"Clack, clack, clack~" The sound of heavy horse hooves echoed in the woods, and one knight after another slowly rode out of the forest.
"Crack!" The visor fell off.
"Start charging!" Omsk growled.
"Shashasha~" The breeze was blowing, and the knights galloped past, their cloaks fluttering behind them.
"Charge!" As the lances pointed forward, they tore through the air with high-speed thrusts. A flame of battle energy rose through the jungle. They smashed trees and leaped over boulders. Their eyes were fixed on the orcs gathered ahead! They were humanity's most elite killing machines! They were the last knights of Raglan!
Roland was about to witness the terrifying destructive power of a knight group led by a hero.
"The fusion of light and shadow!" Omsk roared, his powerful fighting spirit burst out from his body, and the black shadow and white light intertwined together and quickly covered every knight.
"The sound of horse hooves!" the orc said in horror.
"Where are they? I can't see any enemies!"
The orcs quickly stopped what they were doing, they held their weapons tightly together and formed a circle. In fact, whether facing the charge of cavalry or knights, the orcs would be at a disadvantage without the wolf cavalry. Forming a circle was the experience they had summed up over countless years with their lives.
The effect of the Light and Shadow Blending skill was—invisibility! Omsk led the charging knights to the Orc circle. At this point, the Orcs, distorted by the light and shadows, could only be heard but not seen.
"Boom!" Omsk, the first Knights' spear tip to hit the group of orcs, instantly breaking bones and tendons. At least five orcs were twitching on the spears in his hands... With a swing of the spear, the orcs who were still struggling were swept away. The heavy spear brought up a gust of wind, and anyone who touched it would die, and anyone who was hit would be injured.
"Kill!" The knights swung their weapons wantonly to reap the lives of the orcs. Countless orcs fell in the path of the knights' charge. A bloody road paved with corpses told of their tragic experience.
"Buzz!" It was like when it rains it leaks—a phrase that could only be applied to these pathetic Orcs. Freshly pierced by the Knights, before they could recover, these "Grim Reapers" with their powerful bows appeared on the scene! El Nino Ranger, a representative of exceptional range, was so powerful that even dragons would have to take shelter when they formed groups and opened up their range to unleash their might!
"Swish!" An orc fell down weakly, covering his shot eye socket.
"Bang!" The heavy iron shield still failed to block the powerful arrow shot by Ranger Elnino. Along with the shattered fragments of the iron shield, a streak of light directly penetrated the figure behind it and pierced through three people before stopping on the lower abdomen of the fourth orc.
"Charge! In the name of the champion!" Omsk roared loudly after reorganizing the team. Even Roland in the distance could hear his voice clearly.
Roland's face was filled with surprise. This guy had been a member of the Champion Knights? He could even perform Champion Charge! You can't judge a person by appearances! According to Roland's knowledge of the game's history, the Champion Knights were the strongest knight order in Lagrande. Their ordinary members were knights of rank four and five, and their officers were heroes. Their unique Champion Charge had made them famous, but...they had mysteriously vanished. Who knew Omsk had once been a member?
"Champion Charge!" Roland smacked his lips. This status skill was truly abnormal. There was no problem doubling the strength of the entire Knights once it was activated. However, the only drawback was that it lasted for a short time, only about a minute at a time. However, it didn't seem to have much of an impact now. After all, Omsk had already led his men to break through the ranks of the Orcs, and all that was left was for Elnino's Rangers to separate the battlefield. As for Omsk, he had already led the Knights to roam around and kill the fleeing Orcs.
What? Why aren't they charging? Even a single misfire from an Elnino Ranger's armor-piercing arrow would drain a significant portion of their fighting spirit. Remember, this unit is a formidable enemy of dragons. The Raglan Knights would bravely bear the brunt of arrows from the Badaniyan archers, the Lordaeron Rangers, and the elves, but they wouldn't dare stand in the crossfire of Elnino's arrows. With their massive stature, they could easily be shot down by their own men before their enemies...
"Don't hit them too hard. We still need to lure away part of their army. We need to keep them hanging while we fight. We need to lure in the orcs from other entrances so that they can keep up with our speed. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if they don't take the bait." Roland said to the Elnino rangers beside him.
Though only fifty men, they unleashed a terrifying effect even more terrifying than the Knights. Their arrows were imbued with battle qi, detonating upon impact. Against armor-piercing arrows powerful enough to rip a dragon's scales, the armored orcs were practically useless. Furthermore, the knights targeted specific targets, while the Elnino Rangers attacked areas. Watching the unbridled Elnino Rangers, Roland couldn't help but twitch his lips. With this kind of combat power, who else would be "extermined" by the authorities? Even their own men were terrified by this perverted display. Didn't they notice that the fearless, unflinching knights had quietly retreated to the edge of their attack range to clean up any remaining enemies?
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"Here they come! Orcs are approaching from the south and the north!" Several natural eyes released by Vanerwei detected the orc army passing by along the way.
"Brothers, retreat!" Roland turned around and left. He was already moving slowly with his infantry, so he slipped away first. Once the Holy Inspiration Aura was activated, the holy light shone upon them, adding to their positive state. The entire circle ran very fast and disappeared from the edge of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
"We will gradually move to the edge of the battlefield! Be ready to charge out of the battlefield at any time!" Omsk looked at the direction of Roland's retreat and then at the birds startled by the Orc reinforcements and said to all the knights. This is the advantage of the Knights Templar. When the gap in strength between the two sides is not big, their decision to go or stay is entirely up to the Knights Templar. After all, not many people of the same level can stop them.
"Oh! Big fish! The black heroes are here!" Although Omsk sneered, there was no contempt in his eyes. After all, each black knight's skills are different, and rare professions have special talents and skills. Therefore, there are great uncertainties when facing special professions such as dragon knights, paladins, black knights, arcane mages, etc. Maybe their hidden professional talents or skills are enough to turn the tide of the battle.
"Retreat!" Omsk shook his head and finally gave up the urge to fight with the black hero opposite. Although the light and shadow hero was not afraid of the threat of the black hero, the knights behind him might not be. Even if they maintained a glorious state, they might still be attacked by the black hero. After all, attacks from the soul are hard to defend against!
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"...A human hero? Interesting! I never thought pulling out a nail would yield such rewards!" A figure hidden in the pitch-black smoke muttered to himself as he sat on the nightmare. Wherever he walked, flowers withered and grass withered...