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

Chapter 326 Unstoppable
"Kill! Break through them!" Omske grinned as he looked at the tribe that had already formed ranks in front of him. Due to the obstruction of several smaller tribes in front, this tribe finally reacted. It was clear that they were well-trained. Hundreds of orcs stood close together, raised their weapons, and tried to use their phalanx to stop this steel torrent!
A small number of orc professionals were mixed in with the ordinary soldiers, but the panic on their faces betrayed the fear in their hearts...

"Bang!" As Omske charged forward on horseback, the other soldiers followed closely behind. The sounds of shattering wooden shields and broken bones filled the air. The tribe's painstakingly constructed defensive line couldn't even hold off the Lagrang cavalry for a moment. The cavalry didn't linger, indiscriminately slaughtering any orcs that appeared before them. Soon, a path paved with blood appeared, the entire tribe cleaved in two by the cavalry. They left behind dozens of terrified, survivors before galloping away…

"Damn it! Stop those humans!" Orc lords kept shouting. Under the command of the high lord, the various small tribes had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward to fight the Lagrang cavalry to the death, although it was all for naught and only increased casualties...

"Impressive! A piecemeal tactic!" Caslo had a clear view from high above, and he was instantly impressed by these orcs! It truly opened his eyes; he realized how incompetent orcs were without a strong leader... Instantly, Caslo felt immense respect for the two orc kings, Azog and Borg! At least these two had almost dealt a devastating blow to the entire Lonely Mountain faction!

"Fortunately, none of these orcs have a wise ruler..." Ajax said sweetly. After all, their plan could only be implemented smoothly because of these brainless tribal chiefs. If the other side had any brains, they wouldn't dare to make such an ambitious plan.

"Huh? Omske and the others aren't planning to charge?" Ajax asked, puzzled.

"Pfft!" Caslo almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Girl, look carefully, okay? If they keep charging like this, we won't even need to lift a finger. The orcs are already on the verge of collapse!" Caslo gestured helplessly to the area below.

At this moment, the morale of the orcs has already begun to crumble. If they were to let Omsk and the others charge down, Ajax and Caslo probably wouldn't even need to lift a finger. What's the point of fighting if everyone's gone?
"Prepare to move!" Omske warned, clearly having also noticed the orcs' waning morale. But it was the same for everyone; seven or eight tribes had been trampled to pieces, with thousands killed or wounded, and they hadn't even managed to take a single hair from the Lagrange Iron Cavalry.

"Kill! Kill them!" The enraged orc lords roared, and the human cavalry, in a move that was utterly humiliating, slaughtered the small tribes right in their faces.

"Surround them!" Lord's eyes were filled with madness. With a wave of his hand, all the soldiers surrounded the human knights.

"They're closing in!" Baron Badr's expression turned cold, and he raised the Centaur Grip in his hand, a long arrow formed from battle aura slowly appearing on it.

"Go!" A long arrow suddenly left the bowstring, then suddenly split into nine as it shot out. The arrows of battle aura pierced through the chests of dozens of orcs, and the burning properties of the battle aura burned their internal organs to ashes!
"Hold back! Let's prepare to break out!" Omsk said, looking at the orcs who had begun to encircle them. He reminded Baron Baldr not to get carried away and to prioritize the plan.

"Hmm!" Baron Baldr, who had been in a frenzy, quickly regained his senses. He could tell whether it was more important for him to kill to his heart's content or to annihilate all these orcs!

"Prepare to discard those junk! Let them scavenge!" Omske said, looking at the orc army that had already completed its encirclement.

At this moment, the orcs had already surrounded the Lagrang Kingdom's iron cavalry (Omske and his cavalry regiments were deliberately letting them pass). The Lagrang iron cavalry were running in circles within the encirclement. After all, cavalrymen need to maintain their speed, because if they lose speed, even farmers can knock them off their horses with pitchforks.

"Watch your speed! Don't lose speed!" Omske warned. They were just using a sting operation, not trying to freeload themselves.

"We can start throwing away those junks now!" Omsk knew he could start his fishing plan once he saw the orcs had begun attacking the centaur hanging at the end of the line.

"boom!"

"thump!"

Several tattered iron-plated leather armor pieces were thrown down, and the orcs who had been frantically chasing behind them immediately started punching each other when they saw the fallen equipment.

"mine!"

"Damn it! This is what I got!" "Damn it! Let go!"

"Ah! You beast! You bit me!"

Seeing the growing chaos behind him, Omske was both delighted and anxious. If these idiots didn't catch up soon, he would run away, and then the show would be ruined!

"Bang!" The orcs, who were fiercely fighting, were suddenly sent flying backward, their bodies visibly twisting and deforming in mid-air...

More than a dozen orc chieftains appeared riding dire wolves, their nostrils flaring and them panting heavily as they glared angrily at the orcs fighting over the prize.

"Attack!" they said coldly, staring at the fearful orc soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Kill these humans!"

Only then did the orc soldiers realize what was happening and hurriedly chased after the human cavalry ahead. Seeing the dark mass of orcs closing in, Omsk and the orc lords breathed a sigh of relief. The orcs were glad that the humans hadn't escaped, while Omsk was glad that the orcs had finally fallen into their trap.

"Watch your step! Don't fall behind! Especially the light and heavy cavalry!" Lavian said as he casually killed a few orcs who were trying to knock ordinary cavalry off their horses. Although they were protected in the middle by centaurs and knights, there were always gaps in their defenses as they moved. Sure enough, an accident happened soon after!
"Damn it!"

"Dragon God!"

Suddenly, several orcs pounced from the gap. After the centaurs killed several people, one of them managed to escape and pounced on a light cavalryman. It opened its blood-red maw and bit at the light cavalryman's neck, which was only protected by leather armor.

"Swoosh!" A spray of blood splattered as the orc was sent flying by a spear!

"Watch out!" Everyone turned around and saw Baron Baldr still in a javelin-throwing stance. This centaur wielding a fine iron javelin was not the centaur wielding a wooden javelin. Baldr's attack had almost cut the poor orc in half at the waist.

"Thank you for saving my life, Your Excellency!" the light cavalryman said to Badr, still shaken.

"Be careful!" Bader nodded.

"Charge!" Omske brandished his spear. Now that they had attracted the attention, there was no need to let them surround them.

"Bang! Bang!" With the merciless trampling of the Lagrange cavalry, the orcs who stood in their way were either killed or wounded. The unstoppable cavalry was simply not something these small fry could withstand.

"Throw some junk at them! Let them think we're lightening our load!" Seeing everyone rushing out, Ravian quickly gave the order.

(End of this chapter)