Early in the morning, the Tauren who were fighting in the grassy valley saw a black mass of armed orcs surrounding them. They were so shocked that they quickly protected their children behind them!
The Tauren had a strong physique, and its combat strength was one of the best among the second-class beasts in the grassland. Even if it was just a herdsman, its combat strength was comparable to a dozen goblins... After all, its physique was there...
But this time, their opponent made them really dare not charge forward like usual, because it looked like there was no chance of victory.
Looking at this group of high-level orcs riding on Iron Hill Beasts, armed to the teeth, the herdsmen thought to themselves, if I go up and buy a few seconds for my child to escape?
“But the enemy is a cavalry...”.
At the thought of this, the herdsmen suddenly felt a sense of despair.
“Go!”
