"The enemy has wolf riders! We need breastwork!" Roland said suddenly. He had fought a life-and-death battle with the wolf riders on Lonely Mountain. He knew that the wolf riders did not rely on their fierce impact force to break through the enemy's formation, but relied on their excellent jumping ability and mobility to fight guerrilla warfare.

"The wolf riders are too mobile! We don't have a knight order! We can't fight them. The bad news is that the complex woodlands allow the wolves to perform better!" Roland said to Balin.

"Sharpen the logs and stand them up in the camp! Put up more of them. These logs can prevent the wolf riders from jumping over our defense line at will." Balin immediately gave advice. The dwarves and orcs have been dealing with each other for a long time, so they naturally know how to deal with old opponents.

"Okay, I'll order the soldiers to do it right away!" Roland nodded.

"The situation is not good. We are not afraid of the Orc infantry. At least our thousands of tin cans are enough to deal with them. But the wolf cavalry is troublesome!" Omsk immediately came forward with a frown.

"If you really can't help it, go and hold them back!" Roland gritted his teeth. This time, he was going to ignore martial ethics! A single level six hero was enough to keep a group of wolf riders out.

"As for your safety...we cannot rule out the possibility of the existence of the Ringwraiths!" Omsk said anxiously.

"Caslo will take care of everything! The wolf riders are in your hands!" Roland ordered without question.

"Take care of yourself then!" Omsk saluted and turned to leave.

"Your Highness, this is very dangerous!" Caslo said worriedly.

"If no one takes care of those bastards, my soldiers will be in greater danger! Although they are powerless against regular human cavalry, they are still cavalry to infantry! Their javelins are still deadly!" Roland grabbed Caslo's shoulders and spoke word by word.

The orcs had their own smelting technology. Their javelins weren't like the trolls' javelins, which were powerful but ineffective. Their attacks were definitely not all talk and no action! Not to mention that the wolf riders were skilled archers! Their horn bows were equally difficult to deal with!

"Get moving! Dig more pits! Insert the stakes there more densely!" Roland commanded anxiously.

"They are coming for me!" Roland looked towards the north through the dense forest.

"Come on! Let them see the anger of the people of Lagran!" Roland put on his armor, drew out his dragon-slaying sword, raised his shield and came to the front line.

"My people! Brothers! Warriors! Open your eyes! Night is about to fall! Orcs are about to attack! They are coming for me! Their target is the royal flag! My head under the royal flag! Let us tell them with the swords in our hands that we are still the Raglan army that went upstream under the Lonely Mountain! We are still the light of the north! Fight for humanity!" Roland roared at the top of his lungs.

"For the King! Fight!"

“Fight for you!”

"Long live Lagrande!"

All the Lagran soldiers were roaring, no one could hurt their king before stepping over their corpses!

"Royal Guards! We live in the name of the Royal Family! We die in the name of the Royal Family! If you want to tear down the Royal Banner we protect, you must first step over our corpses! In the name of the Royal Family! Fight!" The Royal Guards roared in a low voice. For the first time, these most elite infantrymen of Lagrang felt an immense rage! They actually wanted to tear down the Royal Banner they protected? Dream on! The Royal Guards of Lagrang would teach them humility through blood and fire!

"Rangers! Go forward and investigate! Don't engage in battle!" Roland ordered.

…

"Rustle~" The breeze blew the treetops, making a friction sound. At this moment, on an unknown hill in the Misty Mountains, humans and dwarves relied on simple shelters and obstacles to wait for the enemy in the night.

"Awooo~" On a distant mountaintop, a majestic figure stood on a cliff and howled to the sky. The long wolf howl echoed through the mountains...

“Ouch~”

"Ooo ...

One figure after another emerged in the moonlight, they were on the top of another mountain, looking at the coalition positions in the distance.

"They are calling their people!" Balin spat and clenched the axe handle in his hand.

"Wolf Rider Xiaoyue! It looks like there are quite a few of these wolf riders... Omsk, can you stop them?" Roland said worriedly.

"Don't worry, Your Highness! They can't get through!" Omsk nodded and comforted Roland.

"All rangers, follow me! You are responsible for long-range sniping of the wolf riders, and I will stop them head-on!" Omsk said harshly.

"Understood!" One after another, figures holding longbows climbed over the breastwork and left.

…

"Human breath?" A wolf rider vanguard suddenly stopped, raised his fist and clenched it, and the riders following behind him slowed down their pace.

"What's wrong?" A wolf rider came to his side and asked, controlling his wolf.

"There is human breath, very dangerous!" said the wolf cavalryman alertly.

"Humans are still on that hill! They are still far away from here!" said the other wolf riders indifferently.

"Be careful of ambushes! This group of humans is not simple! They defeated the human legions of Azog and Borg! They are advancing fiercely towards our army in front of Lonely Mountain! I will never forget the flag with the golden dragon painted on it!" The leading wolf cavalry captain touched the deep scar on his forehead that was visible to the bone and said in a cold voice.

"Let's move on! See if there's an enemy ambush nearby!" The wolf cavalry captain was clearly very experienced, and all the wolves immediately lowered their bodies and stepped lightly...

"Quite cautious?" Omsk laughed dumbly and shook his head helplessly. Within his perception range, these ordinary wolf cavalrymen were as bright as light bulbs in the dark night.

"Commander, what should we do? Should we shoot them?" Several ranger captains beside him showed bloodthirsty smiles.

"No, no, no! That'll alert the enemy! Let's sneak over and take them out! Don't give them a chance to be alerted!" Omsk's eyes flashed coldly. Although the Orcs' spellcasters were poor, they could still produce simple signal missiles. Omsk himself didn't believe that a wolf cavalry vanguard like this didn't have a few signal missiles. If these wolf cavalry sent a signal, the Orc army would know there was an ambush here, and perhaps the wolf cavalry army he had been waiting for would bypass this place, and instead face the Orcs' cheap infantry.

"There are too many of them! There are seven teams! Each team has 5 people! Let them get closer! Remember not to use skills! We must fight quickly and decisively, and don't expose our presence!" Omsk whispered.

If you look from a God's perspective at this moment, you will see that the one hundred Lordaeron Rangers, led by Omsk, are quietly moving towards the scattered wolf riders who are conducting reconnaissance.

Under the bright moonlight, in the treetops that the wolf riders could not see, sharp scimitars and longbows drawn to the full moon were pointed at these wolf riders.

Omsk blended into the night like a ghost. He used his toes to leap a few times and came behind the last wolf cavalryman. His sharp sword gleamed with a cold luster in the moonlight.

"Swish!" Omsk pounced like a tiger and quickly cut the wolf cavalryman's throat and chopped off the wolf's head.