Chapter 401

No wonder they dared to mock the orcs—it's because of Baron Mil and his lot!

Now the nobles all felt everything made sense.

Among minor nobles, only Mil and his group could have such courage.

But aren't they being a bit reckless this time? Those are Wild Wolf Knights!

Seems so. Wild Wolf Knights are very different from ordinary orcs. Will Mil and his men suffer a major defeat this time?

Look quick! The Wild Wolf Knights are charging!

At that moment, a cry pulled all the high nobles' gazes back to the battlefield.

For the battle had already begun.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Charge!

Boom! Boom!

Though only fifty Wild Wolf Knights, their charging momentum was no less than that of three or five hundred cavalry.

Even more, because of the massive size of the first-tier Snowplain Wild Wolves, their running sent tremors through the ground far ahead, shaking hearts with dread.

And the Wild Wolf Knights moved extremely fast—over a hundred meters vanished in an instant, bringing them within thirty to forty meters.

Seeing this, the nobles clenched their fists, growing tense for the slave soldiers.

Mil and his men muttered nonstop: "We're done! We're done!"

This made Gervas roll his eyes.

At that moment, the spear formation finally moved.

Spear soldiers, crouch!

Spear soldiers, raise your spears!

At these two commands, the spear soldiers executed the motions swiftly and in perfect unison.

And their current combat formation was utterly unlike their usual style.

They crouched together on the ground, holding their spears at a forty-five-degree angle, driving the butts deep into the earth.

Of course, another striking feature was that their formation had become far denser than before.

Once this formation shift was complete, a dense thicket of slanted spear points appeared along the riverbank.

The Wild Wolf Knights had not expected these two-legged sheep to suddenly change formation.

Or rather, they never imagined these two-legged sheep were so well-trained—that thirty to forty meters could be covered in just five or six seconds.

Yet these two-legged sheep had completed their hundred-man formation shift in those five or six seconds.

Seeing the rows of stark white spear points standing tall, the Wild Wolf Knights could no longer stop.

They could only watch helplessly as themselves and their mounts slammed into them at full speed.

Aow! Aow! Aow!

Piercing howls of agony echoed across the entire battlefield.

Though the beasts' hides were tougher than ordinary animals', they could not withstand such force slamming into sharp spear tips.

Thus, the first eight or nine Wild Wolves were instantly pierced by dozens of spears, their bodies turned into sieves.

With the front row dead, the rear Wild Wolf Knights could only slam to a halt.

This… this is too incredible!

Yes! They actually stopped the Wild Wolf Knights' charge!

Good heavens, they've created a miracle! I've never even seen ordinary human cavalry stopped cold—let alone Wild Wolf Knights!

This scene on the battlefield stunned all the nobles, each wide-eyed, mouths gaping wide enough to swallow eggs.

"These soldiers aren't just bold—they're fiercely combat-capable. But…" one count couldn't help praising.

Yet halfway through, he paused, then continued after a moment: "But just now, they caught the charging Wild Wolf Knights off guard."

"Now that the Wild Wolf Knights have stopped, how will they respond? Remember, even without a charge, Wild Wolf Knights are still incredibly strong!"

Other nobles nodded in agreement.

At that moment, furious roars came from the opposite side.

It was the Wild Wolf Knights who had just realized they'd been tricked.

Roar! Charge forward! Kill every last two-legged sheep! Tear them to shreds!

Though the spear formation remained, its speed had dropped, and the spears now inflicted far less damage on the Wild Wolves.

Not that they caused no harm at all—but at best, they could only slow and hinder, not seriously wound.

So, barring any surprise, the next moment would see wolves among sheep once more.

And this time, the wolves would be enraged, eyes blazing red.

As the rear Wild Wolf Knights began moving again,

just as everyone held their breath for the slave soldiers, the opposing slaves moved once more.

The soldiers who had been crowded behind the spearmen suddenly surged to either side, then five strange devices were pushed to the front.

What is this…?

The Wild Wolf Knights were puzzled—what were those things?

Whirr! Whirr! Whirr!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The next instant, the five machines roared to life, launching thick bolts of arrows.

At such close range, the Wild Wolf Knights could see the arrow shafts, as thick as a child's arm, swaying violently from the immense force.

Damn it…

No need to think—any fool could see the lethal power behind that force.

The front-line Wild Wolf Knights cursed, trying to dodge.

Too late.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The next instant, bursts of blood mist exploded among the Wild Wolf Knights—the ballistae bolts pierced straight through the bodies of the first five Wild Wolves without pause.

The immense penetration even carried the wolves backward over a meter before they crashed to the ground.

Whoa!

Good heavens, am I dreaming? What was that? Did you see it?

Buddy, you're not dreaming—I saw it too. Looks like some kind of giant bow, firing enormous arrows!

Good heavens, how can such thick arrows be fired? And they pierced right through Snowplain Wild Wolves—those are magical beasts!

Who cares if they're magical beasts? As long as they kill them! Tell me, where did those minor nobles get this weapon? If it can kill magical beasts, won't it slaughter orcs effortlessly?

At this moment, the nobles on this side of the river were utterly electrified.

They never imagined such a scene.

That strange weapon could launch arrows so thick and long—and kill first-tier Snowplain Wild Wolves with a single shot.

It completely shattered their conventional understanding of bows.

While other nobles buzzed with chatter, the Legion Commander and Duke of Shatterstone both turned their eyes squarely on Duke Hernade.

Duke Hernade, are there any of your Hernade family among those minor nobles?

Hernade knew this would happen—he shook his head outright. "No one from my family. If there were, I wouldn't hide them among minor nobles!"

Hmph, Duke Hernade, stop pretending. The 'Windbreaker' has appeared—still deny it's your Hernade family's?

Only your Hernade family and the King's Royal Navy possess such weapons!

Don't tell us anyone else—let alone some border minor noble—knows how to make the 'Windbreaker'!

But Duke Hernade's reply immediately drew a rebuttal from Duke Shatterstone.

And the Legion Commander, hearing the rebuttal, gave a slight nod—he clearly didn't believe those five 'Windbreakers' had nothing to do with the Hernade family!