Amid flashing light and explosions, the Orc army immediately fell into chaos. Massive blasts and shockwaves spread in all directions, crashing through the Orc formations like waves. Before those ugly monsters could recover, a flash of sword light cut through the smoke, slicing every obstacle in front of it cleanly in half. Then countless cavalrymen galloped out of the haze and charged toward the Orc army.
The Riders of Rohan drove into the Orc ranks like a sharp blade, brutally tearing them in two. The Orcs could not withstand that fierce impact and instantly scattered, desperately fleeing backward.
"Drive them into the river!"
The old King waved his longsword with high spirits and roared.
"Protect the city, form ranks...!!"
Boom—!!!
Just as the Riders of Rohan regrouped and prepared to charge again, crushing the Orcs completely, a deep war drum suddenly sounded from the rear of the battlefield. Then everyone saw several enormous figures slowly emerge from the dust and smoke behind the fleeing Orcs.
They were war elephants, each four or five stories tall. On their backs, Haradrim covered in war paint beat their drums with all their might and drove the elephants forward in great strides.
"..."
At the sight, the old King's expression immediately turned grave. Those war elephants were simply too terrifying. Their long tusks and thick limbs aside, their sheer height alone inspired fear. Even mounted on horseback, the Riders of Rohan stood no taller than the elephants' legs. Against such monsters, even the bravest cavalry would struggle to fight.
"...Reform the ranks!"
There was no room to retreat now. The old King roared again. Horns soon sounded, and the cavalry, having received their orders, pulled back once more and reformed their lines, preparing to charge the war elephants again.
However, just as the old