The enraged Forest Goblin Riders didn't have time to think why humans had also learned to be so cunning, using strategy and ambush rather than fighting uprightly. An overwhelming mass of human infantry with gleaming cold armor and long lances pressed forward.
This high slope was not actually high, merely a small hill of about ten meters. A single advance by human infantry could push their spearheads right up to the goblins' throats.
The Convict Army first entering the battlefield trembled from tension and excitement. At this moment, they could hardly hear the clamor, nor the roars from their comrades. All they heard were the fierce sounds of cavalry charging with lances, and the clang of armor and weapon collisions.
They fixed their eyes on the knights fighting ahead, hoping to draw courage and inspiration from them.
