Move out!!

The rumbling sound of horse hooves seemed to be thunder from the sky!

The rolling horse hooves turned the rolling of several tens of thousands of people into a torrent! The black torrent!!

The headquarters of the Grassland King, four teams of ten thousand people, attacked! From the formation, they launched a charge without hesitation!

Four 10,000 teams!!

A total of four 10,000 teams!!

At the same time, the cavalry of more than a dozen tribes of all sizes were wrapped in the grassland kings and kings. They were sandwiched between the kings and could only rush forward like headless flies!

At least in terms of momentum, at this moment, the grassland people seemed to have suddenly gained the absolute advantage!!

It seems that at this moment, victory is right in front of you!

It seemed as if at this moment, it was like a huge hammer that hit the orcs' team!!

Tens of thousands of iron hooves are running at the same time... This scene is so spectacular!!

The roaring iron stream hit the rock hard!

Even though the orcs' square formation was really made of rocks, it seemed as fragile as paper at this moment!

Wherever the iron stream arrived, one square after another was washed away and swallowed up!!

There were even war monsters, which were charged by countless cavalry and fell to the ground! Then countless scimitars fell!

At this moment, the grassland people showed a scene with practical actions, what does it mean that too many ants can kill the elephant!!

Wherever the iron flow arrives, it is unstoppable!!

The orc army seemed to be "cut off" a large piece of it at the first time!!

Orcs began to be suppressed, and some were even forced to retreat.

Roar, fight, shout...

It has become the main theme in the war!

The grassland people seemed to have blessed a halo called "invincible" at this moment!

but……

"Returning to the end..."

Above the sky, the middle-aged noble man stood on the edge of the airship and sighed.

"Sir... Maybe they can really win. The orcs... have begun to retreat, and the orcs' team has been shaken."

"No, not enough." The middle-aged nobleman smiled faintly: "The grassland people still have not enough troops... If they had more than 100,000 cavalry, no, if there were one or two of them, this charge might really defeat the orcs. But... they did not have more troops. As for the holy level... the holy level among them would not take action.

The grassland man... it's over!

Look carefully and enjoy the final glory carefully...

Look carefully... This is the last light that the cavalry has burst out in this era.

In the future... there will never be such a scene of cavalry charging in a large group of regiments..."

...

The crazy and excited mood made the grassland people feel that the scimitar in their hands are invincible!

They flew past orcs one by one and cut off the heads of orcs one by one!

Although the companions around me are decreasing one by one,... they still stubbornly drilled through one orc team after another!!

However, this crazy and excited mood still has a cool moment after sprinting for a long time.

They gradually felt that there were more and more enemies ahead and around them, becoming more and more dense!

The speed of the war horse under his crotch was getting slower and slower, and the war horse was panting more and more heavy! His arms, which were waving the scimitar, became more and more sore!

And the fewer and fewer companions around you...

No matter how fierce the torrent is, there will always be a time when the water is exhausted!

No matter how sharp the arrow is, there will always be a moment of strength!!

The momentum of charge has to stop after breaking through one embankment after another!!

Once the galloping war horse is trapped in the quagmire... facing orcs surrounded from all directions... the cavalry sits on the war horse and almost becomes a target!

The torrent stops!

The thunderous sound of iron hooves is no longer!

Gradually... wailing became the most common sounds on the battlefield!

No one saw... the grassland king who rushed in the front... his golden chain mail had long disappeared in the crowd...

After the war, it was only after the sweeping of the battlefield... The corpse of this grassland king was pressed under the body of a war beast... His face was covered with ferociousness... but he died with his eyes closed!

When the grassland people exhausted the last bit of galloping power... the defeat was already destined!

One prairie man after another was killed on the battlefield, and the orcs' maces, axes, and swords... began to regain the lives of the prairie man without restraint.

...

Click!!

A middle-aged grassland man crazily cut over the orc in front of him with a scimitar, then pounced down from his horse and pounced on the orc's arms. The scimitar had already pierced into the other party's neck!

The grassland warrior turned around and saw a young grassland man with a face that was not far away, looking at the sky with his eyes...

That is his son! His biological son!!

A wailing like a wounded wild wolf!

The middle-aged grassland warrior rushed forward. He avoided the knife from the side, but finally did not avoid the last hammer!

He squirted blood and threw himself at his son's body!

After trying hard to turn over, he saw a hideous orc face, and then... the mace hit...

His last thought was:

Fortunately, Ainise, they are at home, and they are still on the beautiful grassland...

...

When night falls, the battle is almost over.

At the last moment, the bronze tiger personally led the warriors of the tiger clan to attack, which played a decisive role.

It took the people with a strong momentum and cut directly into the prairie people's team from the front, and then overcome all obstacles along the way, almost cutting through the strong prairie people's team!

In front of the bronze tiger, no one could resist this holy master!

Destroy Gula!!

When the bronze tiger used a mace to smash the last high platform of the grassland human formation... the battle was basically over.

In the wilderness, corpses are everywhere! Grassland people, war horses, orcs, war monsters... wolf riders...

It is densely packed, entangled and torn... Many corpses are still in the posture of dying!!

...

Fourteen thousand grassland cavalry, one battle!

The cavalry running around was no longer the main theme here, and even the orcs had no mind to pay attention to them. There were no orcs and no spirits to organize people to chase these enemies.

A whole afternoon of fierce battle!

Almost all the orc warriors were so tired that they sat on the ground and panted!

Some of my companions were busy bandaging the wounds. Some of them were cruel and looked through the corpses on the ground one by one. When they saw that there were dead humans, they would make up for a knife!

"What's wrong...it's wrong!!"

Tonghu pinched his snow-white beard hard.

The huge head was shaking hard.

"What's wrong!! I feel the smell of danger! I smell the scent of conspiracy!! We won...but why I feel so uneasy!!"

Suddenly, the holy master suddenly jumped up!

It seemed like it was crazy and ran towards the nearest hillside beside it!

The white figure, with a few leaps, came to the top of the high slope!

The bronze tiger squinted his eyes and looked to the south...

Empty?

The bronze tiger seemed to breathe a sigh of relief...

But, just as it was about to turn around...

It heard a sound!
To be continued...