In the seventeenth year of the Hawke Empire's calendar, under the active performance of the elite middle-level powerhouses selected in the Great Martial Arts Competition. The Northern Empire gradually recovered its decline in the southern battlefield, and General Manhattan, the supreme leader of the southern battlefield of the Empire, seized the opportunity without hesitation, and then commanded the northerners to launch the most ferocious counterattack.

In just four months, under the command of General Manhattan, the Hawke Empire has regained nearly 400 kilometers of territory on the battlefield. Now, the Hawke Empire has gathered 60,000 troops in the eastern part of the battlefield. It is intended to recover Haichao City, an important city on the southern coast of the Hawk Empire.

"Rondo! You fucking send half a team to Lao Tzu to pick it up, he can't hold it anymore! And you! Alberon, take your horse archer and throw it forward, and let Lao Tzu hold down the group of fireball-throwing dogs! Don't complain to Lao Tzu about the lack of arrows, the lives of the brothers matter! As long as people can live, they can have as many weapons and arrows as they want!" Kordak commanded as he slashed and slashed on his horse.

In normal times, Kordak would not have so much foul language, but after half a year of getting along, Kordak gradually found that the group of guys under his hands were the most efficient only when they were scolded. So during this time, Cordak always kept swearing in his mouth, which made Vera roll her eyes.

"Boss, I can't stand it here!" A few minutes later, Rondo, who was answering the sunspot, reluctantly asked for help.

There is no way around this, and in terms of the personal qualities of the warriors, the northern warriors are slightly higher than the southern stokers in terms of physical fitness and average rank.

However, the mental power and magical talent of the southerners are also left behind the northerners, which leads to the fact that the Stoke people not only have more high-level mages than the Hawk Empire, but also the number and quality of low-level magic apprentices that can be produced in batches are higher than those of the northerners.

No, in this battle to clear the outposts around Haichao City. The Stokers had a squad of low-level mages on the battlefield he was in charge of. Although there are only ten people in number, and the average level of the squad is only level five, no matter what, these ten people are all genuine mages who can cast the third-level spell fireball technique.

Think about it, once a fireball explodes, the killing radius is about two meters or so. No one of these ten low-level mages can only cast three fireballs, so there are thirty of them. Under the cover of this terrifying firepower, it was already an incredible thing that the team led by Kordak did not rout immediately.

"Damn, don't you always say you're violent, why are you wilting like a today?" Kordak was also red-eyed, and he simply threw the spear he used for riding to Vera, and then pulled out the lava blade from his back and jumped off the horse.

"Kordak!" Vera caught the spear and knew that this guy's old mistake had been repeated.

Although the captain can only be regarded as a middle-level officer, he should get rid of the level of charging anyway. But maybe it's a bad habit brought about by a long-term mercenary life, Kordaq will ignore his identity once he is in a hurry on the battlefield, this guy usually explodes first, and then rushes into the enemy pile with his giant sword to fight.

Although this practice was a boost to the overall morale of the brigade, Vera, who was an adjutant and woman of Kordak, knew that Kordak's practice had added nearly fifty deep or shallow scars to him in just a few months. So, when she saw this guy rushing forward desperately, Vera sighed in her heart.

"Drink!" Kordak rushed to the forefront of the battlefield and let out a chilling battle cry at the overwhelming Stoke army.

More than two dozen Stoke fighters fell into a nervous breakdown because of his roar, and the two or three people standing in front of Kordak were directly shocked to the point that their eardrums were ruptured, and they fell to the ground and couldn't stop **.

After controlling the enemy's movements, Kordak did not rush to attack, but instead turned around and threw back several Hawk Imperial warriors who were also a little dazed by his battle cry.

"Lean back a little bit, don't get in the way!" Kordaq said as he pushed his comrades back.

After confirming that there were no friendly troops within three meters of him, Kordak nodded with satisfaction: "I can finally fight happily!"

In the next second, the tall man was completely transformed into a humanoid meat grinder. His greatsword mercilessly harvests the lives of the Stoke people. No matter what the enemy, if he doesn't resist, then Kordak will cut him in half with a single sword, and if he resists, then Kordak will cut him in half with his men and weapons!

"You're the man I've taken a fancy to Rondo!, boss, you're fiercer than I am!" Rondo finally breathed a sigh of relief after being picked up by Kordak, laughing as he viciously fought back against the pursuing enemy.

But it was because of this distraction that the blade of a Stoke soldier was less than half a meter away from his back.

Burst!

Vera's arrow pierced the soldier's head with precision and time, and then Rondo heard the tigress screaming: "Rondo, you idiot! Be careful with the old lady, next time the old lady will not guarantee that your boy will die!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Sister Vera!" Although Vera is far from being Rondo's opponent in a head-to-head duel, Rondo's reverence for this woman is still higher than that of Kordak!

"Thank me for not just talking about it, help me take care of Kordaq more, that idiot is so rushed that he can't find anyone!" Vera said a little anxiously, today Kordak not only rushed to the front line, but also went deep into the enemy position, is this guy crazy?

"Heh, why did you run there?!" Rondo was also stunned when he saw Kordak's position, he himself was already standing in the front row of the battlefield, and Kordaq was twenty meters ahead of him.

Now Kordaq has no comrades or guards around him except for Stoke and Stoke. How could he be alone in such a state? Is he crazy?

"Sister, don't worry, watch my brother pull your man back!" Even a reckless man like Rondo knew that Kordak would definitely be in danger if he rushed down again, so he hurriedly brandished his two-handed sword, ready to kill and rescue Kordak.

"Don't come here!" Cordak suddenly became anxious when he saw Rondo's screaming appearance, and he waved his sword without looking back, "If you dare to come here, you will definitely become a roast pig!"

"????" Rondo didn't know why, but in the past few months, he had developed the habit of unconditionally obeying Kordak's orders, so Kordak didn't let him come, and he really didn't rush forward. This guy just kept a distance of about ten meters from Kordak, so that if there was any emergency, Rondo could also arrive in time.

On the other side, the commander on Stoker's side also saw the lone Kordak going deep.

"Oh, is that the Iron Bear Kordak?" the commander asked his lieutenant as he looked at the man who was as fierce as the god of war possessed him.

"Judging by the size and strength, it should be him. The adjutant replied.

"Good. The commander nodded: "I have long heard that this bear is brave, I thought it was very powerful! Pass my orders!"

"Listen!" the adjutant got down on one knee.

"Let the mage team pour all the remaining magic power on that bear, there are fireballs with fireballs, there are ice arrows with ice arrows, even if it is just throwing magic missiles at me, you have to squeeze out the last trace of your own magic power!" The commander said viciously: "I don't believe that with so much magic poured out, can this guy still live?"

"But......" The adjutant hesitated, "Kordak is now in our position, and if the mage team's spells target him, we will undoubtedly injure our own people by mistake." ”

"A few soldiers for the lives of a high-ranking soldier and captain, this deal is worth it!" The commander waved his hand without hesitation: "Carry out the order!"

"Yes!" the lieutenant didn't hesitate any longer, he saluted the commander and ran towards the mage squad ahead.

"Hah!" Kordak slashed with a swift slash, and the poor Stoke soldier's head flew out like a ball, his body still in place, his severed neck spurting blood. Two seconds later, the body slowly fell to the ground.

The irresistible strength of Kordak instilled a little fear in the hearts of the Stoke soldiers. They roamed cautiously around Kordak, but few dared to go up and fight him. Because they have already confirmed one thing through a dozen lives, their numbers are almost useless in the face of the power of high-ranking warriors.

While the warriors were still fearing and hesitating, a fireball flew towards Kordaq with a slight sound of breaking wind.

Without hesitation, Kordaq swung his sword and slashed, his lava blade slicing the fireball directly into the air.

"Boom!"

Although it is only a fireball spell cast by a low-level mage, as the most lethal third-level spell, the fireball spell is only comparable to the fourth-level or even some fifth-level spells in terms of power. So, a violent explosion occurred centered on Kordak. The blazing air scalded many of the Stoke soldiers, and the strong blast of wind swayed them.

Kordak waved the lava blade in his hand casually, with the weapon Kordak once forcibly took over Saron's fireball technique, these magic apprentices are just a small meaning!

But before he could put on a pose and play tricks, a second fireball flew over, followed by a third, a fourth, and then an ice arrow and a magic missile.

In just an instant, Kordaq was completely covered by colorful magical light. The explosion of the fireball technique stirred up a lot of smoke and dust, completely burying his body.