The battle began.
Charles grabbed the spellblade at his side.
Among the wolf cavalry of the Howling Sons of the Wilderness, there were five second-rank orcs and more than a dozen first-rank ones.
In terms of high-end combat power, they outnumbered Charles's side.
On Charles's side, only Molly and Erika were first-rank, while the second-rank fighters were only Charles, Bruce, and Scorchflame.
But the orcs were all combat professionals, whereas Charles's side consisted mostly of wizards. Their fighting strength naturally could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Hidden among the cavalry, Erika and Molly continuously cast witchcraft, specifically picking out the first-rank orcs within the crowd.
As for Scorchflame, he was Charles's soul companion. He could fully cast the witchcraft Charles had mastered, and his combat power was not the least bit inferior to that of a powerful second-rank wizard.
Streams of witchcraft were cast by Scorchflame as well.
Charles led the cavalry backward. Guided by Charles's spiritual power, several nearby squads of human cavalry continuously circled the wolf riders and fired at them from afar.
Close combat?
There was no need for close combat at all.
Mounted archery was enough.
Once they entered close combat, the human cavalry's advantage would be diminished.
Yet the battlefield was only so large. Even with all their maneuvering, a small portion of the cavalry would inevitably be forced into close-range clashes.
The moment the human cavalry appeared, Gash Bloodtooth, the wolf cavalry commander, knew he had fallen into an ambush.
But when he saw that the enemy was all human cavalry, he immediately burst into laughter. "If they were half-elf cavalry, I might have been worried."
"What is there to fear from a pack of useless humans!"
"Charge through and tear them apart!"
The wolf cavalry's short-distance burst was no weaker than