Seeing this duel of strength and weight that ended in an instant, the prisoners lying on the sand dunes simply forgot to breathe.

"Oh My God……"

Quick Rope exhaled a shaky breath and looked at the heavy cavalry that were charging forward and wanted to join the pursuit: "Is this the heavy cavalry? It's too exaggerated. Those are orcs! Big orcs eight or nine feet tall!"

"You just said, an eight-hundred-pound mount?"

Louisa retracted her head and said silently to Old Hammer: "I guess, for heavy cavalry, the weight of the armor has to be added."

"That's why we have to find a place to cover ourselves," Dean said with an ugly face as he watched the heavy cavalry trample through the merchant's camp: "The Northlanders' heavy cavalry is more terrifying than this - I saw it when I was young, when they charged in groups.

At that time, in front of that kind of front, everything seemed like paper."

Thales pursed his lips and said nothing.

For the first time, he understood the intention of the Fallen Stars to cruelly tie him and Thelma to horses and let them "get used to the battlefield".

The captives sighed in unison and turned to the only remaining battlefield: the Stonebreaker Tribe who was suddenly flanked by the Stardust Guards during their escape.

Compared to the rolling heavy cavalry assault of the Croma family that didn't even make a splash, there was only the end game left.

There is no doubt that the warriors of the Split Stone Tribe are brave and fearless: every time the human cavalry breaks through a layer of defense, the next batch of warriors emerges from among them under orders and spontaneity, and they decisively stay in place to form a new defense line, fighting in vain.

and destined death, delaying the unremitting pursuit of the Stardust Guards and buying time for the orcs who continued to flee.

On the opposite side, every cavalry member of the Stardust Guard was like a prison river ferryman on horseback. They rushed left and right, their blades and spears flying one after another. Wherever they went, they were filled with the cries and roars of the orcs, blood and

pain.

It was not that they had no losses, there were also one or two unlucky cavalry who were shot down in the battle. The lucky ones returned to their own or their comrades' horses, but the unlucky ones... But compared with the casualties and passive disadvantages suffered by the orcs,

It's simply not worth mentioning.

Facing the swift, agile, and high-speed cavalry, the desert orcs were proud of their strength and explosiveness, and even their endurance and fury when seriously injured. They all lost their use. The once arrogant tribal warriors seemed helpless at this moment.

Heavy, pale, and helpless.

Knights on horseback often ride forward, suddenly change directions, insert themselves into the sides or rear of the orcs, and use their speed and momentum to stab or slash with a sudden blow. Then, regardless of the outcome of the battle, they lift the reins and bridles, and move forward.

Go away, narrowly avoiding the enemy's powerful counterattack or the vicious counterattack with serious injuries, and escape far away before the tall orcs swarm forward.

If faced with a group of orcs, the human cavalry would cooperate with each other in twos or threes. One would sprint to lure the enemy, while the other would sneak up on the enemy. They might even raise their crossbows or throw their spears, and immediately fire a volley, and then they would both walk away and run away.

After getting out of the dangerous distance, turn around and attack again.

As for those difficult opponents who had seen them charging early and were therefore prepared, the cavalry would rather avoid their sharp edges and look for opportunities instead of taking the risk of attacking. They even only charged in the middle, whistled and then turned and ran away, leaving the enemy in the dark.

The orcs who were preparing to attack let out angry but helpless howls, and then received the next fatal or non-fatal attack from behind or from the flanks.

However, many orcs were attacked, injured, and wounded under such cunning and hateful, almost rogue tactics, but they could only howl in grief and anger from the fatal wounds that could not stop bleeding, and watched their swift opponents escape far away.

.

They waved their weapons in vain in the madness of their wounds,

Venting his terrible endurance and explosive power, he finally met a tragic fate: death from exhaustion.

There are fewer and fewer orc warriors still running away.

Kandar's roar became increasingly hoarse.

Just like the fate of its subordinates.

Thales sighed deeply.

So, is this how the stories in bards and history books—the Battle of Chasing the Saints three thousand years ago, the legendary battle in which two thousand human cavalry defeated an infantry formation of twenty thousand orcs—were created?

At this time, a discordant voice emerged from the chaotic and tragic battlefield.

"Fuck his mother!"

The speaker was a knight who looked like a commander of the Stardust Guards. He saw the unstoppable attack of the Chroma family in the distance.

The knight left the group. He rode his horse and raised his hooves while speaking in a rough voice:

"That young master is really...hurry up, girls! This is all our credit, we can't let it be robbed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sound passed over his head!

A long arrow landed not far from him.

Only then did the knight react, and turned in shock to the direction from which the long arrow had come: among the fleeing orcs, an orc with white lips pulled out another arrow and coldly attached it to the huge black bow.

The sharp-eyed Thales recognized it: it was one of Kandar's three holy guards, the orc Yaku who killed the mercenary Pangga with one arrow.

"Fuck your mother!"

The human who had just spoken whipped his horse and galloped towards Yakku, yelling: "It's you again, a bastard who wears lipstick and is both male and female..."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to shoot at moving targets if your vision is not good at night..."

The one who responded to this sentence was another arrow from Yaku!

"Whoosh!"

The speaker was startled.

The long arrow was so powerful and heavy that it passed by the speaker's ear, but it went straight into the mount of another knight.

As the horse neighed in pain, the poor knight fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded by several orcs.

The human who spoke saw his subordinates sacrificed, and in anger, he slapped his thigh: "I'm so stupid!"

"Snake Hand! Phantom Blade!"

He yelled, pointing at Yaku: "Get rid of the lipstick guy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a knight from the side of the stars came over. He raised a long bow on his horse, attached a long arrow with a rope tied to the tail, and shot at Yakku!

The long arrow flew halfway, but before it reached Ya'ku, it fell down weakly and sank into another orc's shoulder.

The orc cried out in pain and held the long arrow.

The archery knight whistled, grabbed the long rope, and galloped towards the other side, as if he wanted to drag the orc down!

The orc shouted angrily, also grabbed the long rope and pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the knight off the horse.

The long rope was pulled apart, getting straighter and tighter.

Thales was slightly startled. He had seen the orcs' huge strength that could overturn heavy cavalry. He couldn't help but want to give a warning: Don't fight with it!

However, just when the long rope was about to tighten and the knight saw that he was about to be dragged off his horse, the latter cunningly let go of his hand.

The orc who was holding the other end of the long rope and preparing to exert force suddenly loosened his grip, lost his balance, and stumbled backward!

"Haha, idiot!" the archery knight laughed.

Another knight roared past the fallen orc, and the sword flashed strangely. Before Thales could see clearly, he saw the orc on the ground whimpering, and blood spurting out from his neck.

"What a joke, Snake Hands!"

The knight with the strange sword light said an angry female voice: "The boss said - work hard!"

As she spoke, she stopped her horse, and three orcs surrounded her!

"Phantom Blade! Be careful!" The knight who started to curse hurriedly warned.

But Thales, who was watching the battle, was shocked: the rope that was shot suddenly bounced up from the ground as if it were alive!

It was like a giant python that instantly wrapped around the orc closest to the female knight and wrapped tightly around its neck.

The orcs dropped their weapons and pulled painfully at the rope around their necks, but the rope spontaneously tightened and shrank to a position out of their reach.

But the rope has not yet finished its journey - the extra part bounces up strangely like a snake again, wrapping around the necks of the other two orcs!

"Don't worry, boss!"

The archery knight named Snake Hand pulled one end of the long rope and smiled and showed his thumb to the knight who spoke: "Everything is under control!"

The next moment, the sword flashed.

Thales didn't even see how the blade was struck, and saw blood splattering everywhere!

Three poor orcs escaped strangulation - their necks were slit one after another.

"That's enough, Snake Hand!" The female knight named Phantom Blade shook off the blood on her knife. She sat on the horse and said dissatisfiedly to Snake Hand, who was pulling the long rope blankly, holding up the knife: "We are going.

Fuck the one wearing lipstick!”

"I'm not here to show off, you idiot!"

The Basilisk shouted: "You don't understand, this is my way of fighting..."

Thales looked at the two knights, a man and a woman, in surprise, his eyes going back and forth on their ropes and strange blades like living snakes.

That is... what kind of power?

The prisoners seemed to be no less surprised than Thales. They looked at each other, except Old Hammer, whose expression became more and more strange.

"Shut up!"

The knight who was the first to curse seemed very angry: "That young master is coming to take credit. Work hard and make fun of his mother—fuck!"

He accidentally broke away from the charging group, and was unexpectedly knocked to the ground by a desperate and furious orc, including his horse and man!

"Boss!" Snake Hand and Phantom Blade exclaimed simultaneously.

Thales recognized it.

The orc wore blue war paint and held a mace.

He is one of the Three Holy Guards.

Orc Duraman.

It's Thales' "Flaka".

The blue-faced orc roared angrily, raised the mace in his hand, and pointed it at the "boss" who was pinned under the horse.

Thales sighed.
To be continued...