Chapter 250: Scorching Flames, Crushing Bones and Raising Ashes

On the vast grassland of Rohan.

Five hundred fully armed cavalrymen galloped past, not only holding spears, but each of them was also equipped with corresponding flails and bows and arrows.

Especially the bows and arrows, which fully utilized the mobility of the cavalry.

The horses trampled and the dust flew.

After these cavalrymen galloped for about half an hour, the whole team scattered. The 500 cavalrymen, obeying orders, suddenly turned into five hundred-man teams and began to explore the surroundings.

As the commander, Théodred knew the danger of dividing the troops, because the greatest power of the cavalry was the charge after the gathering of numbers.

And the cavalry, which was not many in number, would be defeated one by one after being dispersed.

But he had no way, or it meant that he knew the danger but had to do it. Their responsibility was to open up the road for the tens of thousands of Rohan people behind them and clear the obstacles along the way.

The once glorious Rohan and prosperous Edoras, now forming a cavalry of 500 people is already the limit.

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The scout cavalry led by Théodre explored the grassland peacefully for half a day.

Until a short horn suddenly sounded.

"Prepare for battle!"

With a concise order, the more than 100 soldiers quickly urged their horses to form a charge formation without any delay.

However, with a few screams of wild beasts, the formation just formed became messy.

"It's the wolf cavalry, everyone change to bows and arrows!"

Théodre gave the order decisively. He had seen this kind of half-orc soldiers in the River Esin.

Giant wolves are naturally restrained against horses. In a small-scale encounter, if a cavalry charge is launched, even if they win by chance, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Just when everyone changed to archers, countless black shadows appeared in their sight.

The half-orcs with distorted faces and the huge worgs with a body length of more than two meters, they charged towards the Rohan cavalry one by one.

From a distance, these wargs seemed to be no different from ordinary wolves, but as they got closer, many Rohan soldiers had a flash of panic in their eyes.

The bloodthirsty scarlet eyes, huge size and thick hair of the wargs not only looked oppressive, but also made the Rohan soldiers doubtful.

For the first time, they questioned their weapons, not knowing whether the bows and arrows in their hands could break the fur of these beasts, and the number of enemies seemed to be at least two or three hundred.

"No need to panic! Aim at the eyes of the giant wolf, and retreat quickly after two rounds of shooting. Compete with them in endurance, the wargs can't run as long as the warhorses."

Theodjede encouraged the soldiers' morale.

And the information he said was also the experience that the Rohan people exchanged for their lives in the Battle of the Aisin River.

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The strong limbs of the wargs ran at full speed, allowing them to quickly enter the range of the bows and arrows.

"Boom~"

Before the arrows were shot, a hot wall of fire suddenly rose.

The flames spread rapidly as if they had consciousness, and in a few breaths, they surrounded the two hundred wolf riders.

Various tragic howls sounded in the flames.

In the sky, Ino slowly put down the wand in his hand.

Perhaps for other enemies, even black wizards, they would not use fire.

But for these orcs, whether it was the shadowless God or the killing curse, it was a gift. The six-month journey had allowed him to see too many scenes like purgatory.

Using fire to burn these stink bugs to ashes alive was probably the best reward for them. After all, a death without pain was really too cheap for them.

As the howling in the flames disappeared, Ino also lifted the magic, nodded to Theoded in the air, and then urged the broom to fly to the other side.

This team of wolf riders was not the first batch. He had killed three waves before, and they were not the last batch either.

As a mass-produced army of Saluman, as long as there was enough time, there would be as many consumables as needed.

Thinking of this, he did not delay any longer, and his flying broom flew through the sky like an arrow.

The Rohan soldiers on the ground were stunned for a moment when they saw the charred corpses.

"Your Highness, did you cross the grassland like this?" The young soldier looked at the commander beside him curiously.

"Not at first..." Théodred sighed.

"He always said that he was a painter and a bard, but I think he is the hero of Rohan."

When talking about heroes, Théodred's expression suddenly changed, from sighing sadness to respect from the heart.

"A true legendary hero! He used fire to dispel the darkness and dispel the darkness that enveloped Rohan."

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Helm's Deep, the last fortress of Rohan.

A valley located in the north of the White Mountains and the south of Westvold.

The entrance is narrow in front and wide in the back, with cliffs on both sides, and the wide and deep Crystal Cave in the back.

The name sounds good, but it is a huge natural cave, which can not only accommodate Rohan's non-combatants, but also store a large amount of supplies.

On the fourth day after leaving Edoras, everyone successfully arrived at the fortress.

It is worth mentioning that from the second day, no more harassing orcs were seen along the way. Saluman probably noticed something, so he did not continue to make insignificant sacrifices.

But whether the other party noticed it or not, Ino did not care, he was just a dying man. Even if Saluman was a Maia, it would not help. A Maia without a backer was not much higher in status than the Balrog.

Standing on the granite wall, at this moment he felt that Middle-earth was really a world of background and backing.

Smaug died and died, and the Balrog also died cleanly. But when it came to Gandalf...others' death was death, but his death was a promotion ceremony.

When Ino stood on the wall and thought about it, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"What are you thinking about?" Theoden was patrolling the city defense as usual, and saw his old friend from a distance.

Hearing the voice of the old friend, Ino turned around slowly.

"I think after this battle, you should probably pay me back."

Even though he was the King of Rohan who had experienced countless storms, Theoden was also amused by this answer.

"That's for sure! And I'll ask you to paint for Théodred, but you have to pay for him yourself."

"Théodred?" Hearing this name, Ino shook his head subconsciously, "He doesn't look very smart! Even more reckless than you."

Ino couldn't help but think of the Battle of the Esin River, which was the scene of his first encounter with Théodred.

In order to cover the soldiers' escape, the young prince bravely led dozens of knights and charged into the thousand-man phalanx of the Orcs.

As a warrior, he was undoubtedly brave; as a commander, he was probably qualified.

But as the only heir of Rohan, Théodred was a little too reckless.