"Ah!"
"Argh!"
"Bastard!" The sound of bones breaking rang out.
The Knight Order arrived in an instant. Sharp Steel Lances struck the Orc ranks first, and the shrill scraping, miserable howls, and teeth-grinding cracks of breaking bones all spoke of the war's brutality...
"Stop them!" Onavil, who had just escaped the tornado, had lost his previous splendor. His heavy armor was covered in cuts torn open by wind blades, with blood continuously seeping from the wounds. Though he looked miserable, his injuries were not serious—almost all of them were superficial.
"Punch through them!" Roland shouted as he spurred his horse onward.
Heavy Iron Hooves mercilessly trampled the ragged Orcs, slicing through them as smoothly as a hot knife through butter. The tightly packed Orcs did nothing to slow the Knight Order's charge. Deafening hoofbeats drowned out the Orcs' clamor as Orc after Orc was pierced by lances or crushed beneath the horses, yet the Orc army continued to encircle them in an endless stream.
"Don't let them surround us! We can't lose our speed!" Reno roared as he swung his lance, sweeping through the Orcs.
"We'll break out through the flank!" Roland turned his horse's head and charged toward the side.
"The Orcs are coming! Everyone, get ready!" Valfay calmly watched the approaching Orc army and waved for all soldiers capable of ranged attacks to prepare.
"Loose!" With a sweep of Valfay's hand, a rain of arrows descended from the sky. Hundreds of steel arrows fell from above, and the Orc vanguard collapsed in droves.
"Your Majesty! The Orcs are attacking the infantry!" Reno looked back and discovered that the Orcs had decisively abandoned the highly mobile Knight Order and turned to encircle the infantry instead.
"Where's Caslo?" Roland looked up, only to find that the dragon had