At this moment, even the refugees from Silvermoon City knew that it was time to make a last stand with their backs to the river!
Against the mobility of Orc wolf cavalry, once the defensive line collapsed, all that awaited them would be endless slaughter!
Huozi did not even need to warn them. As the absurdly massive frost wolves leaped before them, they could clearly see the bloodshot eyes and bared fangs of the beasts.
That terrifying psychological pressure made everyone instinctively raise the weapons in their hands!
They were their only support.
And at this moment, the temporary earthen slope, hastily piled up and reinforced with magic, played a decisive strategic role.
Without this absolute elevation advantage on the battlefield, the wolf riders could easily cross the Gnolls' and Dwarves' line, charge behind it, and use their tremendous kinetic energy to harvest the relatively vulnerable militia formations.
But on such a slope, unless they risked charging up the embankment before jumping, they could only slam headlong into the tower shields wedged between the Gnolls and Duergar, bristling with sharp spears!
A ceaseless string of dull thud thud thud thud sounds nearly echoed across the entire eight-hundred-meter pass defense line.
Amid spurting blood, those sounds were not only spears plunging into frost wolves and Orcs, but also the violent impacts of Gnolls and Duergar crashing against their tower shields!
The frost wolves of the northern lands were even larger than some ordinary grizzly bears, often weighing around 0.23 tons. The force they generated when charging at full speed and swinging their massive claws was likely no weaker than being hit head-on by a sedan traveling at fifty kilometers per hour on Blue Star.
In the very first wave, Minas Tirith's temporary defensive line was battered into a crooked mess by