalling the moment of shock, and his heart continued to be grateful.