The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 325 Vulnerable

"Humans have arrived!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Boom!" The entire orcish allied camp erupted in chaos. The camp set up by these orcs, who could be considered an army, was in a truly appalling state. If a highly mobile cavalry unit were to charge and set it ablaze, these orcs would undoubtedly suffer heavy casualties! However, Omske and his men had a better way to eliminate the orcs; otherwise, the orcish wolf riders would have no chance of surviving and returning to report the news!

"They're here!" The three orc brothers stood up.

"Heh heh heh! I didn't go looking for them, but they came looking for us instead!" The eyes of the orc lord Lord Lod were full of ferocity and cruelty.

"Then kill them! I'll use human skulls to make wine glasses!" Love played with the old, faded skull wine glass in his hand.

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"Pay attention to the order of attack! We're not here to fight to the death! Hit and retreat! Avoid being surrounded, don't linger in battle!" Omske warned.

"Put on your helmets! Keep pace!" Omske fastened his helmet.

"Attention all light and heavy cavalry! Protect yourselves! You have no honor to share the damage!" Ravian walked through the ranks, constantly reminding each soldier.

"Remember our mission! Lure the orcs to the basin! Our dragon riders will take care of them!" Omske was referring to the burial ground they had carefully chosen for the orcs. It was a vast basin, the terrain of which was very favorable for fire spells. The open terrain was perfect for the spread of fire. The orcs in the basin would have no place to hide. The unobstructed spells would make all the orcs of the North remember this kingdom from the southern Grey Mountains!
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"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The orcs began to break camp.

After a series of minor skirmishes, the orcs left their settlement amidst curses and clashes. From the sky, their marching ranks were quite interesting; some ranks numbered in the thousands, their formations, though not perfectly orderly, still somewhat respectable! Other ranks consisted of only a hundred or so men wandering on the periphery…

"Is this considered splitting up forces?" Ajax was somewhat confused by the orcs' actions.

“They’re actually marching in tribes? Aren’t they courting death?” Caslo communicated with Ajax using his mental powers.

"I think we can change our target!" Caslo pondered for a moment, then had his dragon, Kaldor, rise higher and fly backward.

"Hey! Wait!" Ajax quickly tried to communicate with Caslo using her mental powers, but Caslo had already flown far away.

"Hmph! You bastards! Leaving me here all alone to look at this eye-polluting stuff... Waaah!" Ajax muttered, looking very frustrated and dissatisfied. These orcs didn't seem to fit her aesthetic at all. After all, with the blessing of her dragon eyes, Ajax could even see the pores on every orc's face if she wanted to... Ugh!

"General Omske! I think you should know this news!" Caslo descended from the sky, his massive dragon body crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem! What we're saying is... ahem! Could you come in a different way next time? Don't be so straight up and down, it's scary, okay?" Omske helplessly withdrew the lance he had almost handed over. If Caslo's voice hadn't entered his mind first, he would have instinctively thrust the lance down.

"I just saw that you guys hadn't started running yet!" Caslo said sheepishly, scratching his head.

“Alright…speak! What is it? Hopefully your information is of some value,” Omske said, looking at Kaslow.

“The orcs march in tribes! Those smaller tribes are on the outermost perimeter! Ajax and I have seen that those smaller tribes only have a few hundred people each! I think we can consider wiping out these troops first!” Caslow said.

"Huh? Are they out of their minds? What's the difference between this and splitting up the army? Are they sending those small tribes out as cannon fodder?" Omske was shocked. He thought these orcs were unintelligent, but he didn't expect them to be brain-damaged!
"Aren't they afraid of being picked off one by one?" Ravian was also shocked. Infantry always feared being divided and defeated piecemeal when facing cavalry. Maintaining an intact formation was the most effective strategy for most infantry against cavalry. He never expected that the orcs would actually cripple themselves! Ravian had no doubt that even their largest orc force would be broken through!
"So, Your Majesty Omsk, what is your decision?" Caslo looked directly into Omsk's eyes.

“Since someone has brought us a gift, we should accept it, right? That way we can return the favor.” Omske smiled and pointed to the “tattered” equipment they were wearing.

“Good! This is more realistic! You fight hard but find that there are too many orcs and you have to retreat! But because of the strong impact, your horsepower is exhausted and you can't speed up to get rid of their pursuit! This way, the orcs will definitely not be able to see any flaws!” Caslo thought for a moment and then laughed.

“Yes! That’s what I think too. At least we should fight them first and practice the whole thing!” Omske said seriously.

"Alright! Keep an eye on the safety of the ordinary soldiers! Good luck!" Caslo made a hand gesture and then soared into the sky.

"Let's go!" Omske waved his hand, and the whole team moved forward again.

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"They've met!" Ajax said, watching the dust rising from the approaching cavalry on the horizon.

"Omske chose to attack from the left flank! A brilliant choice! No wonder he's a Tier 6 hero! His battlefield awareness and insight are top-notch!" Caslo exclaimed. Without a god's-eye view, Omske led his cavalry to cut into the weakest part of the already vulnerable left flank! In an instant, the soldiers of that small tribe turned into bloody mud! The entire tribe's soldiers were trampled into the mud by iron hooves.

"Kill!" Omske charged towards the next orc tribe's army with his lance. The entire orc army hadn't even had time to react after the Lagrang cavalry had just devoured a small tribe. The tribe soldiers in the distance were still advancing, while the tribe soldiers at the point of attack were busy preparing to try to stop this iron cavalry with its indomitable spirit!
"Those who stand in my way shall die!" Omske roared, his battle aura suddenly bursting forth. Although he had restrained his sixth-tier pressure and suppressed his power to the fourth tier, the terrifying battle aura blades were still a catastrophic disaster for this small tribe!
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~" A dazzling spray of blood suddenly bloomed, and dozens of orcs were swept in half at the waist by Omsk's lance, their limbs separated and their corpses fell to the ground.

"Pathetic!" Omske casually holstered his gun and continued leading his soldiers toward the next small tribe.

(End of this chapter)