What is the most terrifying thing about cavalry?
Undoubtedly, it is the unmatched impact force after they accelerate. Heavy cavalry is even more terrifying; a charging heavy cavalry unit is a torrent of steel.
At this moment, Lancer, holding a steel lance, was only one person, but charging from the hillside, he became a sharp dagger piercing the enemy's heart. Before him was a tightly closed wooden gate. Without a doubt, even if Lancer could destroy it, his momentum would be greatly reduced, but ——————
"Boom!!!"
With a huge explosion, the two wooden gates were directly shattered into pieces, and Lancer himself charged straight into the camp from outside the gate without the slightest hesitation. The Orc sentries who were originally standing on the watchtowers were stunned and at a loss for what to do.
The commotion Lancer caused when he launched his charge was not small, and the vigilant Orc sentries naturally noticed it. However, they paid no attention to Lancer solo, death-seeking charge into the camp. In fact, several sentries closer to him laughed loudly at Lancer. But when the gate was blown up and Lancer charged headlong into the camp ——————
"Wuu~ Wuu~ Wuu~"
A low horn sound immediately followed.
If it were just a single human, there would be no need for an alarm, but the camp gate was now destroyed. If they didn't signal, they would probably be hanged alive afterward.
For Orc warriors, death was not scary, but they sought a glorious death in battle, not being hanged alive for making a mistake. This dishonorable death did not align with their pursuit.
Just as Lancer was drawing all the attention, Lothar, who followed closely behind, also entered the camp using the smoke and debris for cover, but his direction was diametrically opposite to Lancer.
After Lancer charged headlong into the heart of the camp, Lothar hid in a shadow and pulled out the 'button' Lancer had given him.
"Click~!"
After pressing the button —
"Bang~! Bang~!"
...
Intense, dense explosions constantly sounded within the camp, and the faces of the human soldiers who were originally leaning against the prison bars revealed expressions of wild joy.
There was no doubt that no matter how careful Lancer and Lothar were while installing the explosives, they could not completely avoid the eyes of the people in the cages. And Lancer had underestimated Lothar's prestige. Most of them were extremely excited upon seeing Lothar, but Lothar quieted them down with just a few words. They trusted Lothar wholeheartedly.
Later, even when Lancer acted alone and produced a badge representing Stormwind City, those soldiers would gradually calm down after their initial excitement.
'The Kingdom of Stormwind... I really want to go and see it closely. What kind of nation could have such soldiers...'
And now, with Lothar's detonation, those soldiers knew that their Marshal had come to rescue them!
"Bang!!"
Due to the minimal amount of explosives used, so as not to harm the soldiers in the cages, the connecting parts were blown open. Everyone quickly broke through the wooden bars and rushed out.
If there were only two or three people, it would be fine, but dozens of cages were detonated at the same time. When the people saw others who had also escaped, their faces showed expressions of relief after narrowly escaping death, but just at this moment ——————
"Warriors of the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
Lothar, who was somehow standing on top of a cage, raised the 'Great Royal Sword' that symbolized honor and shouted the slogan that had been passed down for untold generations.
"For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
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After charging into the encirclement of a group of patrol soldiers, Lancer also heard the explosion behind him. He knew that the first phase of the plan had been completed, so he no longer entangled himself with the soldiers around him, as his job as 'bait' was finished.
「Sweep the Thousand Armies」
The giant lance, as if carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, slashed a semi-circle around him. The Orc soldiers who had managed to get close to him were instantly thrown away, and Lancer did not hesitate to turn his spear and charge straight toward another direction.
Soon, he saw a group of human soldiers wielding logs and attacking the Orc overseers.
He threw the Orc who seemed to be the leader into the air with a thrust of his spear, then raised his lance high.
"Marshal Lothar is straight ahead! Follow me!!"
After he spoke, the soldiers who were originally venting their anger by beating the Orcs followed closely. During this time, Lancer also destroyed many cages holding people of different races. Although they looked strange, Lancer understood the phrase, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'
By the time he led the group and regrouped with Lothar, over three hundred captured warriors and nearly half of the foreign race warriors had been rescued.
"I need some time to retrieve weapons, Lothar, it's up to you next!"
Lancer 'weapons box' was not a combat skill that could be used instantly. Strictly speaking, it was a 'logistical' one, because it required some time to 'cast' before he could retrieve what he needed. At this moment, he desperately wished he had a skill that could summon items instantly, but for such an ability, he could only rely on fate.
Although he was thinking about strange things, the movements of his hands did not slow down at all. As the half-person tall weapons box was summoned, Lancer began taking out a large amount of leather armor, one-handed swords, one-handed hammers, long spears, bows, arrows, and even food.
Undoubtedly, Lancer possessed a lot of points, but even so, fully arming everyone was impossible. But the good news was that Lothar had informed Lancer that the 'outpost forces' had set up many secret supply caches in the Black Morass, and Lancer previous departure was to collect those supplies. Undoubtedly, they were now serving their purpose.
Lothar stood at the front of the team, and the armed soldiers behind him followed closely, charging to the front line. The soldiers who were still alive were basically elites, as the weak ones had been killed directly in previous battles. Only those soldiers who persisted until defeat were taken captive by the Orcs. Now, carrying the shame of capture, they were reborn through fire.
In just a few minutes, the originally ragged captives were once again transformed into warriors.
And what was even more unexpected happened.
Lancer also distributed weapons to those foreign races. Among them, more than ten foreign individuals who looked rather unique began chanting spells under the protection of others.
"..."
With a string of strange language, a brilliant white light sprinkled onto everyone's bodies, and many soldiers felt the pain in their bodies alleviate.
"The Holy Light?!"
Lothar looked at the strange foreign individuals with disbelief.
As a warrior of the Kingdom of Stormwind, he was very familiar with the 'Holy Light,' but he hadn't expected there to be 'Priests' among those foreign races.
But surprise was quickly replaced by excitement, because he knew that with the support of Priests, the army could unleash 100%, no! Even 120% of its combat power!
At this moment, he couldn't spare the time to think about why these strange races had Priests, who were extremely rare even in the Kingdom of Stormwind, because following the previous commotion, the Orcs gathered in the clearing had already reacted and were rushing toward their location.
The real fierce battle had just begun.