At dawn, the eastern horizon was swallowed by a moving shadow. Alba's Golden Tent War Chariot gleamed in the morning light, sixteen pure-black War Horses pulling the mobile palace as its wheels rolled over the earth, making the ground tremble.
The main Orc army surged forward like a black tide!
The central formation was the most imposing. At the very front was a phalanx of heavily armored infantry. These elite Orc warriors wore armor and carried enormous shields as tall as a man, forming a moving metal wall. Their orderly footsteps made the ground tremble faintly, while the steel forest of battle-axes and spears flashed with the light of death in the morning sun.
Close behind came the cavalry—heavily armored Orc knights. Their mounts were all carefully selected steppe War Horses, and their barding was hung with spoils from countless battles. The knights wielded three-meter-long heavy lances, while the scabbards of their Curved Blades at their waists were inlaid with the skulls of their enemies.
Between these elite troops, massive horses slowly dragged the Siege Weapons forward. These beasts, twice the size of ordinary War Horses, were clad in iron armor, and every step they took made the earth tremble. They were hauling not only catapults, but also three siege towers fifteen meters high. The towers were covered in soaked rawhide to protect them against fire attacks.
The left wing consisted of light cavalry. They rode agile steppe horses, carried powerful bows on their backs, and wore Curved Blades at their waists. These mounted scouts spread out like dark clouds, ready to envelop the enemy's flank at any moment.
The right wing consisted of human auxiliary troops who had surrendered—the rebellious lords from the Yellow Earth Land leading their own private soldiers. The Bradley Family's banner was particularly conspicuous. Beneath