"Old Six" Ambush?

"Cough, cough! Your Highness, is this really okay?" A Lagrange vanguard knight asked Omsk, who was lying prone beside him.

"What's not okay about it? Are you going to charge over there and get yourself killed?" Omsk replied calmly.

Two days earlier, Omsk had already led the Knight Order around behind the Orcs attacking Lulong Fortress. However, cautious as ever, he had not rashly launched a charge, because he had spotted the twenty thousand heavily armored elites the Orcs had hidden away! Unlike the cannon fodder sent in to be expended, these Orcs carrying the banners of Mordor's clans were true Orc elites. Not to mention anything else, they could easily trade themselves for his Square Banner Knight Order—a Knight Order of a hundred men. Omsk wasn't brain-damaged enough to trade his Knight Order for this trash. What a loss that would be!

"Then what do we do?" Before the knight beside him could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Damn it! Lulong Fortress has fallen!" Then they watched as Lulong Fortress's gates were smashed to pieces and crashed down with a clatter.

Oh, hell! We're done for!

"Your Excellency, aren't we going to help?" The Knights who had come to scout with him were nearly crying from anxiety.

"What are you panicking for? How could a three-tiered Lulong Fortress be taken so easily? The real battle has only just begun!" Omsk glanced over calmly. Just as he understood Reno, Reno would never stubbornly fight the Orcs in Lulong Fortress's outer city. They would definitely retreat to the middle city and make it their main battlefield. The moment Omsk had seen Grond, he had realized the outer city was impossible to hold. He didn't believe Reno couldn't see that.

"Then when are we waiting to go...?"

"When these Orc elites