These warriors from the grassland belong to the Scarlet Flame Patrol Corps, which was built in imitation of the Patrol Knights of the Crazy Fang Empire, but now they have a completely different appearance from the past.

In order to maintain the stability of the grassland and establish a new, unified and fair order, they are elite orcs carefully selected from various tribes. While ensuring their strong strength, they also receive excellent military education so that they have extremely high military literacy.

To commemorate the great achievements of Airani, the Daughter of Fire, the cloaks they used were all dyed with the roots of madder clover, like warm and peaceful flames, guarding this cold and barren world.

When these legions with iron will and discipline appeared, the morning mist seemed to burn with flames and slowly dissipated, revealing this legion named after fire to the eyes of the world.

They formed a neat array like the waves of the sea. Their heavy horses, over two meters tall and weighing nearly 900 kilograms, were heavily armored and heavily armed. Like a heavy tank, they formed an undulating wall of crimson flames, advancing upon the enemy. As their hooves trod, deep pits sank into the ground, emitting a heart-pounding clatter.

These orc cavalrymen, riding brown and gray heavy horses, were breathing heavily, spewing out bursts of white mist from the gaps in their helmets. Through their narrow vision, their gray-blue eyes stared at the group of black and red enemies in front of them.

Faced with this powerful enemy, these orcs had none of their previous fanatical and ignorant temperament. Instead, they were calm and quiet, so quiet that it was chilling.

"Red Flame, form a formation!" The heavy battle axes were raised high, and the cavalrymen wearing crimson cloaks changed their positions while moving. Within seconds, sharp triangular arrows appeared in the wilderness.

As the extraordinary cores in their bodies worked at full capacity, the orc cavalry in the wilderness were like flames, connecting into a red ocean that rose and fell with the height of the plain and spread out.

"A commendable opponent, let's begin."

Darcy raised the shining black and red lance high, jumped down from the hill on his horse, and led the cavalry behind him to pierce the enemy formation like a narrow black sword.

Faced with the crimson sea of ​​flames sweeping across the earth, they had even more rapid speed and penetrating power. Under the leadership of the generals, they rushed towards the sweeping lava waves like agile and ferocious black dragon.