"Probably. These Warg Riders aren't cabbages! If a clan suddenly loses so many Warg Riders, how is that any different from dying?" Okrian-Lujin shook his head. Though Warg Riders were not necessarily Professional Soldiers, even ordinary Warg Riders were considered high-end fighting strength among the Orcs. At the very least, against the ordinary territories of Rohan and Gondor, the twin stars of the south, they held an overwhelming advantage. After all, the southern minor nobles could not even muster many armed heavy cavalry...
Only after seeing it in person did Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso realize just how vast the gap was between Lagrange's landed barons and the landed barons of the western world. In the age of empires, Border Barons capable of supporting a Square Banner Knight Order were not uncommon. A Border Baron in the western world who could raise a hundred armed militiamen was already considered exceptionally martial...
"Damn it! What is that?" The scar on Meige Lanxinghai's face twisted together. The suddenly appearing cavalry had completely thrown him into a panic, because Warg Riders had few natural enemies. Aside from Professional Soldiers and those walking iron cans, organized cavalry was one of them!
"We have to act. Those brats are too useless!" Meige Lanxinghai's face darkened. Those Warg Riders were the foundation of his power. Although, as a Sixth Tier, he stood at the peak of the clan, loyal subordinates were not so easy to cultivate. If too many died at once, it would hurt him dearly. A Sixth Tier could not handle everything personally, after all; he needed underlings to display his status.
"Trash!" With that thought, Meige Lanxinghai mounted his Warg and charged downhill. The Warg's black mane streamed through the white snow-laden wind.
"Boys! Kill!" Meige Lanxinghai swiftly closed in on the city wall,