"Quick! Defend! Prepare to counter the onslaught!"
Angela quickly reacted, immediately spurred her mount, the Nightblade Panther, raised her cross-blade, and called the other huntresses to prepare for the orcs' charge.
"Boom!"
Thousands of orcs on both sides charged continuously like a black tide, heavily pouncing on the defensive line formed by two rows of huntresses.
Every Panther Huntress had reached level 5 energy, comparable to a mid-level swordsman, far stronger than these orcs.
To them, a single orc was insignificant, but two, three, or several charging at once was a different matter. How could they overpower them, even with greater strength?
In the blink of an eye, 1000 fierce orcs, at the cost of only a few of their own, toppled the first row of huntresses and their Nightblade Panther mounts.
