472. Time to Kill

"Such a tiny handful of people could climb up the walls?" Landen, flying through the air, was rather angry. The towering walls he had built were supposed to be a defensive system, yet now they had become nothing more than a hillside.

"My Lord, our giant crossbows fire too slowly, and the orcs on the other side were far too agile. We couldn't hit them." The Senior Knight defending the city, Alf Fate, looked somewhat ashamed. As the captain of over a hundred cavalrymen, he had nearly let a few dozen orcs break through the city.

"You weren't suited to fighting on the walls to begin with. Call up all the cavalry and follow me out to kill!" Landen was ready to teach the small tribes by the river a lesson. Not every random thing should be able to shit and piss on his head.

Under Blaze's dispatching, all the Black-Scaled Horses quickly gathered with the Knight Order and cavalry unit. At the western border, the standing Knight Order had reached 100 knights, while even more Barbarian Cavalry formed the cavalry unit.

Less than half an hour after the orcs left, nearly 200 riders charged out through the pass gates and rushed west along the valley straight to the riverside. At this time, the remnants of the orcs who had withdrawn from the walls had only just crossed the river. The river was not shallow, and the water's surface was dozens of meters wide.

The cavalry's cries echoed through the valley. The orc tribes on the far bank had long since sent out reinforcements, guarding the area near the riverbank.

"Chief? Those barbarians really dare come out of the valley?" a Half-Lion of the Canzong Tribe asked his chief.

"The Great Sage said they would." The chief nodded. "The moment