Charles's forces split into two groups and charged straight at the enemy.
The cavalry was led by Yvenjieling, while Scorchflame perched atop her head, serving as a witchcraft support unit.
This cavalry force consisted of five hundred men. The remaining two hundred were under Charles's command.
But even five hundred were enough to make the orcs' resource force suffer.
The thunder of iron hooves rang directly in the ears of the orc infantry that had come out to provide support.
At once, the brawny orc commander leading them felt his heart sink.
He and his officers accurately pinpointed the direction from which the cavalry was charging.
"Form a shield wall!"
The orc officers roared. Though the orc soldiers were somewhat panicked, they quickly formed up their shield formations.
Orcs were relatively strong, so their shields were also large.
Moreover, the orcs had fought half-elves all year round, so they had always maintained a high rate of shield-carrying.
There was no helping it. Elves and half-elves were simply too skilled with bows.
Now that the orcs' shield formations had taken shape, they finally felt a little more at ease.
The brawny orc officer continued shouting, "Do not be afraid! The enemy cavalry cannot break through our shield formations!"
The orcs' shield formations were not one massive formation with everyone packed tightly together.
On the contrary, their formation consisted of small squads.
This had a great advantage: their comrades' backs would also be protected by other orcs.
If several hundred men formed one huge formation instead, half-elf cavalry could simply circle around while shooting arrows and attack the enemies from behind.
Now, each small squad of orcs was like a reef about to face crashing tides.
Yvenjieling looked at the enemy formation and sneered. "They still think we're half-elf cavalry!"
Scorchflame planted