Cavin Blade looked around and saw that more and more greenskins were coming towards him. The knights had already fallen into the quagmire of close combat and were unable to escape.
Groups of orcs were holding machetes and axes, roaring and screaming. They chopped off the heads of human soldiers and threw them away, roaring wildly.
The attendant struggled to swing his long sword to deflect the ax of the orc in front of him, then rushed forward with all his strength and hit the opponent's head with a kite shield. The orc's fangs were broken. The attendant did not dare to stop at all, and raised his shield again and again.
He hit the orc's head until the green-skinned orc underneath him completely lost his breath.
Just when the attendant thought he had escaped disaster, a war pig rushed in front of him. The orc rider shouted excitedly, the war pig howled, and pushed the attendant into the air. When he fell down again, the orc rider's machete had already been swung down.
The attendant's head was chopped off, and the body protected by the mail was still exposed, and scarlet blood was constantly emerging from the broken neck.
Cavin Blade has no time to care. To be precise, he cannot protect himself. The number of Bretonnian knights surrounding him is decreasing every moment.
Not far away, the giant waved his heavy stick, knocking away the Bretonnian soldiers on the ground like sweeping away ants. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and Cavin Blade felt regretful, but it was too late. He could only force
Pretending to be calm, he waved his sword and loudly ordered the knights to break out of the encirclement.
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly black orc stood in front of him. He had a cyan face, black heavy plate armor, and a jagged axe. Before Calvin Blade could react, the war horse beneath him
His head was severed, his horse stumbled, and he was thrown out.
As soon as he landed, Duke Cavin Blade raised his long sword and barely blocked the black orc's slash. The battle ax bit the sword, and Cavin Blade took advantage of the wrestling opportunity to kick his opponent in the lower abdomen, and then knocked him down.
The muscular black orc warrior kicked away temporarily.
The black orc warrior groaned and charged again.
His eyes flashed with scarlet blood. Carnage and endless battles were the meaning of his existence. Calvin Blade had never seen such a violent and bloodthirsty creature. He raised his sword and struggled to fend off another attack.
The axe. Taking advantage of the deflection of the sword blade, he smashed the opponent's face with the hilt of the sword. The black orc warrior was knocked unconscious and one eye was bleeding.
But regardless of the injury, the orc warrior swung the battle ax and struck again. This time, Duke Cavan was cut down directly to the ground. He struggled but was unable to get up. The battle ax penetrated his shoulder armor, and the Duke felt his right shoulder
He was almost unconscious. There was no squire or knight around him to protect him. Everyone was in chaos and couldn't protect themselves.
Under the dim sunlight, the black orc dragged his injured body and limped up to the top of Calvin Blade. He raised the bloody battle ax with one hand. Suddenly, under the distant sky, a sound sounded.
There was a loud sound of a horn. All the orcs turned their heads and looked at this scene in horror. The sound of the horn was none other than the horn of the King of Bretonnia.
"Knights of Bretonnia, advance!"
King Victor Charles rode a gorgeously decorated elf war horse and shouted loudly. He was covered with silver light, and the dim sky seemed to clear the way for him. Wherever he went, the holy sunshine pushed aside the dim clouds and shrouded the city.
On a new king.
The earth trembled again.
Talinnam clamped his horse. He had experienced this kind of charge countless times. But it was his first time to fight side by side with the king.
Hot blood surged into his heart again, making him temporarily forget all worries and fears.
The war horse neighed, and through the eye slit between the helmets, Talinnam could vaguely see the location of the enemy. It was a brown-green color like a tide, surging in the valley in front of him.
"Attack! For the King!"
"For the Lady of the Lake!"
The knights of the kingdom shouted loudly. In the sky, Pegasus flew past, spreading its white wings, and headed towards the place where the green skins were densest.
It was like a hurricane, and Talinnam was in the center of the storm, feeling the violent hurricane getting stronger and stronger. Finally, when it was only a hundred meters away from the enemy, the war horse was blindfolded and charged at full speed.
Only the sound of countless bodies being knocked down and trampled was heard. Under the dim sky, the Bretonnian knight army was like a steel wall, pushing flat the orc troops fighting on the ground!
Yes, a total push!
Under the personal leadership of King Charles II, the Holy Grail Knights and Exploration Knights formed the first charge, and the Kingdom Knights and Chivalrous Knights formed the second charge. Countless green-skinned orcs and goblins were pushed down under the heavy armored horses and reduced to
A pool of bloody flesh.
But the knights in the front row did not stop sprinting at all. The devout Holy Grail Knight waved his shining sword and cut the green-skinned orc in front of him across the waist.
The knight of the kingdom clenched his lance and pierced the enemy's body.
Talinnam roared angrily, taking the lead, piercing the body of a black orc with his spear, and dragging the body of the dead black orc along the way until the spear could not withstand the impact of the charge of the horse and broke with a snap. Almost right before the spear
At the moment of breaking, Talinnam drew out the sword from his waist, the horse neighed and knocked away a short goblin, and the knight's sword killed another green-skinned orc archer.
The pressure in front of them was increasing. After tearing apart the enemy's line deeply, the knights were finally forced to stop charging. Here, the remaining orcs blocked the horses from continuing to charge. However, this did not
Unexpectedly, all charges are not endless, and there is a moment of stopping in the end. But it is already worth it. At least one third of the green-skinned orcs and goblins have fallen under this wave of collective charge. The war horse's
The iron hooves were stained with the enemy's blood and broken internal organs.
"flank!"
King Victor Charles shouted loudly before the greenskin orc infantry surged up.
All the Bretonnian knights following the king immediately turned around. Their horses hardly stopped, but made a 90-degree turn on the battlefield without stopping, driving away the thin orc troops on the side. Those who had just been charging on the wall
The surviving orcs and goblins were once again trampled...
Talinnam was about to move with the large army when the war horse beneath him was suddenly stirred by something and fell to the ground with a neighing sound. The remaining orc troops not far behind him immediately rushed up.
The other knights of the kingdom had already stayed away, and Talinnam could only hold on to the sword and fight alone. Fortunately, he was not the only knight who fell from his horse. Those knights who fell from their horses during the battle did not die.
They all got up, gritted their teeth, and faced the dense orc army on the opposite side.