In the forest south of Inumori City, the hunting regiment has been assembled, waiting for the signal ahead in the shade of the trees, and now this cavalry team has a total of 500 people, in addition to the Netherlands brought the first, and nearly 400 barbarians who have been gathered in Iowa in the past month.

Most of the horses they rode were war horses collected from White Tree City and supported by the Imperial Capital School, most of these war horses were not born in the Galloping Horse Plains, and they did not have the bloodline of black-scaled horses. But at this moment, the coercion from Agni Fire and other mid-level black-scaled horses in the team still kept the entire herd in a uniform formation.

At the end of the hunting group, Adams Apopby, who came from the Imperial Capital family, looked at Saffron Helen who came with him, as well as several other high-ranking members of the Imperial Capital School who came with him.

They are all the children of the big family sent by the Imperial Capital School, and there is no shortage of potions in the family to send them to the high level, but there is no suitable territory, and there is no way to arrange for them to be a first-class baron or above in the palace, so they can only take advantage of this night Qicheng to start a war with the orcs, send them over to grab military merits, and even plot the territory on the Galloping Horse Plain.

The young high-ranking people had stopped for several hours since they gathered and mounted their horses, and the boring waiting made them resentful, but they didn't dare to say it in public, because in front of them, there was also the elven high-ranking of the royal family, the head of the Wyvern Knights, Andrew Golden Moon Augustus.

Anyone could tell from the Golden Knight's face that they were dissatisfied, so they could only look at Adams and ask him what to do.

Feeling the expectation of his companions, Adams reluctantly approached Andrew and asked in a low voice, "Captain Andrew, aren't we going to attack yet?" ”

"No, wait for the commander's orders!" Andrew said firmly, without any politeness in his tone.

Adams asked, somewhat surprised, "Aren't you the commander?" ”

"No, Agni is the current commander of the Chasseur, and Marquis Rand has given her full authority here."

"Agni...... Who is it? From the title, Adams had the feeling that the current commander had no title, no title, and even a vague profession and rank, yet this commander had the absolute trust of Rand Prancing.

While Adams was still guessing, a female voice came from the air around him.

"Master Lawr, don't worry, the battlefield ahead is dark now, we need to give Imola and them a little time."

"Are you...... Commander of the Flames? ”

Adams looked around, but didn't see anyone talking, and his guess about the fire was even more confused.

"It's me, I'm with Andrew," Adams heard an incredible phrase as he looked at the Golden Knight, "I'm Andrew's mount now, and I'm in charge of all the people and horses here." ”

"You are ......"

Not only Adams, but even the high-ranking people of the imperial capital behind him also opened their eyes wide, and no one dared to believe or deny it.

The total strength around Adams was a total of 550 knights and cavalry, in addition to 6 high-rank, there were 20 knights above the junior level, 50 knight apprentices, 5 intermediate black-scaled horses, 20 junior black-scaled horses, and 30 other junior warhorses.

However, this team, which can be compared to any Marquis Knights, is actually a horse commander, which makes it a little difficult for the young people of the imperial capital to accept.

"Roar~" The fire let out a low roar, and the magic patterns all over his body flowed, and the original black was shrouded in fire in an instant.

"Ah, high-level Demonic Beasts?" The high-ranking people expressed shock.

Agni gasped twice through her nose, and at this moment her heart was extremely glad that she had come to the battlefield in person.

Those high-ranking members of the Human Empire behind him, whether they were children of the royal family or young people from the imperial capital, all came to fight orcs to brush up on their merits.

In their eyes, whether it is Rant's subordinates or their own race, it is the loss number on their invitation letter, if they don't sit in charge themselves, these guys will definitely put their and Rant's strength together with the orcs, and then pat their butts and return to the imperial capital to enjoy their aristocratic grandfather life.

……

Outside a pond 5 kilometers north of the forest border, Imola Longhorn and Vianis Oak led 20 elvens and 20 orcs each to the Greytail Tribe's camp, and the 40 heavily armed soldiers were the strongest fighting force they had brought out over the years.

In front of the elves and cattle people, the gray tail does not fall inside, the only beast god and the main orcs are on standby on the Iowa front, and there are only 60 werewolves with combat effectiveness in the camp at this moment, and there are 3 or 4 affiliated herbivore and human tribes around.

Vianis looked at the half-bull on the side, and didn't know whether to rush straight forward or not.

This assault was a tentative attack jointly planned by Jenny Galloping Horse and Agni, to see if Inumori City had enough troops to rescue his cronies, and also to see if there was still cooperation between the army of the Scorched Wolf Clan and the Orc Royal Court.

"Imola, do you think we can take the Greytail? Will the big dogs in Inumori City and the rats from the north come over? ”

As she moved forward, Vianis asked the half-bull Imola weakly.

"Who knows, it's best not to come, let's take down Gray Tail and White Mane directly, if Inumori City organizes a rescue, we will fight Inumori's reinforcements first, if the rats come, we will jump into the river together, and we can always escape!"

Imola didn't know the relationship between the orcs in the basin, but after a year of repeated defeats, she knew that she needed to make plans for the next step and prepare to withdraw and save her strength.

When the team of the two approached the Graytail tribe 500 meters, they could see the smoke and dust burning in the camp for help, which was the orcs who stayed behind, knowing that there was no chance of victory, and asked for help from Inusin City a few kilometers away.

After approaching 100 meters, the elven archers swooped two arrows and shot down the orcs on the watchtower in the camp, and the whole team accelerated forward, and Imola even faster, running straight to the camp gate.

"Click~"

With the sound of wooden planks shattering, Imola slammed open the gates of the Graytail Tribe, and the orc and elven soldiers rushed into the camp with her.

There was no expected resistance, and except for the corpses of a few lookout soldiers, the rest of the orcs in the camp could not be seen at all, only panicked Terrans, half-orcs and half-elven slaves in the tent.

"Huh? What's going on? ”

Imola was overwhelmed by the victory, and it was hard for her to believe that the orc tribal leaders would abandon their possessions and slaves and run away.

"They ran away!"

Vianis jumped down from a watchtower and said with a smile: "Let our people hurry up, not only the Greytail tribe has escaped, but even the white-maned orcs have abandoned the camp, we can rush over now and save all the slaves!" ”