Under the pale golden sunshine, Talinnam and other Bretonnian lords stood in front of the army, boosting the morale of the knights before charging.
He wears Bertol's armor and belt, and Bertol's spear and sword. From the appearance, he looks exactly like the former Lord Bertol. At the same time, his martial arts and riding skills have also reached the level of Bertol's back then.
Level. Some people are born to be legends. Talinnam has never longed for power and status. However, fate played a joke on him, letting him put on the armor of the former lord, inherit the status and power of the former lord, and become a
The Lord of Bretonnia that countless people aspire to be.
Talinnam rode across the front of the formation. Behind him were two hundred chivalrous knights from Gray Tree Castle. They were wearing various armors and had various family emblems tattooed on their shields. Under Talinam's unified command, they marched towards the enemy.
Charged.
On the plain, the one who rushed at the forefront was Duke Cavan. He had at least a thousand kingdom knights under his command. The horses galloped and the ground trembled. Behind Duke Cavan were the lords from all over the southern border of Bretonnia and the knights who followed them.
Like a trickle of water flowing into a river, when two thousand Bretonnian knights gathered together and launched a collective charge, the greenskins who were fighting the peasant army felt a murderous aura.
The earth trembled in front of us. Thousands of kingdom knights galloped past, splashing dust all over the sky. In our ears, we could hear the whistling wind, the sound of horse hooves, roars, and horns.
Talinnam has experienced this scene, this scene countless times. He was unwavering, and the spear in his hand reflected the dazzling light in the golden sunlight.
The war horses ran together, getting faster and faster, reaching their fastest speed when approaching the orc archers.
"Blindfolded!"
At the last moment, Talinnam shouted an order.
The chivalrous knights behind them immediately covered the eyeholes of their war horse helmets, and the entire horse's head was covered tightly with iron armor. Like an iron can, they rushed towards the retreating green-skinned archers.
The armor collided, the war horses neighed, and the blood of the orcs splashed in the wind.
Talinnam held the spear tightly, and the heavy lance pierced the chest of an orc hunter. The powerful impact forced it to the ground and dragged it for several meters before stopping. The spear broke, making a crisp sound like a wooden pole breaking.
Talinnam drew his sword, and an orc rushed up from the side. The war horse neighed and leaped high. With a thrust, he pierced the charging orc with his sword. The knight's sword cut his throat, and blood spurted out.
Next to him, a young chivalrous knight swung his spear and nailed a goblin to the ground. The war horse then kicked over and crushed the goblin archer's head, causing blood and brains to overflow.
"Knights of Bretonnia! Charge!"
Just as Talinnam was preparing to assemble his formation, he suddenly heard the passionate and wild shouts of Duke Cavan from the front. Obviously, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and continue to attack the next wave of greenskins.
At this moment, the first row of orc archers had been completely overwhelmed, and the back row was filled with goblin archers distributed as skirmishers.
With no extra time to rest, Talinnam immediately ordered all the knights around him to follow.
Two hundred Bretonnian knights launched another short-distance charge on the blood-stained battlefield. Screams and shouts of death rang out again.
The young knights raised their heads proudly, and at their feet were green-skinned corpses turned into flesh and blood.
The tide of knights charged once again towards the retreating goblin archers. However, two legs were destined to be unable to outrun four legs. Although the goblin troops were not wearing any armor, they still could not outrun the charging Bretonnian knights.
When the war horses collided head-on, the short goblins were powerless to parry. They only heard bursts of screams and the sound of broken bones. Hundreds of goblin archers were crushed into a piece of meat in an instant.
…
However, soon, the thunderous roar of the black orcs came from the front line not far away. Under the leadership of the orc warlord, some orc warriors escaped from the infantry melee on the front line and rushed towards the humans in the rear.
Knight Troops.
In front of them were the furious orc melee infantry. Their green skin was sweaty and oily, and their eyes were flashing with bloodthirsty scarlet. The hot breath exhaled from their mouths and noses was steaming in the air.
Wahhhhhhhhh…
The roar is getting closer and closer.
However, Duke Cavin Blade showed no fear. He pulled the reins wildly and shouted loudly to order the knight army to turn around and face the charging orc infantry.
The horses were panting heavily, and Tarynham knew that they needed to rest. However, Duke Cavan seemed to have no intention of resting. With a wave of his sword, he galloped over the army of knights and let out a passionate shout——
"For the King! For the Lady of the Lake!"
The knights of the kingdom forgot about their fatigue and shouted collectively again. The war horses stepped forward and rushed towards the violent orcs.
"Follow me!"
"Stay in formation!"
"Never give up!"
Duke Cavan Blade led the way and shouted loudly.
Behind him, the Bretonnian knights rushed faster and faster, raising dust all over the sky.
Talinnam and other lords also led the team to charge forward. But they were at the rear and could not see the enemy clearly. There was only the yellow dust and gravel coming towards them.
The bright knight armor was covered with yellow-black dust and scarlet blood. Facing the orc battle group, the Bretonnian knights rushed forward.
The next moment, the same scene appeared again. It turned out that no mortal body could withstand the charge of the Bretonnian knight army. The violent orcs raised their battle axes and prepared to attack. Before the battle axes and machetes could fall, their bodies were struck by
The roaring war horses rushed to pieces.
Like a sandstorm, the knight army swept through the entire green-skinned position. Hundreds of green-skinned orcs were crushed, and some were even knocked into the air by the powerful impact of the charge of the horses, and their flesh and blood bodies fell from the air.
, and was trampled by the war horses following behind.
Under the huge impact, the orc battle line was torn apart again. Only one-third of the orc infantry survived the knight's charge. However, their morale had collapsed.
Facing the direction of the setting sun, countless greenskins began to break up and flee.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
Duke Cavin Blade shouted excitedly on his horse.
Although those knights were panting and their armor was stained with blood, they were still extremely excited. They saw victory, greenskins, orcs, these enemies of Bretonnia for generations, nothing more than that.
The kingdom knights under the duke began to pursue and slaughter the fleeing orcs. The duke himself also participated in the subsequent massacre.
Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Talinnam felt that something was wrong. He remembered the king's order and the intelligence given by the scouts. There were far more orcs from Oka Mountain...
"etc!"
After thinking about this, Talinnam decided not to pursue. His knights obeyed the lord's order. However, more Bretonnian troops, led by the Duke himself, chased the scattered greenskins.
Talinnam tightened his grip on his mount, and the war horse Silver Sword Lance neighed and ran forward quickly.
He must find the Duke himself and persuade him to stop this crazy order.
After passing through the groups of Bretonnian knights and cutting down several orcs and goblins blocking the road, Talinnam finally found Duke Cavan himself in the chaotic slaughterhouse.
The Duke of Cavan in front of him was covered in blood, which was the blood of orcs and goblins, and his weapons had been completely dyed red by the blood. Just as he was thinking, before Talinnam could shout, he heard the Duke yelling at him.
——
"Baron Tarynham, order your knights to hunt down those orcs! Now! Immediately!"
"We must wait until the king's army arrives!"
Tarynham shouted loudly in response. However, no one listened to his cry, and Duke Cavin Brad showed a look of disdain and disdain.
"Go and wait for the king's order. When my sword cuts off the head of the orc warlord, you can only watch from a distance behind. The goddess of the lake blesses the brave, not the timid coward!"
Calvin Brad laughed loudly. Then he tightened the reins and galloped away without even listening.
Talinnam had no choice but to stay where he was. Groups of knights galloped past him, and in his ears were the miserable cries of countless greenskins.