Power of the Ninth Ring

Thud!

After the Kadan Light Cavalry wiped out the Orcs' few remaining Warg Riders, no one could restrain these runaway wild horses anymore. They used Lobbing Shots to suppress the Orc formation, then a squad of cavalry charged swiftly up to the Orc shield wall and, using their momentum and the speed of their mounts, hurled their deadly javelins!

Ice through the heart, spirits taking flight! The Orcs who had just gotten themselves strung up like candied hawthorns wanted to cry but had no tears... because the Centaurs were back! Though Centaur Meteor Shower was on cooldown and the Centaurs could no longer turn into little motors to "recharge" the Orcs, those volleys of arrows were still unbearable! They were like a damn eraser, wiping out a small patch every time! Death was not scary! What was scary was knowing you were going to die and still having to wait for it!

It was not as if the Orcs had never tried to fight back. Well... they had tried. Their graves were already waiting! Seriously, who understood? Were those Centaurs in heavy armor really not some kind of tin-can Knights? Damn, they were tough as nails! Worse, they were ridiculously agile! Like nimble dogs racing across the grasslands! Impossible to catch!

But those were merely festering parasites—painful, but not instantly fatal. Then the Orcs looked up and—oh, hell! The Dragon Knights had arrived! Although Dragon Knights and Dragon Riders made little difference to the Orcs, certain people were already sweating buckets. Right, Uwasa?

Caslo was brimming with spirit. All the frustration he had suffered over by the Grey Mountains would soon be vented here! With that thought, rider and dragon became one in mind, and the thrill of release swept through them.

Whoosh! A black streak skimmed past rider and