In a frontal assault, there were not many troops that could match the Beastmen's infantry.
The Beastmen, who were taller than their horses, did not fear the human cavalry at all. As long as they avoided the first wave of spears, then even if the humans and their warhorses charged forward, the chances of both sides killing each other would be fifty-fifty.
But now, it was the human cavalry that was charging at the rear.
Orgrim could almost foresee that a tragedy was about to unfold.
Bolvar's warhorse panted heavily, its four hooves trampling on the ground seeming incomparably heavy.
Of course, when one of the Beastmen turned around to look, his mouth opened wide in shock. What did he see?
A skewer of Beastmen!
Bolvar relied on his unscientific power of holy light to directly transform into a Saint Seiya.
One had to know that the middle part of a lance was made with a fragile and easily broken spear. This was to prevent the powerful recoil from knocking the knight off his horse after stabbing the enemy. However, with the infusion of holy light, the lance that should have broken on its own was turned into a steel spear by Bolvar. He pierced through three Beastmen in one go, and continued to rely on his powerful momentum and holy light to charge into the enemy formation.
Three, four, five … In the end, seven Beastmen were stabbed to death by Bolvar's specially lengthened six-meter lance.
Only when the seventh Beastman was pierced did Bolvar let go of the lance that had finally exploded, leaving the bunch of Beastmen to struggle on the ground.
The moment he let go, Bolvar accurately grabbed the warhammer that was tied to the right side of his saddle. Before touching the next enemy, the huge warhammer had already spun in a circle in the air.
One of the Beastmen opened his mouth, not knowing if he was about to warn his companion or roar, but Bolvar's warhammer easily smashed his lower jaw like a polo ball. This strike had also broken his neck at the same time. The Beastman flew backwards and fell in front of Bolvar. Bolvar rode on his warhorse and trampled over him …
Behind him were the knights galloping on their horses.
The reason why knights were a few levels higher than cavalry was because a qualified knight had to go through at least five years of training. From noble etiquette to knight's creed, from horsemanship, spear skills to swordsmanship, all sorts of combat skills were nurtured.
It was not an exaggeration to say that the effort needed to nurture a qualified knight was enough to nurture a hundred cavalry.
It was precisely because the elites of the three countries had gathered together that they were able to gather so many knights.
Almost every knight had gained something from the first round of attacks.
They perfectly cut a huge hole in the Orc formation, and the cavalry behind them waved their longswords and warhammers, further increasing the chaos among the Orcs.
The entire Orc rear army was cut into pieces by the cavalry of the three kingdoms.
Following closely behind the cavalry was the infantry. Compared to the magnificent formation of the cavalry, the infantry was a little lacking. Twenty thousand Storm King Cavalrymen were already all of them. These were infantrymen who had been baptized by the flames of war. They fiercely swept through the scattered beastmen and stabbed the beastmen who turned their heads towards them to death.
They followed the footsteps of the cavalry and attempted to quickly cross the entire battlefield and rush to the northeast of Rotterdam.
"Stop them! We just need to enter the chaotic battle! "
It was one thing for the cavalry to break through their formation, but they actually wanted to use infantry to circle around the rear?
Orgrim was so angry that he wanted to laugh.
At this moment, the ballistae in the city were fired. Arrows and boulders rained down on the front of the Orc army that had become densely packed.
Haas, Laing, and Solas led their cavalry to break through the entire Orc army's rear army and split them up perfectly. After breaking through the formation, they split into three, made the smallest circle, and once again attacked the rear army from another flaw, turning the entire rear army upside down. There was not a single organized Orc army that could pose a sufficient threat to the charging human infantry.
The Orcs were in chaos and did not know what to do. But when they faced the city wall, the alliance army attacked them from the rear, and when they turned their heads towards the cavalry, they were attacked by the city guards. They had not broken through the city wall yet, so they could not retreat into the city.
If they continued fighting like this, they would only be bleeding in the chaos.
Orgrim was inexplicably shocked!
This was simply beyond all the military knowledge of the Orcs. Why could the human cavalry find the weakest point of the Orcs in the midst of a fierce battle and attack it? Why did they not attack the seemingly weak points of the elite Orcs that were lying in ambush? Why …
On the tower of Lordaeron, Arthas looked at Duque, who was giving orders beside him, in shock.
Magic communication was only suitable for fixed-point communication. When moving, there was no spatial positioning, so there was no way to receive the message.
Duque had a better idea.
"Let Laing turn left 30 degrees and kill his way through the slightly dirt-colored army. That's the second-rate Iron Sand Clan of the Horde. "
"Solas, you're charging too hard. Damn it, you're the king. "
Even though Duque was fiercely complaining, the two beautiful Elven rangers beside Duque, one with gold hair and the other with silver hair, still used their beautiful voices to transmit Duque's words.
General Haduron explained to Prince Arthas, "That's [Whisper of the Wind], a skill unique to the Windrunner family. It can transmit one's voice with the wind and reach a specific person's ears within a few miles."
"So powerful? Then can I hire some Elves who know [Whisper of the Wind] to be my vassals? "
Haduron's face was full of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, but there are currently only four Windrunners who know this skill, and … they're all direct vassals of Lord Marcus."
"I see …" Arthas's face was full of regret.
At this time, the situation of the battle changed again.
After the Alliance's cavalry attacked the Orcs' rear, they returned to the vicinity of the lake, and the city's defenses were activated once more.
Even though the continuous attacks made the Orcs lose their bearings, they were unfortunately not many, but they were extremely elite.
A row of Orcs with the strongest physiques charged in the direction of Solas's Highland Knights. Solas was more cautious, and he charged towards the right side of the line of soldiers.
The result of the cavalry's charge shocked Solas.
After losing their lances, the cavalry no longer had any mid-range or long-range weapons. Normally, no one would be willing to collide with a galloping warhorse.
Obviously, these eight-foot-tall Orcs were an exception. Regardless of whether they chopped down or swung up, their huge war hammers could disregard the nearly one-ton weight of the riders and their horses, and the terrifying force of the impact. In an instant, both riders and horses were sent flying.
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