The Warg Riders besieging the manor never imagined that someone would launch an attack against them on this isolated plain. The cold gleam of the lances was blinding. Iris Stark was merely an ordinary Second Tier Knight, and the Battle Qi Flame within him was limited, so he did not use a charging skill at all. He relied entirely on his warhorse's momentum as it surged forward!
The thunder of hooves drew the attention of quite a few Warg Riders, but most of them soon turned their eyes back to the manor. Only a dozen or so Warg Riders mounted on Wargs came to meet them. Aside from Iris Stark charging at the forefront, there were only several scattered Armed Herdsmen behind him. These herdsmen rode ordinary packhorses. While the horses could not serve as warhorses, they were fast enough for unarmored herdsmen.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The herdsmen loosely drew their Hunting Bows and began lobbing arrows toward the charging Orcs. Though the Kingdom of Rohan was poor, it could still afford Iron Arrows. It had not fallen so low as the Rangers of the North, who had to use Bone Arrows. At least it had some degree of smelting industry.
"Roar!" A Warg Rider was the first to pounce head-on. The Warg beneath it howled, and the raised blade looked almost dazzling in the early winter light.
"Charge!" Iris Stark grinned savagely as his Battle Qi Flame suddenly flared to life. His warhorse somehow became even faster! Under the horrified gaze of the Orc Warg Rider, the lance in Iris Stark's hand gleamed with the Battle Qi Flame that heralded death!
"Pfft!" As the two riders crossed paths, a dull sound of flesh tearing rang out. After the Warg and warhorse passed one another, the rider on the Warg