Spearman's Fate

When Lothar and the others saw the outpost troops evacuating before they arrived at the battlefield, and learned from one of them that more than 30 people were leaving, he clamped the horse's belly without hesitation and ordered everyone to speed up.

It can be said that the battlefield is not unexpected. The cylindrical formation composed of more than 20 soldiers is already in jeopardy, but what is more noticeable is another battlefield that is constantly fighting in the distance of the cylindrical formation. Standing on the hillside, they almost glanced at it. I saw the corpses of orcs piled up there.

'Is there such a powerful fighter in the Sentinel? '

Lothar couldn't think of it for a while, but his doubts turned into doubts, and the movements of his hands did not slow down at all. With one hand holding the rein tightly, he led the cavalry to charge directly towards the orcs.

"Bang~!"

"Bang~!"

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Although the cavalry has an advantage against the infantry, when facing the tall and strong orcs, the strength of the human cavalry cannot reach the crushing when fighting with the same race. No one thought that it was only the first round of charge Among them, several knights fell off their horses accidentally.

The outcome of the fallen cavalry on the battlefield can be imagined. They were dismembered by the orc's ax or broadsword almost immediately, but the good news is that after all, they had the advantage in numbers and finally cut through the orc's troops abruptly.

"come over!!"

Lothar, who was at the forefront of the team, stretched out his right hand to the unknown warrior without hesitation, and Lancer also slammed his gun to force the orcs around him back, and then used the strength of the opponent to get back on his horse.

The arrival of Lothar and the others can be said to directly herald the failure of this orc attack.

There were more than 20 knights who were injured in the first round of charge, and the number of dead orcs was similar. When the third round of charge began, not many orcs were still alive.

"Whoo~!!"

As the horse gradually stopped, Lothar couldn't help letting out a breath.

He had seen the information about these 'orcs' many times, but it was the first time he had actually fought each other on the battlefield.

"These orcs are strong and strong. I'm afraid ordinary soldiers are no match for one-on-one..."

Although the costumes and weapons of these orcs look too primitive, it is precisely because of this that he cares more. After all, even with these primitive weapons, they still explode with terrifying combat effectiveness. Once the opponent's weapons are updated, the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying.

But when he was thinking about how to deal with these orcs, his back suddenly sank, and then he noticed that the 'knight' who was sitting behind him holding a spear had jumped off his mount.

Then he saw the other party walking to a certain corpse.

"You know him?"

Although the opponent is a little strange, after all, he has seen from the battle just now that the opponent is not a soldier of the Stormwind Kingdom. After all, the value of the armor on the opponent is enough to make most ordinary soldiers despair, but no matter what the identity of the opponent is, since he is a friendly army, then he I don't mind being in contact with the opponent, after all, the opponent's strength lies there.

"It's not considered acquaintance, this young man gave me the barbecue last night..."

After speaking, Lancer stood up and looked around, and then he saw a person being dragged onto a stretcher by other soldiers.

The middle-aged man who was moaning on the stretcher was also taken aback when he saw Lancer, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

"It looks like I'm going to buy you a drink."

It sounded like a complaint, but in fact there was uncontrollable excitement in his voice, after all, he had already made up his mind to die at first.

And Lancer just responded with a smile.

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Lothar was ready to fight hard when he accepted the order of King Lane to go to the black swamp, but he still underestimated his enemy.

The Black Marsh fell completely, and several more battles took place in the Land of Tears, but the results were not satisfactory.

The proud army of the Stormwind Kingdom was defeated steadily by those orcs, but the only good news is that Lothar has a very rigorous personality. Small to the minimum.

But it is not without good news. Although the battle situation has fallen into a decline, it is not without gaining an advantage in some battlefields, especially a certain man.

"Lancer? People from SI:[-] say that Lordaeron doesn't have such fighters... What's going on?"

That's right, after Lothar noticed Lancer's strength, he ordered SI:[-] to investigate Lancer's information, but unfortunately there was no news at all. Lothar was very puzzled about this. Dan Lun is a descendant of a nobleman who has been deprived of his title of nobility, and with his opponent's skills, he doesn't look like an unknown person no matter how he looks, let alone the suit of armor on his opponent's body is not cheap.

But the doubts are all doubts, the strength of the opponent and it was vividly reflected in the previous battles.

Whether it is charging on the battlefield with a long spear or using special ice magic to create opportunities for others.

A person's strength can be exercised, but cooperation with others requires experience.

'Let's test him first, and if possible, let him settle down in the Kingdom of Stormwind. '

But just as Lothar was thinking about how to recruit Lancer, his messengers rushed into the tent again.

"Marshal, enemy scouts have appeared outside the camp."

"Is it... a scout again?"

Lothar couldn't help frowning after hearing the report from his subordinates.

"I can't retreat any longer. If we retreat again, we will be in the Twilight Forest...Let other troops consolidate the front line. The reinforcements from Stormwind City will come soon. We must not let those green-skinned monsters cross the blockade!"

Before fighting while withdrawing Lothar, there was enough time for his subordinates to notify the nearby villages to evacuate, but if the enemy continued to go deep, both the number of villages that needed to be notified and the damage that the enemy might cause would increase exponentially.

Moreover, Lothar felt a little uneasy. These green-skinned orcs were only active in the black swamp at first, and then they suddenly launched an attack, and now they seem to have the intention to expand...

and many more? !What seems to be overlooked?

Lothar suddenly pulled a pile of documents in front of him. He kept scanning the documents with wide-eyed eyes, and then slapped his head violently.

"Damn!! I actually ignored such an important thing!!"

The number of enemies!