"Can such a small number of people climb the city wall?" Lant, who was flying in the air, was a little angry. The tall city wall he built was supposed to be a defense system, but now it was just a hillside.
"Sir, our giant crossbow fires too slowly, and the orcs on the opposite side are too agile and cannot hit it." Alf Fate, the senior knight guarding the city, was a little ashamed. As the captain of hundreds of cavalry, he was actually killed by dozens of orcs. Almost broke the city.
"You are not suitable for fighting on the wall. Call all the cavalry and fight out with me!" Lant was ready to teach the small tribe by the river a lesson. No matter what, they can poop or pee on their heads.
With the dispatch of the fire, all the black scale horses carrying the knights and cavalry quickly gathered. The standing knights on the western border reached 100 knights, and more barbarian cavalry formed the cavalry.
Less than half an hour after the orcs left, nearly 200 riders rushed out of the pass gate and rushed westward along the valley to the river. At this time, the remnants of the orcs who had withdrawn from the city wall had just crossed the river. The river was not shallow, and the water was thick. Tens of meters wide.
The valley echoed with the cries of the cavalry. The orc tribe on the other side of the river had already sent out support and was stationed near the river bank.
"Leader? Those barbarians really dare to leave the valley?" the half-lion man of the Broken Mane tribe asked his leader.
"The great sage said they will." The leader nodded.
"As soon as they dare to enter the water, move out immediately!" Broken Mane, Fallen Claw, and Broken Horn, these marginalized tribes in the basin, were the first to arrive at the mountain pass. As losers in local competition, they were eager to water the tribe with the blood of the barbarians. of glory.
"There seems to be a fireball there?" The half-lion pointed towards the eastern sky, attracting the attention of the tribe.
Before they could recognize it, Lant crashed directly into the orcs' team with blazing fire. The air compressed to the limit combined with the flames. The shock wave directly vaporized the nearest mane leader, and the lion men on the periphery were blown away dozens of meters.
Several 3-meter-high wind blades flew out from in front of Lant, cutting everything in their path in half. Dark red mist spurted into the air but was immediately ignited by flames, leaving only carbon-colored powder.
Sonytu in the orc camp in the distance watched everything quietly. He originally thought that the barbarian cavalry were a little angry and rushed out of the camp to make a defensive counterattack. Unexpectedly, three or four tribes combined to face the magister. He couldn't hold on, so he could only run for his life at this moment. After all, the four-tailed fox tribe's great sage was no better than the great knight.
A tornado of flames rose around Lant, but the river behind him was covered with thick ice, which slowly melted away until all the cavalry crossed the river.
200 cavalrymen formed 4 rows. The flame and wind magic patterns on the ordinary level 0 black scale horses were faint and faint, but the magic patterns on the more than 10 junior black scale horses in the team had passed through Lant and Fianna. Strengthened, and under the arrangement of Yinghuo and Guleiya, every black scale horse is stronger than those on the market.
As the fire roared, the flame magic pattern seemed to be burning in the entire group of horses. The many level 0 horses were the flame core of the flame, the junior black scale horses in the front row were the inner flames, and the fire in the air was the outer flame with the highest temperature.
The advancement of the entire knights was like a raging fire pressing forward. The surviving orcs either fled in all directions or were reduced to firewood.
Soon Lant's team cleared all three orc camps. The knights entered the camp and searched all the belongings, while Lant continued to fly, turning into a fireball of fear and killing in the eyes of the orcs.
In the air, Lant used his reconnaissance skills to discover Sonito with his tail exposed. He stared at the target and was about to dive. However, the moment the fox turned back, Faniel, the three-tailed one in his territory, suddenly appeared in his mind. The fox girl, who is now her most loyal believer, is in the furnace hall of the imperial capital, being hugged by her good friend Sophia.
"Fanir, let's go to bed quickly. We have a set of magic patterns to test today. Firefly said that the beech tree has recovered a lot and new branches have begun to appear." Sofia noticed that the fox girl's eyes suddenly became dull and she was a little concerned. He asked: "Fanil? Are you okay?" The sight of Sonitu running away in front of Lant also appeared in Fanil's mind. That was the grandfather who had been with her for decades, the fox girl. Tears suddenly fell down his cheeks.
"Forget it," she shook her head and rode back on Fire. She even glanced at the old fox before leaving, as if to reassure her granddaughter.
"Sir? You are back. These orc tribes are quite rich. They found hundreds of gold coins and dozens of kilograms of monster meat." Alf Fatt, who was in charge of the search, greeted Lant warmly when he saw him coming back.
Cash, Warcraft meat, a small amount of Magic Pattern Boards, Magic Crystals, Warcraft skins, enough food to feed 100 people for two weeks, fairly abundant wood and tents, this is the main harvest this time.
These tribes all came here to try their luck and seek to make a comeback. Their pockets were cleaner than their faces, so naturally they had nothing.
"Take everything and retreat. The knights will go back and summarize their tactics and experience. I will listen to it tomorrow. From tomorrow on, you will practice charging on the wall for me!"
"Yes!" Alf Fatt shouted and watched the lord leave. Rant was a little tired. After several days of mental work and caution, he was completely released by a hearty battle in one night. After 300 years, the human empire finally entered the orc territory and won.
However, the victory in front of him was basically created by Lant, who was a magician and rode a black scale horse at the peak of the intermediate level. The main function of his knights was to collect statistics and transport loot.
The current victory is not what Lant is most looking forward to. There are still too many things that require constant training and training by the knights, infantry and even the black scale horses.
Sonito, who gave up running on his legs and transformed into a four-tailed fox, finally found an orc caravan to take him in. Just now, he clearly felt that he was suddenly locked by a higher-dimensional existence. As long as that person moved his finger, he would be taken in. It will turn into blood mist like the Broken Mane Lion Man.
But that person stopped and deliberately let himself go. The old fox was not sure why he survived. As a great sage of the fox clan like a great knight, ordinary magisters could not completely suppress his own power. But if the opponent was really above the legend, why would he do it to him? Show mercy.
"Great Sage Sonitu? Couldn't that ball of fire just now be aimed at you?" The captain of the caravan, the camel man of the commercial capital Shaas Dulaziz, saw the old fox fleeing throughout the whole process. , naturally also noticed the fireball in the sky that was comparable to a god.
"I'm afraid that all Wang Ting's plans for Galloping Horse Plains will no longer be successful." The old fox fell to the ground, looking at the sky with empty eyes, recalling that momentary glimpse, and feeling constant gratitude in his heart.
