Archdemon

The old Orc general on the command platform looked at his reserve troops, who had almost no power to fight back and were defeated by one blow.

There were less than 40% of the defensive soldiers left on the defensive position, and the others had died in battle.

And the remaining soldiers did not survive, and there were more skeleton cavalrymen following the Terror Knight.

These skeleton cavalrymen were like sickles, clearing the remaining Orc infantry directly like mowing grass.

And they continued to rush towards the long-range positions in the rear without stopping.

"Puff!..."

The old Orc general looked at this scene and felt a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

This Orc reserve army is not a cannon fodder unit, but an elite unit of the Short Blade Clan, the headquarters unit.

This unit had made great achievements in other battlefields, but when it was pulled to this battlefield, it did not play any role at all, and almost all of them were killed in battle.

And this is just the beginning, and the painful things for this old general are still to come.

In front of the cavalry, there was an almost defenseless half-orc ranged force.

These ranged forces, with thin armor and no equipment to defend against cavalry, were like a piece of soft and delicious fresh meat placed in front of the cavalry.

One by one, the ranged positions were easily crushed by these cavalry. The knights did not even need to attack, they just needed to lay down their lances and charge directly, leaving only layers of corpses on the spot.

A team of cavalry lost their charging speed and was blocked by the half-orcs in front. They had no intention of fighting with them at all, and pulled away directly from the side.

Not far behind, a whole team of heavy cavalry had already rushed over, and their soul fire was burning, providing enough power for their charge.

With enough acceleration distance, this heavy cavalry directly crashed through the half-orc ranged force position.

The half-orcs who dared to resist suffered heavy casualties, and corpses were everywhere.

A team of skeleton cavalry was about to rush towards a team of half-orc archers.

As a result, a powerful war sorcery, green to black, exploded directly in front of the skeleton cavalry.

"Boom!"

"Sizzle!"

The skeleton cavalry in the front row was directly blown to pieces, and the skeleton cavalry in the back was also corroded by the thick voodoo magic, and bubbles were corroded on the bones.

This attack killed thirty or forty skeleton cavalry and stopped their charge.

But in a shaman spellcaster's spell formation not far away, the leading golden-level half-orc shaman had an extremely ugly face.

This was a war sorcery they had prepared for a long time. If the enemy was half-orc cavalry, or troops of other races.

This war sorcery could kill at least more than two hundred enemies, and it could also make the same number of enemies lose their combat effectiveness for a short time.

But now, these rotten undead paid only a very small price to survive the attack of this war sorcery.

The attack of this spellcaster also attracted enemies to them and brought disaster to themselves.

A team of 100 horror knights were ready to go, and the four hooves of the nightmare war horses under their crotch were burning with hellfire, as if they were galloping on a road of fire.

The various blessing spells on these cavalrymen made their charge more powerful, and they also had the high-level magic-breaking vanguard magic-breaking spell.

With the help of the powerful impact force, this cavalry directly shattered the witchcraft shield outside the shamans' spellcasting position.

Without the protection of the war shield, this group of shamans was like fish belly on the chopping board.

The gold-level shaman looked at the war witchcraft shield that was shattered like glass and shouted in horror: "No!!!"

Their fate was doomed after the outer witchcraft shield was destroyed.

The combined fear aura of the horror knights instantly defeated their fighting spirit and morale, and even the gold-level shamans were dazed for a while.

During this time, the Terror Knights had enough time to rush into the spellcaster position, and the shamans were pierced and killed by the Terror Knights' lances.

The entire position was littered with corpses, and the Terror Knights swept through the spellcaster position like a black whirlwind.

This is just a microcosm of the battlefield in the rear.

In the twenty-mile-long battlefield in the rear, groups of cavalry rushed forward like piranhas in the river, and then bit off the flesh of teams of long-range orcs.

Or they killed the spellcaster shamans in the mushroom-like spellcaster positions.

The fierce battle in the rear also made the orc infantry in the front panic, even though these infantry had not been attacked from behind by the cavalry.

Under the command of the orcsOn the high platform, there were still several undead of the holy domain besieging. The heavy weapons in their hands splashed with power to attack, and the witchcraft shield on the command platform trembled.

A witchcraft message was delivered to the hands of the Orc cavalry in front. These cavalry were entangled with another skeleton cavalry combat division.

But now the Orc general could not care about the front row. He needed to mobilize this batch of cavalry to rescue the long-range troops in the back row.

Otherwise, if these undead cavalry were allowed to wreak havoc in the rear, the entire battlefield would not last long.

After receiving the order, the general of the Orc cavalry looked at the skeleton cavalry of more than 10,000 people on the opposite side with extreme fear.

These cavalry maintained a loose formation, and teams of cavalry were cruising, but their eyes were always fixed on this Orc cavalry unit.

The Orc cavalry general knew that as long as he took away all the cavalry, or only a large part of the cavalry, these skeleton cavalry would pounce on him like hungry wolves.

The combat effectiveness and tactics of this skeleton cavalry are extremely advanced. In the previous confrontation, the Orc cavalry did not gain any benefits at all.

"Leave one-third of the cavalry, and the rest will follow me to rescue the rear!" The Orc general closed his eyes in pain as he looked at Wushu Chuanxu who kept urging him.

He left one-third of the cavalry and handed the command to his deputy general. Then he turned around with the other 12,000 cavalry and galloped towards the rear.

After this cavalry unit left, the skeleton cavalry on the opposite side moved at the first time.

In Huo Ling's army, in the command center far behind, Ren Jingchen smiled. In front of him was a huge magic sand table, and the situation of the surrounding battlefield was in full view.

He pushed forward several cavalry-like chess pieces in his hand and surrounded the thousands of unlucky Orc cavalry who stayed behind from several directions.

On the left wing, he also had a combat division of skeleton cavalry, a full 10,000 cavalry, with advantages in combat effectiveness and quantity.