The Humans' attack caught the Orcs off guard. Just before the plains of Mildenstange, the White Wolf Knights followed the Heavy Cavalrymen and charged towards them.
The Inferior Horned Beasts at the front were frightened. The lowest level of the Orcs were cannon fodder, but they had the most numbers. Most of the Inferior Horned Beasts only wielded a crude Bone Spear. When they saw the hundreds of White Wolf Riders charging from afar, their hands trembled. Many of the Inferior Horned Beasts' legs were also trembling.
The Inferior Horned Beasts were detestable and pitiful creatures. They didn't have the power and intelligence of the Horned Beasts. They only knew how to act based on their instincts. To the Orcs, their greatest use was to make weapons and equipment and to fill in the gaps between the Horned Beasts.
As the Horned Beasts were at the back, the Inferior Horned Beasts had to face the enemy alone.
To make matters worse, Getwo predicted that the enemy would surround them from both sides, so he placed the Huge Beasts, Monster Beasts, and Shield and Spear Horned Beasts at the flanks. It was too late for reinforcements.
"Fools … useless … trash!" An Orc King rode on a Razorback War Chariot and galloped in the battle formation. He held his sword hilt and ordered, "Bows … front … Spears … forward!"
The Inferior Horned Beasts were in a mess. Those wielding Spears and Bows squeezed forward.
"Quick … the Humans … are coming!"
"Advance! For Yurick! For Mildenheim! " The steel torrent formed by the White Wolf Knights rolled forward. The inferior horned beasts at the front had just pulled their bowstrings when Boris rushed in front of them. The heavy hammers in the hands of the White Wolf Knights fell, and the spears of the inferior horned beasts were bounced away. Their heads were hammered into meat patties. The iron hooves of the warhorses crushed their weak bodies. The powerful impact brought about destruction.
The first few rows of Inferior Horned Beasts were wiped out in an instant. Only broken limbs and fleeing figures were left. The White Wolf Knights seized the opportunity. Boris Todbringer held his Rune Tooth and slashed across the Inferior Horned Beast's neck. He cut off the head that represented evil and filth from its neck. Blood splattered and the Inferior Horned Beast's screams satisfied Boris. Boris Todbringer, who was born in Year 2455 of the Empire calendar, seemed to have returned to the time when he was a teenager in the White Wolf City Drill Ground. He was like the sun at eight or nine o 'clock in the morning. Hope shone on him. His father, the previous Kurfürst, passed the Rune Tooth to him and taught him how to use it.
With another slash, an inferior horned beast was split open, and its blood splashed onto the surrounding trees. A few inferior horned beasts nearby raised their spears and rushed forward. Under the control of Boris Todbringer's skillful riding skills, the hybrid elven warhorse raised its hooves and stomped on the chest of an inferior horned beast. The sound of bones breaking could be heard. Boris had gained some space. With a light sweep of his rune tooth, the few ridiculous spears were all broken. Then, Boris slashed again and chopped off the heads of two more inferior horned beasts.
The entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of the Inferior Horned Beasts being defeated. They screamed as they were trampled by the swords and hooves. With the White Wolf Knights charging forward, the first wave of Orcs was defeated.
"Come and receive your death, country goats!"
"Bastards in the forest, Yuric's trial is here!"
"Kazak, you six-horned goat that's worse than pigs and dogs!" Boris roared, "Come out and fight me!"
Kurfürst White Wolf had never felt so energetic in his body. He couldn't wait to kill all the Orcs. He couldn't wait to avenge his subjects.
He couldn't remember how many of his subjects had died in the hands of the Orcs. It was too many to count.
Every time, he thought that he could win. But time and time again, he lost the lives of his people in the Dark Forest. He lost the lives of his people in the complicated maze. The game of cat and mouse between him and the one-eyed Kazak never ended. The people who died were his people, just like the two sons of the peasant woman, Miller and Thomas.
His stubbornness and his thirst for vengeance had brought too much pain to the people of Miden Hill. He did not even know if he should continue fighting. Too many people had died because of him, and he still wanted to take away their remaining livestock and inheritance!
He just wanted to let the Empire continue to exist.
Boris, are you still human? Kurfürst White Wolf had thought of this more than once last night.
But it was different today. Boris realized that he had a chance to win today!
Boris' request was destined not to be answered because Kazak had been sent to ambush the rear of the Human alliance. Supreme Orc King Getwo ordered his troops to surround the White Wolf Knights who had charged into the defensive line. Most of the Orcs had low intelligence, and their reactions couldn't be compared to the well-trained Empire troops or the Brittany troops who had followed Laing through countless battles. Getwo was ordering the horde of Horned Beasts to converge towards the center.
"Kill! Kill! Let them have a taste of Yuric's fury and the fangs of the White Wolves! " Boris waved his Rune Tooth and signaled the Knights to kill. Even though he was rash, Boris knew that he couldn't allow the horde of Horned Beasts to converge. Those disgusting beasts would use their shields and pikes to form a sturdy shield wall. When that happened, it would be difficult for the Knights to charge out.
The Orcs' formation had become chaotic due to their sudden attack. Their plan was a success.
"They're anxious, they're anxious!" Boris Todbringer waved his Rune Tooth, which represented the Empire's Elector, and collided with an Orc King's Machete. Sparks flew, and the Machete shattered. Boris slashed the Orc King's stomach open, and the flaming Sword pierced the Orc King's chest, stirring up his organs. The Orc King extended his hand in fear and wanted to put his organs back into his stomach. Boris slashed his sword and severed half of the Orc King's shoulder, arm, and neck. The Orc King was like a crumbling pillar as he fell from the Razorback War Chariot. Hot blood flowed on the ground.
On a distant platform, Knight King Laing looked on coldly. The 500 White Wolf Knights had attracted the attention of the Orc army, but Laing was calm. He paced back and forth. Lake Goddess Morgiana, Bertrand, and Davu stood behind Laing. 2,000 Old Guard stood in ten rows in front of the platform. They didn't say a word, but they held their heads high. The feathers on their bearskin hats swayed in the wind. These soldiers who had followed the King through countless victories held their weapons and waited for the King's order. They were going to bring the Brittany Judgement to the Orcs.
"The White Wolf Knights are very brave. Only two of them have fallen off their horses, Your Majesty." The Old Guard Commander Bertrand didn't need the binoculars. He walked behind Laing and said in a low voice, "But the momentum of the charge will be exhausted, and the Knights will be exhausted. Your Majesty, they will be surrounded by the Orcs."
"Wait a while. Don't, don't, don't charge too close. Yes, that's it. Very good." Laing didn't answer Bertrand's question. Knight King was watching the battle closely.
The Orcs swarmed in from all directions in an attempt to surround and destroy the silver meteor that had charged into their formation. The Minotaurs and Cyclops stepped on the Horned Beasts and forced their way to the center of the battlefield. Before they could do anything, they had already caused hundreds of casualties. Rows of Horned Beasts rushed in from all directions under Getwall's command to form a sturdy shield wall. On the frozen river bank, tens of Horned Beasts crossed the frozen river under Getwall's command. Then, the huge army entered the battlefield from the forest.
The White Wolf Knights charged left and right in an attempt to escape from the harsh environment, but the Orcs' encirclement was getting tighter. The Infantrymen who were supposed to support them were still on the way. More White Wolf Knights fell, and Laing obtained the opportunity that he wanted. Knight King said to the Lake Goddess Witch, "Morgiana, send a signal to Berchemund and the rest!"
Morgiana recited a Divine Spell, and the Lake Goddess Witch sent a bright symbol into the sky.
In the distance, the thick fog dissipated, and the Lake Goddess Prophets stopped reciting their Divine Spells. Duke Berchemund led thousands of Knights out of the thick fog. When the Duke saw the battlefield, he couldn't contain his excitement and enthusiasm. Under his command, the Knights advanced courageously!
He was the Beast Slayer, the direct descendant of the first Knight King Arthur, the son of Bastogne, Berchemund!
"Knights, it's time for glory!" Duke Berchemund urged his horse forward. He gave a speech to the Knights who were ready to set off, saying, "With our lances and swords, we'll defeat our cowardly enemies. We, the proud Knights of Brittany, will crush them. With our loyalty to the Lady of the Lake, we won't be affected by harm. We'll always remember the heroic deeds that happened around us. For Brittany, for the love of the Lady of the Lake, let's charge! "
On the eastern battlefield, a horn suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of galloping horse hooves. The sound even drowned out the battle cries on the battlefield. The Supreme Beast King Getwo the Cruel was standing on top of its own chariot. It quickly realized that a great wall of steel was joining the battle at an extremely fast speed. It was closing in on itself. The dazzling light was like bubbles rolling on the waves of the sea.
Thousands of Knights and their squires joined the battle. They were led by 18 Holy Grail Knights as they charged forward. Red flags and white flags intertwined. The red and blue Brittany flags fluttered in the wind. The Knights held their lances horizontally, forming a forest of lances. The flashing lances represented the will of death as they charged towards the Orcs like a hurricane.
It was the Orcs' turn to feel the power of the Brittany Knights. Thousands of Orcs were torn to shreds in the first wave of attack. The Knights crashed into the sea of Orcs.
The Orcs were still trying to surround the White Wolf Knights, but the front line of the Orcs collapsed. This attack caused 20,000 casualties. The Orcs were like mantises trying to stop a chariot as they were crushed by the iron hooves of the Knights.
The Prophets of the Lake Goddess joined the battle and chanted Divine Spells to protect the Knights from the corruption of Chaos and the evil Mana of the Howling Shamans. Emerald green explosions and patches of thorns appeared in the Orc army. Lightning bolts and lightning balls swept across the Orc army. Flocks of crows were summoned, and two Amber Spears exploded in the Orc army.
"They're here." Getwo's hideous face was full of disdain as he said, "Finally … the son of the False God who is always at the bottom of the lake … and who excites men … is here."
"Order … the Bloody Bulls … to … move out!"
The Bloody Bulls moved out. The large Minotaurs were in a frenzy and bloodthirsty state as they strode into the battlefield.
Laing saw the items in the hands of the Bloody Bulls from afar, and his expression changed.
"Convey my orders! Old Guard, attack! "
"Ah?" Bertrand was taken aback by Laing's order as he said, "Your Majesty, now?"
"Attack!"
"Yes!"
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