War Stomp

The Knight Order charging headlong showed no sign of stopping. The warhorses carried terrifying momentum as they surged forward, and the sounds of bones and flesh bursting rang out beneath their Iron Hooves. Packed tightly together, the Orcs could barely even turn around to flee.

"There are too many of them, Your Excellency!" a knight near Omsk growled. At this rate, the Knight Order, impeded by corpses and Orcs, would soon lose its high-speed impact.

"All troops! War Stomp!" A glint of cold light flashed in Omsk's eyes. The charge had gone too smoothly, leaving them deep within the enemy ranks. Orcs from all directions could easily entangle them and drag down their speed. Knights without speed were less useful than a group of infantry holding their ground.

"Ha!" The Knights activated their skill, and the warhorses beneath them, attuned to them as one, activated the magic within their bodies as well. Battle Qi mixed with magic power and flowed into the Gale Horses' limbs.

"Boom! Boom!" Explosions rang out one after another. Every hoofbeat unleashed a terrifying shockwave, and shockwaves containing the mixture of Battle Qi and magical beast power battered everything several meters around the point of impact.

"Roar!" The Orcs caught within the range of War Stomp had their internal organs shattered and bodies torn apart. Their armor and weapons were smashed into fragments by the sweeping stomps.

"Raaah!" The enraged Orc Warriors finally caught up. Orc Berserkers, their bodies surging with Battle Qi, charged against the flow of the crowd toward Omsk and the others, wielding massive axes and spiked clubs.

"Pointless struggle!" Omsk snorted coldly and paid no attention to those Orcs seeking death. How could a full-fledged Square Banner Knight Order be shaken by such a pathetic handful? Those Orc Berserkers fighting upstream were