At this moment, even the refugees from Silvermoon City knew that it was time to fight!

With the maneuvering speed of the Orcs and Wolf Cavalry, once the defense line collapses, what awaits them will be endless massacre!

They didn't even need Hotz's reminder. When the exaggeratedly large Frost Wolf jumped in front of them, they could even see the Frost Wolf's bloodshot eyes and bared fangs.

That kind of terrible psychological pressure will make everyone instinctively raise their weapons!

That will be their only reliance.

At this time, the earth slope that was temporarily piled up and reinforced with magic played a decisive strategic role.

Without this absolute battlefield height difference, these wolf riders could easily cross the defense lines of jackals and dwarves, rush into the defense lines and use their huge kinetic energy to harvest the relatively vulnerable militia groups.

But at this slope, if these wolf riders had not chosen to rush to the slope and then jump at the risk, they would have had no choice but to hit the tower shield filled with sharp spears between the jackals and gray dwarves.

superior!

The continuous muffled sounds of puff, puff, puff, almost resounded throughout the entire 800-meter pass defense line.

The blood splattered, not only the muffled sound when the spears penetrated the bodies of the frost wolves and orcs, but also the violent collision of the gnolls, gray dwarves and tower shields!

The frost wolves in the North are even larger than some ordinary grizzly bears, often weighing about 0.23 tons. The impact caused when sprinting at full speed is probably no more than a head-on collision with a Blue Star car at 50 yards an hour.

Not much different.

The temporary defense line of Minas Tirith was bent and twisted by this terrifying impact in the first wave, and moved backward by at least half a foot on average.

The tower shields that had been knocked a few centimeters into the soil were deformed, and thick blood even gushed out from the gaps in the armors of many jackals and gray dwarves, apparently suffering serious internal injuries.

There were even dwarves and gnolls whose heads were bitten by the frenzied frost wolf before death, and they were thrown away with their shields.

In fact, the most effective tactic when facing such heavy cavalry charges in plain areas is to quickly give way to concave lines of defense and respond with a spear formation. Only in this way can the momentum be greatly alleviated.

But this must be a well-trained and well-coordinated warrior. Among them, the high elves are the most skillful and can even fly the dragon's kite.

If it were just jackals and gray dwarves, they might be able to do it.

But firstly, their numbers are too small, and secondly, these militiamen are still too far behind, and it is impossible to enforce orders and prohibitions.

At this moment, the second wave of cavalry arrived behind them.

This is also a common tactic used by the Wolf Cavalry. Even if the first row's offensive is blocked, the latter can often use the former to bulldoze the severely damaged defense line as a stepping stone to rush into the back of the defense line.

But at this moment, Hoez’s hoarse shout sounded again on the battlefield:

"Raise your shield!

"Attack!!!"

In the middle of the pass defense line, which was almost buried by wolf corpses, a roaring chain sword was suddenly thrust out, and the orc's head was chopped off with one strike, and then the thick pile of corpses suddenly exploded.

The roaring blade slashed upwards, cutting a wolf cavalryman and a wolf and an orc who were trying to cross the defense line into two pieces. The broken corpse, sticky plasma and colorful organs scattered him and the militia behind him.

Head and face all over.

With Hotz as the center, all the front row warriors worked hard to push away the heavy corpses on the shield, and slashed at the invading enemies with the chain swords in their hands, like efficient meat grinders.

But even so, there were still wolf knights on the flanks twice who took advantage of their movements and stepped on the shield to leap behind the defense line.

The defense line where Herbert was located was extremely unfortunate to encounter this situation.

Although the wooden spears pierced the Frostwolf's abdomen immediately, the huge momentum and huge weight still caused these spears to break. Before dying, the Frostwolf still bit off the flesh of an unlucky Silver Moon Militiaman.

neck.

The orc knight rolled on the ground, stood up, swung his stone ax, and blocked everyone he saw.

This kind of elite would probably be able to give a 50-50 hit to a fully armed Jackal or Gray Dwarf alone. How could these Silver Moon immigrants, who had no combat training at all, be their opponents?

Facing the approaching giant axe, a Silver Moon man could only instinctively curl up his body, while raising the light iron-clad wooden shield in his hand, he couldn't help but retreat.

There was a loud bang.

The shield was smashed to pieces on the spot, and the Silver Moon man also screamed and smashed into the crowd behind him. His right arm was twisted unnaturally, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Weak humans! Die!"

The orc glanced at his dead Frostwolf mount, looked up to the sky with bloodshot eyes, roared, and rushed into the crowd.

In front of the furious orcs, ordinary militiamen are no match for the enemy.

Seeing several Silver Moon people being hacked to death one after another, Herbert felt that his head went blank and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

It was as if he had returned to the nightmare that filled him with despair and fear.

Too strong!

As humanoid creatures, the innate power suppression of orcs is simply hard to ignore. Without the advantage of mounts, in plain battles, the battle loss ratio between fully armed human warriors and orcs would often reach three to one or even five to one!

Without the help of his colleagues and relying solely on these civilians who have no ability to fight head-on, it is impossible for him to solve this big trouble!

He instinctively wanted to shrink back, but reason told him:

Don't show off!

At this time, if you insist on it, you are courting death!

But he also has no way out!

If the situation here deteriorates to the point where support from the front line is needed, once the defense line collapses, what will Sarah, Anthony and the others do?

When I thought about the possibility that my wife and children would die tragically at the hands of these orcs, and even become their winter food.

Herbert's eyes were also bloodshot. As he watched more and more Frostwolf Knights break through the defense line, an unprecedented emotion surged into his head, allowing him to temporarily overwhelm the fear in his heart.

Just when another compatriot was about to be chopped in half by the orcs with a battle axe, he hit his fine iron buckler with the spine of his sword, making a harsh muffled sound, and roared at the frantic orcs:

"Come on! Orc bastard! Your enemy is me!"

This was his preferential treatment as the ten-man captain, and it was specially allocated by the Jackal because he was the former Silver Moon veteran.

At this moment, this is his only support.

There may be hope for a comeback.

This taunt also attracted the orc's glare, and his sanity was almost overwhelmed by anger and murderous intent.

"Human! You are asking for death!"

The orc roared angrily and rushed towards him with long strides holding his battle ax. As he approached, he jumped up in the air and struck with a slash.

Concentrated, Herbert dodged the fatal blow by turning onto his side!

If that slash were to be resisted head-on, not to mention the fine iron round shield in his hand, even the tower shields in the hands of the dwarves would probably be cut with a gap!

But the reaction speed of the orcs is not as weak as rumored, at least it is better than ordinary human soldiers!

After cutting the air with one blow, he quickly turned around, cut off several thrusting spears with one axe, and then slashed at Herbert one after another with red eyes!

'Can't escape!'

Herbert could only raise the buckler above his head with all his strength!

boom!

Sparks flew and the round shield was already dented with just one blow.

Herbert felt like his arm bones were broken!

But he can only resist with this posture!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Orc warriors are like blacksmiths, venting their anger and murderous intent towards the humans who only know how to hide behind their shields.

Behind the shield, Herbert was hunched over and could only bear it silently like a forged raw iron plate.

With each heavy blow, Herbert felt as if he had been hit by a brown bear, making him dizzy.

He knew that his left hand was useless

His shield was about to be smashed.

But he must hold on!

Just wait!

Wait for a chance

Herbert didn't know how many times he had been hit, just when he thought he was going to be hit to death by the orcs.

Click!

The orc's stone ax finally couldn't withstand his brutal ravage and made a crisp sound.

"Um?"

The orc instinctively glanced at his broken stone axe.

'It's now!'

A glimmer of clarity finally emerged in Herbert's mind. Just like the shield warriors on the front line, he gathered all his strength and suddenly raised his shield and swung it out!

"ah!!!"
To be continued...