Cavalry Torrent was a second-circle witchcraft spell that could summon a wave of charging cavalry phantoms.
They had no combat ability, but they could enhance the allied forces around them.
Every cavalryman felt that, at that moment, his charging speed had increased by at least twenty percent.
The strength behind all their attacks grew, making their strikes even more powerful.
Under this witchcraft spell, all cavalry could ignore any obstruction that was not created by witchcraft.
In other words, ordinary cheval-de-frise and pit traps would be utterly useless against them. The cavalry charge would race forward as though on level ground.
Only terrain disruptions created through witchcraft, divine arts, and the like could stop them.
The orc leader shouted, "Enemy attack!"
His roar was like thunder, instantly startling awake every orc still asleep.
But waking up did not mean they could immediately join the battle.
The surroundings were pitch-black, lit only by a few dim bonfires.
Not every orc possessed darkvision. That was a privilege reserved for powerful orcs.
The other orcs could only make out what was nearby in the darkness.
The human cavalry were the same, but the difference was that every rider only needed to keep close to his companions.
"Rumble!"
Iron hooves thundered across the ground with the sound of mountains collapsing and seas roaring. Though there were only fifty riders, their noise was incomparably violent in the silent night.
Scorchflame coiled around Charles's shoulder and cast several witchcraft spells in succession.
Several enormous water balls condensed and shot out, smashing apart the bonfires in the orc camp and extinguishing them.
The orc camp was plunged into darkness once more.
Bruce rode a gray rhinoceros, layered with multiple witchcraft enhancements. At that moment, he was like a great fortune crashing into the orc ranks.
The cavalry