Chapter 82 Little Piercer

Nergo was in a forest. He and his cavalry had been hiding in the forest and waiting for the opportunity. Listening to the wails and bloodshed in the wind, Nergo seemed to have seen the screams of the saber-tooth tigers.

"That's what I like about you." Nergo sighed.

Looking back, these cavalrymen were looking at him from behind, as if asking when to charge.

Nergo suppressed the sigh in his heart and said to the cavalry: "Get ready. If it's later, we won't be needed."

The cavalry looked at each other, not understanding why they said this.

Nergo did not explain, but just ordered: "All cavalry will immediately mount their mounts and pick up their lances upon hearing the order."

Nergo looked at his cavalry team and licked his lips at this time. The victory of this battle was determined. It would be better if Lingya died too.

However, it is always easy to overturn when opening champagne in midfield. In order to prevent overturning, his cavalry must give the saber-tooth tiger a fatal blow.

The cavalry's attack speed was very fast. The wolves of Draenor were always famous for their speed and heavy load. However, the orcs deliberately controlled the speed and maintained the rhythm. Nergo drove the warg while letting out a war cry in the orc language.

The same was true for the cavalry who heard the war cry. They imitated the commanders they followed and let out waves of war cries.

This made Lingya feel a little uneasy.

He grabbed a tribesman next to him and asked, "Did you hear it? What was that sound?"

The tribesman was a little flustered, and he was speechless because he was already nervous.

"Humph!" Lingya threw him away and looked at the camp that was still guarding the camp with a somewhat ugly expression.

"That seems to be the war cry of an orc." At this time, a saber-tooth tiger man next to him said with a frightened face: "lok-tar, it is victory, it is victory in the orc language. We can't win, run away..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at this somewhat collapsed guy and tore his throat with a claw of his spiritual fangs.

With a ferocious expression on his face, he looked at the saber-toothed tigers around him and said, "Come for me! There is no way there are reinforcements. They are all here. As long as we work harder, their camp will surely fall!"

"lok—tar, ogar!"

The sound became clearer and clearer, and the soldiers around him became more and more panicked.

Looking at the exhausted soldiers around him who were as tired as weeds, Lingya closed his eyes.

Where did she get the reinforcements?

Could it be the cavalry! Lingya's eyes widened and he shouted: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

At this time, it was no longer just one or two people who heard the war cry.

Every saber-tooth tiger who heard the war cry lost all courage and fell into a rout, while the orcs who heard the sound had their morale soared, crushing the enemies step by step with a combination of large shields and short swords.

When the cavalry troops approached the battlefield, this was what Nergo saw. Hundreds of Saber-tooth Khajiits fled in all directions like frightened birds.

In this case, Nergo immediately spotted the largest and most conspicuous saber-tooth tiger man among the crowd.

He held a staff with a skull in his hand, and even when he was retreating, he did not forget to command the saber-tooth tigers around him.

Nergo slowly raised his spear and ordered: "Everyone, pick up your spears!"

Hearing this, the cavalrymen tucked their four-meter-long lances under their arms and commanded their mounts to adjust their speed and pace for a rhythmic canter.

Where has Ling Ya seen such a scene? These cavalry were like a spiked iron wall, just like their buildings, impossible to break through.

The pursuing orc infantry and the cavalry behind him had formed a crushing wall, and sadly they were the ones being crushed.

In the battlefield, Nergo didn't care about anything or listened to anything. He just stared at Lingya. As long as he died, his army would pursue the victory and the saber-tooth tiger people who were already in chaos would not be able to resist. force.

At that time, the entire Blade Fang Throat will be his!

"charge!"

Nergo suddenly gave an order, and he let out a deafening roar. Everyone began to sprint, focusing the unstoppable impact on the tip of the spear. Any enemy who stood in the way of these cavalry sprints, whether they were ordinary tribesmen or ordinary tribesmen, Scartooth warriors who pride themselves on their bravery, no matter whether they have no armor and only have animal skins to cover their bodies, or they are fully armed with armor, the lances will pierce their flesh and blood, and no enemy can withstand this blow. .

These saber-toothed tigers who lacked equipment, were in a loose formation, and relied solely on their bravery were attacked by terrifying cavalry that they had never seen in their lives.

No matter who it is, all living beings are equal in front of the lance, even the terrifying leader of spellcasters. His bone armor did not save his life.

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Nergo looked at the dead bodies around him and felt indescribable joy in his heart. This excitement made his body even tremble slightly.

The ground was littered with broken lances and saber-toothed tigers pierced by the spear points. Broken limbs and corpses were scattered all over the place. The ground was dyed red. Even so, there was still blood gushing out.

This is what Sylvanas saw when she came over.

Nergo's lance had long been shattered by the huge impact. He was holding a monster sword in his hand. The skull on it greedily sucked the blood from the blade like a demon's magic weapon.

Wait, that seems to be the devil's weapon.

"Yes." Sylvanas nodded. She saw the impact of these cavalry. Although they were facing a panic-stricken defeated army, she guessed that even fully armed human infantry would not have a much better ending than them.

"You go and move all these corpses away and burn them." Sylvanas said to several laborers.

As an undead, she knew more about the harm that the piled up dead would do to the living.

"Wait." Nergo suddenly had an idea and stopped Sylvanas' order to burn the corpses.

He stood up, wiped the blood off his face, and smiled.

"I have a better idea."

"What are you going to do?" Sylvanas looked at him and asked. If he was an undead, then it would be understandable, after all, these corpses were soldiers and weapons. If he was a troll, he would also understand, because the corpses would also be resurrected as warriors by voodoo, but he was an orc. Orcs also had this kind of witchcraft?

Nergo whispered, "They could have been more useful, but now..."

"Pass on my order, bring all the intact bodies to Bladefang's Maw." Nergo's voice became louder and louder, "Steel their bodies with spears! Let the guys in the valley see what happens when they disobey me!"

"Especially him." Nergo kicked Lingya's head, and the head that had long lost its life still had a trace of unbelievable fear in its eyes.