After receiving the order from Luis, the aura of bloodlust began to spread in the army.
The knights galloped directly into the orc camp, gaining the momentum that a cavalry should have.
The knight began to surge forward, starting with a slow jog, then gradually accelerating, until finally breaking into a full galloping charge after a suitable distance. The rumbling of hoops echoed along the rocky path, and soon the ground itself began to shake.
The orcs also noticed the galloping cavalry and rushed towards them on their wolves, but it was too late; there was no proper preparation from the orcs.
It was too late. The orcs had no time to accelerate and build momentum; they could only watch the forward of the human knights arriving and crashing into them with full acceleration.
The murderous human cavalry raised their swords, the blade shining brightly on the morning sunlight.
