Chapter 193 Knight's Death

"Woo-woo-woo--"

"Boom-boom."

As the horn sounded, well-trained knights gathered on their mounts.

Commander Gavinrad, who was supposed to be on the top of the city, was also wearing armor and riding a warhorse like them.

At this time, he did not say anything to inspire the army, nor did he promise any rewards to boost morale.

Since Emperor Thoradin, human knights have always been the vanguard of the human race and the last barrier of the human race. When the empire was first established, it was they who fought with the trolls and made the Amani defeated at the foot of Stromgarde.

During the Troll War, it was they who bought time for the mages in Mount Alterac and burned the enemy. It was also they who covered the rear after the Troll War and followed General Lordain to preserve the victory of the coalition.

For thousands of years, the reputation of human knights has spread throughout the continent with the expansion of the human race, and now, in front of Stormwind City, they believe that they can still defend this land like their ancestors.

Gavinrad ordered his attendants to raise the lion flag of Stormwind Kingdom. The golden lion head shone brightly under the sun.

All the knights united under this flag. These thousands of knights were the last force of the kingdom in Stormwind City.

They faced the gap in the city wall and opened up their battle formation.

The knights looked from afar and saw the orc army in front of them. The orcs' artillery fire and killing made this beautiful city devastated. I don't know how many lives were tragically killed here, and how many families were separated.

Stormwind City was burning. The orcs' cavalry had crossed the walls of Stormwind City and destroyed all the defenses on their walls. The bloody wind blew through the city - it was like a purgatory on earth.

And all this was because of those orcs!

Thanks to those orcs, the kingdom suffered the greatest disaster in a hundred years, no, since its establishment. The knights held their swords and guns tightly, pulled the reins of their war horses, and glared at every brown-skinned beast that rushed into the city.

They were all waiting for the commander's order. As long as Gavinrad gave the order, they would avenge their dead comrades.

Finally, as the tribe's artillery pushed shells out of the barrel, they flew across the sky and hit Stormwind City, splashing the mud and gravel like raindrops.

Under the sunlight, the city was already a stage built by artillery and flames, with only roars and killing sounds as accompaniment.

The stage has been set up, and the music has reached its climax. Now is the time for the actors to appear.

Gavinrad strengthened his determination to attack. The knights' spears and shining armor were polished to a shine, emitting a chilling light. The priests prayed devoutly and blessed these knights who were likely to make a charge that would never return.

Suddenly, Gavinrad roared, "For the honor of the king!"

The thousand knights behind him also roared, "For Stormwind!"

The shouts resounded throughout the city. This was their announcement of the attack. Before the echo faded, the knights urged their horses to gallop towards the orcs.

Through the smoke and avoiding the shells.

Although some people died in the tribe's guns and cannons, no one slowed down. They were determined to die to fight for the last glimmer of hope for the city.

Fearless and brave.

As they gradually approached the orcs, they began to move closer, slowly bent down, and pointed their spears at the orcs.

The orcs were not unprepared.

One by one, the soldiers raised their shields to form a shield formation, and one by one, they raised their spears to deal with the knights. Under their protection, the musketeers kept firing deadly projectiles.

Dense projectiles like raindrops streaked through the air, leaving a trail of smoke and attacking the charging knights.

Many knights fell off their horses, but more knights killed the orcs.

Facing these armored phalanxes, they not only did not avoid them, but instead accelerated with indifferent expressions on their faces, and rammed into the orcs fiercely.

Needless to say, the power brought by the lance charge is naturally powerful.

Under such a strong impact, even the orcs wearing Blackstone armor were pierced by the knights like paper.

I saw a black shadow passing by, and I don’t know how many orcs who didn’t have time to react could no longer close their terrified eyes.

Destroying with withered and rotten, unstoppable, at this moment, no praise is enough to describe these knights. If you have to say it, it should be said that they brought a new idiom to the orcs.

"Stormwind Knights."

The neighing of war horses, the breaking of spears, the collision of metals, and the wailing of piercing flesh and blood were heard for a while.

Blackhand laughed, "Come on!"

He longed for a strong enemy, and only by defeating a strong enemy could he show his strength. He raised his dark hand, "Where are the wolf cavalry of the tribe!?"

"We can't let the human cavalry act recklessly, wolf cavalry, charge!"

Blackhand rode on the wolf and led the wolf cavalry armed with swords and heavy armor to launch a counterattack.

"Sword? Change it to a spear!" Blackhand shouted angrily. At this time, in the tribal army, the orc wolf cavalry generally had two weapon options, one was the traditional orc raider, using a sword, and the other was the shock cavalry that Nergo used when he conquered the ogres.

"They challenged us with lances, and I must respond." Blackhand waved his weapon and led the cavalry to charge at the human knights with a shout.

On the way to the charge, Blackhand watched the human knights chasing the orc soldiers one by one, and a wave of hatred surged in his heart.

Orcs are not so easy to kill, and the tribes are not so easy to lose.

I don't believe that you can still be made of steel and iron?

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After a while, the two cavalry teams met completely, and the eyes of both sides were only on the riders on the opposite side.

Without anyone to command, they spontaneously charged at the enemy.

Thousands of horses galloped, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Blackhand smashed a knight with a hammer, and then saw a knight not far away stabbed a wolf cavalryman to death with a gun, dragged him far away, and even broke his spear due to too much strength, but then he threw away the broken spear, drew out the steel sword, and prepared to continue attacking the remaining frightened orcs.

My enemy is him! Blackhand smashed the horse of the knight who blocked the road with a hammer, and the huge power smashed the horse's head into pieces, and the knight on it was also trampled to death by the running wolf cavalryman because of falling off the horse.

Blackhand didn't know the human language, but his continuous charge towards the knight still attracted the man's attention.

Gavinrad kicked his own warhorse hard to make it run quickly. He wanted to kill himself, but coincidentally, I also wanted to kill you.

He arrived and began to swing his weapon, and his long sword was about to chop Blackhand's head.

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell." Blackhand swung the hammer and smashed the steel sword to pieces, then he stretched out his rock arm, grabbed Gavinrad, and strangled him to death.

Then? Looking at the remaining knights, Blackhand announced coldly, "Kill them all."

There is no greater respect for an enemy worth fighting than this.

Blackhand thought so, then urged the wolf to run to the next target.