At this point, no Orc commander could stop the collapse. Too many lives have been claimed by the Black Cavalry.
The Black Cavalry swept across the battlefield like a flood, leaving behind countless dead orcs and rivers of blood.
By now, neither soldiers nor commanders, not even Prince Gombak, could change the course of events.
Everything that stood in the way of the Black Cavalry's advance would be utterly crushed.
Prince Gombak closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer. He didn't have any will to fight; his spirit was totally crushed by those humans.
His guards tried to pull him away, hoping to escort him to safety. But Prince Gombak stood firm.
What was the point of running?
With almost a total of 100,000 Orc soldiers lost, even if he made it back, life would be worse than death.
Breaking free from his guards, Prince Gombak mounted his massive wolf, drew his scimitar, and charged toward the Hartmann Family banner, shouting:
