Chapter 462: Charge Into the King's Tent Palace!

"Heavens... heavens above! It can actually fire!"

"Yes! How is this possible?"

With the discharge of the ballista, exclamations instantly came from the wooden wall, and one orc chieftain after another stood dumbfounded.

Of course, Prada thought far more than those orc chieftains; the instant that giant arrow was fired, he had already estimated its power.

Therefore, his own subordinates were likely to suffer enormous casualties.

"No! Dodge, quickly!" Prada cried out.

Unfortunately, his shout had already come too late.

At the distance between the ballista and the Wolf Riders, only an instant was needed to hit the Wolf Riders.

Thud thud thud!

Ow ow ow!

Wails rang out one after another, and sprays of blood bloomed.

More than ten Wolf Riders in the front row collapsed in an instant.

If it had not been for the issue with their formation—only a dozen or so in the front row—those twenty thick crossbow bolts could have claimed several more Wolf Riders!

"No!" But even so, watching yet another batch of his subordinates fall, Prada's eyes had already nearly split with rage.

It had been less than two short minutes!

The Wolf Riders had actually lost as many as twenty-one directly.

On any battlefield in the past, this could never have happened.

Even fighting against the main human army, in a battle of tens of thousands, such an exaggerated situation had never appeared.

However, Prada did not know that the real show had only just begun.

Gervas had said that to be worthy of this first "catch of the day," it absolutely had to be done splendidly.

The next instant, another three black iron tubes were pushed to the side of the ballistae.

Before the Wolf Riders could react, a deafening roar came over.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Three roars, along with that brilliant burst of fire, were striking enough to seize the heart under the backdrop of this dark night.

Of course, the effect delivered was also very impressive.

A series of sounds of flesh being pierced came, and those Wolf Riders frozen in place fell another seven or eight.

Don't think it's few—there are twenty ballistae in total.

But there are only three cannons.

So, in terms of accounting, the cannons have already been fighting two against one.

As for the ballistae, one at most could only deal with a single Wolf Rider.

"Damn it! Retreat, retreat for me now!"

This time, Prada didn't curse any bastards, nor did he shout any more about dodging.

Instead, he was hoarsely shouting at the Wolf Riders outside the camp to retreat.

Of the fifty Wolf Riders, twenty-nine had already been killed by the enemy, leaving only twenty-one.

Such combat power of the humans—if he had not seen it with his own eyes, the Prada of the past would absolutely never have believed it.

"Roar! The Vice Commander has given the order, retreat quickly!"

Following Prada's shout, the Wolf Riders outside the camp, who had long been seized with fear, did not delay even for an instant, and turned to flee without hesitation.

But Gervas's ballistae and cannons were all reloading at this moment, so naturally they could not intercept.

However, a group of light cavalrymen had long been lying in wait.

"Storm Light Cavalry! For the Storm Territory! For glory, charge!"

"Kill!"

Boom! Boom!

All two hundred light cavalrymen charged out, sweeping in from both flanks directly at the Wolf Rider formation preparing to flee.

Earlier, the withdrawal of the spearmen had made the Wolf Riders think it was the start of a human rout, so they had pursued dozens of meters deeper, completely plunging themselves into a half-encirclement of the Storm Legion.

Of course, the wolf riders at that time believed that even if they were surrounded by human soldiers, there would be no danger—when the time came, they would be able to slaughter freely on all sides.

Therefore, how arrogant the Wolf Riders had been just now, they were now equally wretched.

The light cavalrymen only needed to charge to the position where the spearmen had originally been, and they could directly block the Wolf Riders.

Roar roar roar!

And so it was—in an instant, the Wolf Riders' path of escape was blocked by the Storm Riders.

Seeing their retreat cut off, the Wolf Riders also roused their ferocity.

After all, against those strange weapons with tremendous killing power, they had no way to retaliate.

But against humans, they still had their confidence.

Only, what the Wolf Riders did not know was that at the very front of the Storm Light Cavalry were several knights including Lei Meng.

This was also an arrangement Gervas had made in advance, prepared to reduce the casualties when the Wolf Riders fought like cornered beasts.

"You wolf cubs, come on! Let your Grandpa Mi Gen teach you properly how to be good little babies!"

"Roar! Die, two-legged sheep!"

In an instant, the Wolf Riders and the light cavalrymen crashed into each other.

But in just that instant, another seven or eight Wolf Riders died under the swords of Lei Meng, Knight Mi Gen, and the other knights.

"It's... it's over, the Wolf Riders can't come back..."

No need to look further—regardless, this unit of Wolf Riders no longer had any possibility of survival.

The orc chieftains on the wooden wall all changed color, and stole a glance at Prada beside them!

"Bastards! Bastards!" Prada's emotions were naturally agitated, his eyes blood-red, his fists repeatedly pounding the wooden wall's battlements.

Only, his anger was useless; he could only watch helplessly as the remaining Wolf Riders were hanged.

As for going out of camp to rescue them.

Not to mention whether the fewer than ten remaining Wolf Riders were worth the risk of a rescue.

Even if they really did rescue them, with those strange weapons of the humans, how could they be sure the rescue force wouldn't suffer massive casualties?

Boom! Boom!

Just then, a rumbling sound came, and Prada's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Damn it, close the gates! Hurry!"

It turned out that the light cavalry that had been feigning an attack on the Wolf Riders had suddenly split off half its men, charging at full speed toward the gates of the Royal Tent Palace.

This sudden change caught them off guard, leaving the vast majority of the orc chieftains with no time to react.

Prada's reaction was the fastest, immediately issuing the order to close the gates.

"Storm Light Cavalry! Increase speed! For glory! Kill!"

And the light cavalry also noticed the orcs' reaction, and likewise began to speed up.

The warhorses they usually cherished like treasures, they now could not spare the heartache, whipping them hard with horsewhips.

The pained warhorses let out wails, their speed visibly increasing.

"Quick, close the gate! Don't let them in!"

Seeing that this human cavalry's speed was actually getting faster and faster, Prada finally grew anxious.

And this shift in attitude, even he himself did not notice anything amiss.

After all, in the past, they would not have taken these two-legged sheep seriously at all.

They were even very willing to take the initiative to attack.

But now, they were actually afraid of this group of humans charging into the Royal Tent Palace.

And hearing Prada's urging, the orc warriors below were also pushing the wooden gate with all their might, trying to close the gates.

Only, the camp gates were heavy, and whether opening or closing them required some time; thus, even though the orc warriors were closing them with all their might, it could only proceed slowly.

Watching the wooden gate close smaller and smaller, just when only the last meter remained, the warhorses finally charged up close.

"Storm Light Cavalry, kill!"

"Kill!"

Under the furious roar, led by the Storm Light Cavalry captain, they directly cut down the orc warriors who were straining to close the gate, and then charged into the Royal Tent Palace.