At this moment, even the refugees from Silvermoon City knew that it was time to fight against the water!

At such a maneuvering speed as the orc wolf cavalry, once the defense line collapses, then what awaits them will be endless slaughter!

They didn't even need to be reminded by Holtz that they could even see the bloodshot eyes and bared fangs of the frostwolf as the exaggerated frostwolf leaped in front of them.

That terrible psychological pressure will make everyone instinctively raise their weapons!

That will be their only reliance.

At this time, this temporary piled up and reinforced by spells played a decisive strategic role.

Without this absolute difference in elevation, these wolf riders could easily cross the lines of the gnolls and dwarves, rush into the lines, and use their huge kinetic energy to harvest the relatively vulnerable militia groups.

But at this slope, if these wolf riders didn't take the risk and choose to rush to the dirt slope and then jump, they would have to crash into the tower shield covered with sharp spears between the gnolls and the gray dwarves!

The continuous muffled sound of puff puff resounded almost throughout the entire 800-meter pass defense line.

In the blood splatter, it was not only the muffled sound of the spear piercing into the body of the frost wolf and orc, but also the violent collision between the jackal and the gray dwarf and the tower shield!

The Frost Wolves in the Northland are even bigger than some ordinary grizzly bears, often weighing about 023 tons, and the impact caused by the full sprint is probably not much worse than the head-on collision of the Blue Star's car at fifty yards per hour.

Minas Tyriz's makeshift line was twisted and twisted by the terrifying onslaught during the first wave, displacing it at least half a foot backwards on average.

The tower shields that had been knocked into the soil a few centimeters were deformed, and even viscous blood gushed out from the cracks in the armor of many gnolls and gray dwarves, and they obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries.

There were even dwarves and gnolls who were bitten on the head by the mad frost wolf before they died, and they were thrown out with their shields.

In fact, the most effective tactic in the face of this kind of heavy cavalry charge in the plains is to quickly give way to the recessed defense line one by one, and respond with a spear formation, so as to greatly alleviate this momentum.

But it has to be a well-trained and unmistakable division, among which the High Elves play the most slippery, and can even fly a dragon's kite.

If only the gnolls and grey dwarves might be able to do it reluctantly.

But first, their numbers are too small, and second, these militias are too far away to be able to enforce the ban.

And at this moment, the second wave of cavalry behind him had already arrived.

This is also a common tactic used by wolf cavalry, even if the first platoon is blocked, the latter can often use the front to flatten the battered defense line as a pedal to rush into the defensive line.

But at this moment, Hotz's somewhat hoarse cry sounded again on the battlefield:

"Raise your shield!

"Attacking !!"

In the middle of the pass defense line, which was almost buried by wolf corpses, a roaring chainsaw sword suddenly stabbed out, chopping off the orc's head with a sword, and then the heavy pile of corpses exploded violently.

The roaring blade slashed upward, slicing a wolf cavalry and a wolf-orc who tried to cross the line into two pieces, shattered corpses, viscous plasma, and colorful organs that scattered his head and the militia behind him.

With Holtz as the center, all the front-row soldiers struggled to push away the heavy corpses on the shield, and the chainsaw swords in their hands swung at the incoming enemies in unison, like efficient meat grinders.

But even so, there were still wolf riders on the flanks who took advantage of their movements to step on the shield and leap into the back of the line.

And Herbert's defense line was extremely unfortunate to encounter this situation.

Although the wooden spears stabbed into the Frostwolf's abdomen in the first place, the huge momentum and huge weight still caused the spears to break one after another, and the Frostwolf still bit the neck of an unlucky Silver Moon militiaman before he died.

The orc knight rolled on the ground and stood up, swung his stone axe, and was in danger of seeing people.

This kind of elite is probably even able to fight a fully armed gnolls or gray dwarves alone, how can these Silvermoon immigrants who have no combat training at all be opponents.

A silver moon man could only instinctively curl up in the face of the approaching giant axe, and while raising the light shield of iron-clad wood in his hand, he could not help but retreat helplessly.

There was a loud bang.

The shield was smashed on the spot, and the Silver Moon Man also howled and smashed into the crowd behind him, his right arm twisted unnaturally, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Weak humans!

The orc glanced at his breathless frostwolf mount, roared bloodshot at the sky, and rushed into the crowd.

In the face of the furious orcs, ordinary militia are not enemies at all.

Seeing several Silvermoon people being hacked to death one after another, Herbert only felt that his head had become blank, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It was as if he had returned to the nightmare that had made him desperate and frightened again

It's so powerful!

The same humanoid creatures, the natural strength suppression of orcs is simply impossible to ignore, if there is no advantage of mounts, in plain combat, the battle loss ratio of heavily armed human warriors and orcs will often reach three to one or even five to one!

Without the help of his colleagues, relying only on these civilians who have no frontal combat ability, he would not have been able to solve this big problem!

Instinctively, he wanted to shrink back, but reason told him:

Don't be foolish!

At this time, it is hard to find death!

But he also has no way back!

If the situation on this side deteriorates to the point where the front line needs to be supported, once the defense line collapses, what will Sara and Anthony do at that time?

Thinking that his wife and children might die tragically at the hands of these orcs, and even become food for them to spend the winter.

Herbert's eyes were equally bloodshot, and as he watched more and more Frostwolf Knights break through the defenses, an unprecedented wave of emotion welled up over his head, allowing him to temporarily overshadow the fear in his heart.

Just as another compatriot was about to be cut in half by the orc with a battle axe, he slammed the spine of his sword against his fine iron round shield with a piercing muffled sound, and roared at the mad orc:

"Come on, orc bastard, your enemy is me!"

This is his preferential treatment as the captain of the ten, and it is also specially allocated by the Gnoll for him as a former Silvermoon veteran.

At this moment, this is also his only reliance.

Where is the hope of a possible turnaround.

The taunt also drew an angry glare from the orcs, whose already sanity had been almost wiped out by anger and murderous intent.

"Human, you're killing yourself!"

With a roar of rage, the orc strode forward with a battle axe, and as he approached, he leaped into the air and slashed at him with a slash.

Engrossed in Herbert's sideways dodging the fatal blow!

If that homeopathic slash is a head-on resistance, not to mention the fine iron round shield in his hand, even the tower shield in the hands of those dwarves is afraid that it will be cut out of a gap!

But the reaction speed of the orcs is not as weak as rumored, at least stronger than that of ordinary human soldiers!

With one blow, he quickly turned around, cut off several stabbing spears with an axe, and slashed towards Herbert one after another with red eyes!

Can't hide!

Herbert could only raise the round shield above his head with all his might!

Bang!

The sparks flew up, and with just one blow, the round shield was already dented.

Herbert only felt that his arm bones were broken!

But he can only resist in this position!

Bang, bang, bang!

Orc warriors are like blacksmiths striking iron, venting their anger and murderous intent on humans who only know how to hide behind shields.

And Herbert behind the shield was hunched at the waist, and could only bear it silently like a forged original iron plate.

With each heavy blow, Herbert felt as if he had been shot by a brown bear, and he was dizzy from being smashed.

He knew that his left hand was useless

His shield was about to be smashed.

But he had to hold on!

Wait!

Wait for a chance

Herbert didn't know how many times he had been smashed, just when he thought he was going to be stoned alive by the orcs like this.

Click!

The orc's stone axe finally couldn't withstand his savage ravage, and let out a crisp sound.

"Huh?"

The orc instinctively glanced at his broken stone axe.

Now is the time!

A trace of clarity finally appeared in Herbert's mind, and he was like those shield warriors on the front line, gathering the strength of his whole body and raising his shield violently!

"Ah!!h

Then while the orc was distracted, the long sword in his hand stabbed into the orc Chiguo's chest.

Blood splattered.

Herbert, who had exhausted all his strength and was pale, lay on the chest of the orc, looked at the motionless orc, and suddenly laughed with trembling lips:

"I did it, I did it, but I didn't do it."

But he was only halfway through his muttering when he was choked by the neck by the dying orc, and the powerlessness of suffocation quickly took over all his thoughts.

"Die, human," the orc said bitterly, foaming at blood.

Herbert could only stir the hilt of the sword in his hand with all his strength and bleed the orc, hoping that he would be able to kill the other party first.

But as time went on, Herbert only felt that his vision was getting more and more blurry.

I'm going to die

I did

I'm really unwilling

Sarah Anthony: I'm sorry

But just as he was dying, he saw a shining meteor fall from the sky and cut through the night sky.

seem

Not a meteor

Rather a glowing head?

"Zeellandia !!"

Poof!

But it was the leader of the War Tactics Regiment who was full of magical aura, Fisher, who came.

The red-robed mage, who had finally used up all his spells on the battlefield, actually pulled out a roaring chainsaw sword from behind, a long sword in one hand and a magic staff in the other, rushed into the inner circle of the defense line disrupted by the wolf cavalry like a meteor, and cut off the orc's head with a sword.

Blood splattered his head all over his face, but he kicked down the headless orc, and smiled at Herbert, who had picked up a life, and said:

"Well done, Warrior!

"Herbert!"

"I've written it down!"

After expressing his respect and praise, Fischer said to his colleagues in the sky who were also depleting offensive spell slots:

"It's time to test if we're a qualified mage!

"Draw your sword!!

"My colleagues!"

So all the militiamen couldn't help but see a scene that shocked them and made them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

I saw that those mages who are usually unattainable can't help but put on their steel bodies, petrified skins, giant power techniques, cat elegance, etc., which are usually used to save their lives.

Then they pulled out the chainsaw sword that began to roar behind them, and a flash of light lit up on the staff, and it fell into the battlefield in the defense line like a meteor in the night sky!

And the orc warriors who managed to break into the defensive line

Hand-to-hand combat!

It's still a good fight!

This scene also made Herbert, who had just recovered some vitality, look stupid!

Looking at the mages who were stronger than him, the Silver Moon veteran

Herbert fell into a speechlessness

Is this still the mage he knows?

But at this moment, in the sky outside the defense line, I suddenly remembered the deafening sound of war drums!

Knock knock knock!

Knock knock knock!

"Wow!"

"Hah!"

“rr！！！”

"!!"

"Blood and Thunder !!"

"Ha !!"

"Ravage their !!"

"!!"

The remnants of the wolf riders who failed to make the mark retreated to make room.

The main legion of the Shadowmoon Clan's orc foot warfare

finally

Arrive on the battlefield!