The plain sandwiched between the Red River and the Rapid River was originally a deserted wasteland, but soon it was named the Raglan Plain, and a small hill in this plain was given the name of Raglan Hill to commemorate the Battle of Raglan Plain, a turning point that changed the war situation in the north of Middle-earth.
At this moment, Roland was in shock at the unexpected encounter with the orcs. He looked around and immediately fell in love with the small hill.
"All infantry, quickly occupy that hill! You must obey Vanerwei's orders! Kaslo, you are responsible for defeating the orcs' long-range troops! Knights, follow me!" Roland raised his fine steel lance and left the team.
"Wait..." Van Erwei was confused. He had never commanded an army of nearly a thousand people. At this moment, he was stunned where he was.
"Believe in yourself! Just like you believe in the sword in your hand!" Roland interrupted him and threw a space ring to Vanerwei.
"Here are 100,000 arrows! Don't save them! Shoot them!"
The knights of the Holy Knights rode up to his side and surrounded him. The red flames of battle energy merged into one, and the Ring of Glory on Roland's hand flashed with brilliant light.
"Arm your troops in formation! Arrow-point formation!" Roland shouted.
The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground was chaotic, and soon the knights formed a charging formation with Roland and Renault as the vanguard.
Here, a group of mud-legged infantrymen successfully climbed up the mound. Looking out in the distance, they saw endless orcs rushing towards them madly. It seemed that they were also marching quickly.
The Dorwinian heavy swordsmen formed the first, slamming their steel tower shields into the ground and unleashing their Shield Wall ability. The Badanian archers followed behind them, unhooking their quivers and placing them at their legs. Falwe and the elven rangers followed closely behind. Falwe drew all his arrows from his ring and piled them in the center. The light infantry, the largest group, formed two lines, holding wooden tower shields, to defend the flanks. The others drew their bows and prepared to fire. The Lagran guardsmen raised their shields to protect the rear, and a massive circular shield wall suddenly formed on the hill.
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"Sir, human troops have been spotted ahead!" an orc quickly reported.
"Hmm! It seems our whereabouts have been leaked!" Onaville said angrily.
He drove the wolf under his crotch to the front of the team. The orcs were immediately frightened and trembled. Onavel did not pay attention to these incompetent orcs, but carefully observed the human army that blocked his way.
"More than a thousand people? Which human lord has dispatched these reinforcements?" Onavelle became curious. These people seemed to be well-equipped. If he couldn't handle them well, he would definitely suffer heavy losses. He only had more than 7,000 orcs under his command, and these were the assets he had accumulated with great difficulty. But when he thought of Sauron's promise, all his concerns were thrown out of the window.
"I smell fear!" Onaville roared and mobilized his men.
"Take off their heads! Give me the victory!" Onavelle pointed with his hammer.
Suddenly, the earth trembled. The charge launched by over 7,000 orcs was visually absolutely devastating! Although they were only the poorly equipped orcs of the wasteland, once their numbers reached a certain threshold, quantitative change would lead to qualitative change.
"Ang!" An angry dragon roar sounded, and Kaslo, who had been waiting in the clouds for a long time, swooped down riding on Cardo.
When the orcs charged just now, their archers were clearly disconnected from the troops in front. Nearly 2,000 orcs armed with various bows and arrows were left behind the main force.
"Swish~" Dozens of blood columns shot up into the sky suddenly appeared. The densely packed archers were simply the best living targets for the air knights.
"Roar!" The dragon exhaled a breath of wind blades. After a few seconds of flight, the wind element, freed from the dragon's power, suddenly exploded. Hundreds of tiny wind blades flew in all directions. They pierced flesh! They tore through armor! They tore through muscle! They destroyed weapons!
"Damn it! Soran, you didn't say the other party has a flying dragon!" Onavel roared angrily.
"Swish!" A huge green wind blade instantly passed over his head. Onaville quickly ducked to avoid the wind blade that almost beheaded him, but the big flag behind him was not so lucky. It immediately flipped over and fell straight down.
"Bring me the bow!" Seeing the flying dragon flying over ten meters above his head, the angry Onaville obviously lost his mind.
He held a huge iron bow in his hand, and placed an enchanted armor-piercing arrow on the bow. He slowly drew the bow...
"Bang!" A crisp sound!
"Ah!" The four-legged flying dragon Cardo, which was flying hundreds of meters in the sky, suddenly spun and fell to the ground.
"This is impossible!" Roland happened to see this scene.
In fact, Onavel has half elven blood in his body, and his mother is an abducted elf... It can be said that he is an alternative half-elf, which can be seen from his appearance. He does not have a grin like other orcs. His appearance is softer. Compared with other orcs, he looks much more pleasing to the eye.
His elven bloodline endowed him with excellent eyesight and archery skills. With the help of an iron bow and enchanted armor-piercing arrows, he was able to create the scene above.
"Ang!" An angry dragon roar resounded through the sky! Just as it was about to hit the ground, Cardo successfully adjusted his posture and flew into the sky despite the severe pain.
"Huh!" Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the scene of the dragon knight spilling blood in the sky would reappear in his memory. Fortunately, thanks to the thick dragon armor, the arrow failed to penetrate the vital part.
"Go to hell! Bastards!" The dragon's voice sounded, and a huge green tornado covered the place where Onavel had just stood, and the orcs were immediately in chaos!
"For the glory of knights! Charge!" Roland led the knights into a trot. The crisp sound of horse hooves even drowned out the wailing of the orcs.
"Boom boom boom!" Soon the sound of horse hooves gradually became louder, and the sound gradually rolled into the ears like thunder.
"glory!"
"mercy!"
"justice!"
"loyalty!"
"Fraternity!"
"guard!"
"brave!"
"humble!"
Skills representing the spirit of chivalry were released one after another. In an instant, the momentum of the Knights continued to rise. The flames of fighting spirit covered the knights' armor and horses. The 102 knights worked as one and bravely charged towards the panicked orcs.
"For our homeland!"
“For the people!”
"For Lagrange!"
Amid the knights' shouts, the orcs in front felt a fatal threat and immediately stopped moving forward. A group of orcs crowded together in a mess, not knowing that they were providing the best conditions for the charging knights.
"The Knights!"
"The Knights of Humanity!"
Under the incredulous gazes of the orcs, Roland led the knights of the Holy Knights and attacked the orcs fiercely.
"kill!"