After receiving the news that the 'Black Morass' was completely occupied by the Orcs, Lothar ordered the main force to conduct a forced march. It can be said that besides the most basic rest and meal times, the entire team silently followed behind Lothar, because as they got closer to the Black Morass, they also encountered hunters who had escaped from there, and from their mouths, the terrible situation in the Black Morass was once again confirmed.
Just as they were about to set off again, a scout rode over on a warhorse.
"Marshal! Ahead, we have found suspected remnants of the Black Morass forces engaging in battle with those green-skinned monsters."
The report from his subordinate made his eyes light up. At the same time, he drew the sword from his waist and swung it fiercely towards the front.
"Cavalry units charge with me! Infantry, follow up with a forced march!"
After speaking, he abruptly pulled the reins, and the warhorse beneath him immediately broke into a full gallop, racing all the way. The cavalry behind him followed without hesitation. For a moment, the battle flags seemed to pull out a wave.
After only a few minutes of galloping, Lothar smelled the 'scent' of the battlefield, or more directly, the smell of blood and the shouts of warriors.
"For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
He roared as a charging command, then he proactively lowered his body to press closer to the warhorse to increase its charging speed.
Following Lothar's shout, the cavalry troops behind him also drew their swords without hesitation.
"Scratch~ Scratch~!"
The sound of the blades rubbing against the scabbards was incredibly harsh, but no one present cared. They merely gripped the hilts of their swords and let out the same roar.
"For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
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When the 'encounters' with small Orc units became more and more frequent, Lancer knew that the enemy's general offensive was not far off. And when he hadn't seen the enemy's scouts for a while, Lancer heart sank to the bottom. He didn't think those Orcs would lose track of them. So why weren't they appearing? There was only one answer —————— the enemy thought it was enough.
The enemy's general offensive could start at any moment. The entire team became even more silent. Everyone unconsciously quickened their pace, but just at this moment, Lancer suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Lancer?"
"Looks like they won't be coming back."
The 'they' Lancer referred to were naturally the outposts' scouts. It seemed they had all been dealt with by the Orc assassins.
The man standing beside Lancer was initially a little confused, but just then, the shaking of the ground became more and more obvious, and the swaying of trees in the distance could almost be seen. He also knew what Lancer was talking about.
And just at this moment, a roar came from the very front of the team.
"First Squad! Second Squad! Third Squad! Hold the rear with me! For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
The soldiers gathered here were the scattered remnants of over ten outposts in the Black Morass. Most of them had minor injuries. As for severe injuries? The severely injured couldn't have survived the Orc pursuit until now. The so-called 'First, Second, and Third Squads' were not original units but hastily organized teams.
These three hastily assigned squads to cover the retreat had one distinct feature: there were no young people in the team. And the middle-aged man leading them was the commander of the outpost where Lancer had been previously stationed.
Lancer was a bit unclear before, but now, thinking about it, maybe the gathering of these scattered troops was also part of the Orcs' plan. As for the lack of lower-level commanders, it was because they had all died in previous surprise attacks, and the outpost Lancer was at was probably the only one that managed a regular retreat instead of being scattered.
But thinking about this now was meaningless, because the Orc forces were already almost visible.
"Mr. Lancer..."
There was no doubt that Lancer claimed to be from Lordaeron. He was neither a mercenary nor a person of the Stormwind Kingdom. Seeing him turn around as well at this moment, the commander was full of disbelief. After all, they were prepared to fight to the death to cover the retreat this time. Was the other party crazy?
Lancer always thought of himself as a very emotional person.
Before participating in the Holy Grail War, his goal was to 'survive.' He started out doing just that, but when Li Shuwen appeared, a radical change occurred in him.
Holy Grail? Wishing?
That was just a bonus.
He wanted to prove that his teacher's sacrifice was not meaningless!
And at this moment, his rationality told him that he should retreat with the main force, because he had no obligation to protect those soldiers. But looking at the soldiers around him, who were gripping their shields or long spears with firm eyes despite their trembling hands, he felt his own blood begin to boil.
Lancer didn't know what this was before, but now he seemed to know.
This was the hot blood of a 'warrior.'
"Turning my back to the battlefield, my teacher never taught me that."
As he spoke, Lancer put away his Gae Bolg and instead took out a giant lance from his weapons box.
"Clang~!"
As the mechanism locked, Lancer, holding the three-meter-long lance, stood at the very front of the team without hesitation.
Looking at Lancer red scarf fluttering in the wind, the commander was stunned for a moment, then he raised the long sword in his hand, trembling. It was unclear whether it was due to the almost certain fatal battle ahead or because of his excitement.
"Mr. Lancer, it is my honor to fight alongside you! Everyone ——————"
"When we kill all those green-skinned monsters! I'll treat you to the best Dwarven tavern in Stormwind City —————— and we'll drink until we drop!!"
"Ooooh!!"
"For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
"For the Kingdom of Stormwind!!"
"Bang!!"
As the cheers gradually faded, the warriors standing in the first row had already half-crouched, holding their shields to block the front, while their comrades behind them rested their long spears on their shields. Lancer stood prominently at the very front of the team. He didn't lower his lance until the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters.
"Click~!"
As the face guard lowered, Lancer thrust his lance without hesitation and launched a counter-charge toward the hundreds of Orcs in front of him.
「Decisive Charge」
With the secret skill activated, Lancer speed instantly reached its limit, and two small pits appeared on the ground beneath his feet. He himself turned into a bolt of lightning and charged into the enemy formation.
"Poof~!!"
The Orc at the very front was directly impaled by the lance without any obstruction, but even so, it did not completely stop Lancer until the third Orc was pierced that he truly came to a halt. At this moment, he was completely surrounded by Orcs.
"Get —————— Out of my way!!"
「Sweep the Thousand Armies」
The lance, carrying immense power, directly flung several Orcs closest to Lancer away. At the same time, the corpses that were impaled on the lance were also slammed heavily onto several unlucky individuals.