But under Thrall's command, the Orcs did not waver and maintained their tight formation.
Seeing that the Orcs remained unmoved, the centaurs launched an attack after several rounds of provocation. The leading group of centaurs suddenly sprinted forward, closing in on the Orc formation. Then they raised their javelins, preparing to use them for a ranged assault.
But before they could finish gathering strength, a black iron lump flew out from the Orc formation, hissing as black smoke poured from it.
"What is that?" The centaurs could not understand why the enemy had thrown a smoking iron lump that appeared incapable of causing any harm. Was it some new weapon?
Before they could figure it out, the iron lump exploded among them.
A flash of white light came with a thunderous blast, and flying fragments tore through the herd.
The centaurs closest to it were ripped into pieces, while those farther away each found several fragments of cast iron from Theramore embedded in their bodies.
"Ah!" The centaurs' screams filled the plains as blood soaked the dry earth.
The centaurs killed on the spot at least felt no pain, but the wounded writhed on the ground in their death throes.
When the centaur main force saw the vanguard's miserable state, they immediately stopped in fright. They looked at their companions in panic, unsure what to do. Advancing might bring an attack from the Orcs' terrifying weapon, while retreating would mean losing the centaurs' martial spirit. In the end, they could only stand frozen where they were.
The centaur warrior leading them had already fallen in the explosion. The remaining several dozen centaurs hesitated indecisively.
Seizing the opportunity, Thrall went forward alone and shouted to the centaurs in their own language, "Centaur warriors, the gods have blessed the Orcs and bestowed