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For a while, the mountain minister who had been ambushed by the wolf cavalry was the one. Until the camp, the vast area in the middle has formed a huge and noisy battlefield.

As the first encounter between the human cavalry and the wolf cavalry ended, the human cavalry was seen turning their horses' heads and running away quickly with their tails between their legs. The wolf cavalry was heartbroken by the sacrifice of their comrades, and they all became furious.

They brandished the knives in their hands, scolded loudly, and desperately urged the silver wolf who was sitting down, chasing the scout elite of the Terrans in front, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

There were several times when the weapons in their hands could almost reach the opponent's war horses. Seeing that it is within reach, as long as he stretches out his hand, he will cut the other party under the horse.

But every now and then, the human in front of him throws some strange things backwards without looking back.

It is like a quadrangular shape, and as soon as it falls to the ground, it will inevitably have a sharp and sharp angle pointing upward. An iron nail that pierces the wolf's claws.

Then there's a rope trap or a tattered fishing net. It's like a tripping horse, as soon as you step on it, you will trip and fall to the ground.

Or, if those guys see that the situation is in crisis, they will directly smash the sword weapon in their hand and smash it casually.

Seeing that these humans have become meat on the lips, but they still don't give up and desperately resist.

And in this seemingly weak resistance, many of their companions also fell to their despicable ways and fell heavily to the ground. The half-orcs breathed fire in their angry eyes, and they couldn't stop screaming.

In a fit of rage, they pushed their mounts even harder, and chased after the Terran knights.

At the same time, the reinforcements sent by the humans in the distance split into two groups, forming a huge pincer attack, like a rolling torrent, surrounding them.

In the sky, the undead ** master Udalk and the human mages kept shooting spells at each other, and the necromancers on the other side who wanted to reinforce Udalk and the human mages who came to stop them were also fighting fiercely.

Radiant spells streaked across the sky, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, looking like countless fireworks blooming in the sky. Dazzling and magnificent.

Although the knights of the humans are already desperately resisting. Use all sorts of strange things to delay the wolf cavalry, but those wolf cavalry are not vegetarians either.

After suffering a few losses, they have now reacted, scattered behind the human cavalry, grabbed the butts of the human cavalry, and saw that they were about to catch up with them and start a bloody killing poke. And because the human reinforcement cavalry used a pincer offensive and wanted to surround all the half-orc wolf riders, although they were dispatched, they also saw the situation here, and they were desperately rushing towards this side.

But during this time, no matter how hard they tried, it was impossible for them to arrive in time.

When Sullivan saw this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a cruel smile.

He involuntarily stretched out his fat tongue and gently licked the corners of his mouth, watching the battle of the fighters in front of him with a look of anticipation. Waiting for the human cavalry to be slashed by the wolf cavalry, the bloodthirsty madness of flesh and blood.

But he didn't know that he had neglected something, something fatal.

Although Vichin and Torek next to him stomped their feet in a hurry, this orc only relied on the experience of losing the battle at the hands of Lorraine before. He looked at the noisy battlefield, and although he instinctively knew that danger was coming, he could not guess where it came from.

Therefore, he can only sit on the sidelines and watch weakly.

At this moment, a warm cheer was heard from the front.

The Silver Wolf Cavalry had caught up with the human scout cavalry. They happily brandished their swords and slashed at the human cavalry.

The human cavalry also showed no weakness and drew their swords to meet each other.

The two sides fought together in ping-pong, swords clashed, and countless sparks were splashed in an instant.

Roars, screams, and the clashing of weapons were all intertwined, and the chaos was abnormal.

Sullivan saw it and was overjoyed at the moment. "Good, good." Whoever catches up, kill him all for me."

He shouted with a fist, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

He has absolute confidence in these silver wolf cavalrymen under his command.

Humans, it's just cowardice that can only survive by relying on heavy armor and strange things in their hands

If you really want to talk about actual combat, the wolf cavalry is the real invincible bravery

A half-orc wolf cavalryman wielding a hammer and battle axe could easily take out five of them "Uh, no, fifty."

Look, now those humans who are naturally weak have not been beaten by their own warriors and only have the power to parry, and they have no ability to fight back. Can only lie on the saddle bridge of the war horse, barely resisting?

More and more orcs in front of them were already screaming and rushing forward, roaring and waving their swords at the human cavalry, attacking frantically.

The human cavalry is like a reef in the middle of a great tide, allowing the waves to crash, and it may be drowned under the surface of the water at any moment.

Unconsciously, Sullivan had clenched his fists tightly, held his breath, and looked at the battle situation in front of him without blinking, just waiting for that moment to come. The moment when the blood of the Terran soldiers sprayed like a spring of water, watering the earth.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

In the middle of the gallop, the orcs who were screaming and fighting suddenly felt a dim light overhead.

They were stunned for a moment, then looked up.

At this moment, dozens of black shadows were seen in the sky speeding down from the sun. This is the result of Lorraine's rigorous training in air combat mode. Only by flying down from the sun can you interfere with the enemy's line of sight as much as possible, so as to reduce the resistance of enemy archers and mages to their air defense.

These magicians swooped down, turning from a black spot into a huge black shadow in an instant, even filling people's eyes.

Because they were too fast, the magic robes on their bodies swayed in the fierce wind, and they all looked extremely hideous. Just like the legendary thunder eagle that chooses people to eat.

Everyone couldn't help but stop, staring at these magicians speeding down from the sky.

A voice asked softly, "What are they trying to do?"

Immediately afterward, the magicians snapped in mid-air and flew over the heads of the orcs.

At the same time, a buckskin pocket around his waist was also opened.

The orcs, with their peculiar sharp eyes, can see at a glance some shiny shiny. Something that glowed red poured out of the pocket and fell silently.

"What are they doing in the gem?" "Are these guys stupid?"

Many people were spinning all kinds of strange thoughts at the same time. But the next moment, crimson flames rose into the air around them.

Before these orcs could turn their minds, they were directly engulfed by the blazing flames, and they didn't even hear the huge explosion sound produced when the explosive crystal landed.

Under the violent explosion, countless human bodies were blown up in the air like broken dolls. Stumps and severed arms flew around. It was only then that the earth-shattering explosion was heard in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom

The sound was like a series of rolling thunder, constantly exploding in people's ears, stimulating their eardrums, making people almost crazy.

Billowing black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun, like huge mushrooms, hanging above those wolf cavalry, rolling and fluttering incessantly.

Sullivan stared at the scene in front of him in amazement, and it took a long time before he reacted. As a half-orc, even though he has learned a lot of things, he admires the blood and cruelty of one-on-one heads-up.

Until this bloody scene has been presented in front of you. Only then did he understand a little that Lord Lorraine, a warmonger with sores on his head, pus on the soles of his feet, and all kinds of evils to the extreme, was under the command of this kind of near-modern war.

Sullivan no longer had the majesty he had just now, and his lips trembled.

"This," "What's going on?"

His eyes widened desperately, trying to see through the smoke and dust to see what was going on in the blast area.

But the billowing black smoke was like a veil in a nightmare that could not be unraveled, and even though he had the sharp vision of an orc, he could not see it clearly.

At this moment, a cold wind blew. Blew the smoke away from a corner.

The sun finally shone through the cracks in the billowing fog.

Sullivan glanced at it, and immediately felt a bucket of ice water poured over his head, cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

At the center of the explosion, the ground was charred black.

The ground seemed to have been bombarded by countless meteorites, and only huge craters remained.

The Silver Wolf Knights, who were originally here with swords and roars, galloping and galloping, and were densely crowded, could no longer stand up.

The hundreds of Silver Wolf Knights, like their mounts, fell to the ground in all directions, their stumps and severed arms scattered wildly.

From time to time, the injured could be heard moaning and screaming on the ground.

A silver wolf lost its owner, and at this time struggled to get up from the ground of the dead corpses in that place.

After being roasted by the fire and smoke, the gorgeous fur was also black and white, and it was unusually ugly.

It stood as straight as it could, then leaned down, whimpering and rummaging through the corpses, searching for the corpses of its master.

Finally it licked lightly on the face of a half-orc, and then it could not hold on anymore, and let out a long wail, and fell to the ground with a bang, and then died."

As a young patriarch, Sullivan has always received an elite education.

Originally, when he saw this scene in human works, he always had a poignant feeling, as if only in this way was the greatest glory and final destination of a warrior.

But now, when he actually saw this scene, all he could do was anger and pain.

These wolf knights are the elite warriors of the clan.

They were supposed to fight thousands of miles, make achievements, and achieve heroic legends, but now they were killed like dogs by those despicable humans in this place

Thinking of this, the young patriarch suddenly felt a surge of blood rushing to the top of his head, and the blood vessels on both sides of his head suddenly jumped.

He let out a terrible roar, and then frantically swung his battle axe at the magicians who were flying triumphantly away in the sky.

At this moment, there was another terrible shout ahead.

Sullivan looked up blankly, only to see a curtain that made his blood spurt.

When the wolf cavalry who were chasing the Terran knights were too close, they escaped the saturation bombardment of the magicians. But because all the follow-up troops were blown to pieces in the bombardment, therefore, in this short period of time, they did not have an advantage over the human knights, and they were outnumbered.

And those Terran cavalry were also unceremoniously, at this time, with the help of the orcs being blown up by the bombardment. Went around again.

They mercilessly waved the swords and heavy spears in their hands, surrounded all the more than ten wolf cavalry, and tried all kinds of methods. Slay the valiant warriors one by one.

One of them even threw a lasso to accurately lassoe the last orc warrior who was screaming on the wolf's back, and dragged him off his mount. The human knight, too, seemed to be enraged by the death of his fellow rangers, and he galloped mercilessly, dragging him out of the distance in front of the orc warriors in front of the unyielding roar of the orc warrior.

But even though the half-orc warrior was dragged to the flesh and blood, he still roared and cursed himself.

At this moment, the rest of the knights seemed to be impatient, and immediately rushed forward. Rode over the orc.

The big iron hooves of the bowl stepped heavily on the body of the half-orc warrior, with a thousand catties of strength, even if the half-orc had rough skin and thick flesh, it could not resist. Immediately, he was stepped on with a broken bone and tendons.

When these human butchers finished doing it, they laughed like a happy thing in the past year.

Then they dismounted their horses one after another, and then, right in front of the wolf cavalry, shouted loudly and provoked from a distance.

When Sullivan saw this, his eyes were about to split.

"I'm going to kill you all, I'm going to kill you all, I'm going to kill you all, I'm going to cut you all into flesh and throw you on the savannah to feed the wild dogs. He cursed incessantly, and was about to urge the silver wolf to sit down in a fit of rage.

At this moment, a large, hairy hand reached out and restrained his mount.

Sullivan didn't expect someone to dare to stop him, his eyes were red at the moment, and the snowy battle axe in his hand pulled a flower, and glared at the man viciously.

Just as he was about to swing his axe at the man, he suddenly stopped.

I heard the man cry out, "Young patriarch, wake up." They were trying to lure the enemy. Let's go. The human reinforcements have already arrived, and if it is a little later, all of us will die here."

Sullivan came to his senses.

He looked up and shivered.

At this moment, the iron horsemen of the human race had already copied up from the two loaves like a torrent of steel.

Billowing smoke covered the sky and the sun, and the sound of iron hooves sounded like thunder.

In order to complete the encirclement in time, they swallowed these wolf cavalry in one bite, and they were all under the strict orders of the commander, desperately riding their horses and galloping.

In order to pursue the fastest degree, they all lie down and reduce the resistance as much as possible.

The war horse was galloping wildly, panting and spewing white foam out of its gulps.

These human knights did not stop under the angry scolding of the officers, and saw that they were about to reach the outflanking position.

At the sound of the loud military trumpets, they straightened their waists, panted for breath, their eyes widened, and they clenched the crossbows, swords, halberds, and heavy spears in their hands, ready to attack.

Sullivan saw that this was there, and knew at the moment that if these cavalrymen arrived. Under their iron pincers, even though the silver wolf cavalry was brave and invincible, but under that bloody battle, there must be no one who could escape and ascend to heaven.

He felt as if his heart had been pinched and shrunk into a ball. Hurriedly pulled his throat and hissed: "Turn around, turn around, let's hurry"

As he spoke, he sat down and took the lead in the wolf, rushing towards the half-orc camp in the distance.

Behind him, the cavalryman with the wolf's tail Dasu also hurriedly followed.

Beside them, under the angry scolding of Vichin and Torek, the herald hurriedly untied the horn on his waist, puffed out his cheeks, and blew desperately.

The dull sound of the horn pierced through the huge noise and resounded throughout the battlefield.

Those wolf cavalrymen who were originally eager to try and want to fight to the death with the Terran cavalry heard the order, and then saw the direction of the movement of the big poison flag, they didn't dare to slack off at the moment, they turned their mounts one after another, moved the wolf warrior, followed closely behind the big poison flag, and galloped away.

They deserve to be the elite warriors among the orcs, and even in this moment of great urgency, they still wield their amazing strength.

The forward troops jumped out of the outflanked cavalry at once, followed by the Chinese brigade also rushed over!

But the more than 1,000 wolf cavalry at the back were not as lucky as them.

The ironclad elite cavalry that rushed over was like a sharp chopping knife, and it rushed into the ranks of the wolf cavalry at once.

The two gangs collided like the fury of the waves. Countless sprays and droplets were splashed all of a sudden.

Every wave, every flying bubble represents the disappearance of a life.

The howl of the silver wolf, the neighing of the warhorse. The collision of weapons, the soldiers gritted their teeth and cursed. It's all intertwined and turns into a huge blood-type Shura field. , please go on to 6... ，