Chapter 44: On the Plains

"Sonorous. Zhao Mian casually threw the long sword left by the strong orc just now to the side, and the crisp sound of gold and stone clashing came from not far from him, accompanied by the roars of countless strong orcs in the background. These strong orcs are not much different from the ones I saw two days ago, the same stout, the same armor and soldiers. They cursed loudly at the constantly shining light bulb in front of them, at the dragon that was swooping down from the sky from time to time to take away several enemies, and at the timid blonde hair in the Holy Helmet canal that was already visible to the naked eye - but it didn't make them rush through the obstacles posed by Zhao Mian and Sarsdom any faster, but they were created as soldiers and there was the most obvious difference between them and the two guys in front of them.

In the dazzling flames, the young grass that had just burst out of the ground swayed in the light, and these flames of light and warmth did not harm them in any way, but they did not provide them with any nutrients - but the strong orcs who fell around them would be the best fertilizer for the next spring.

In the eyes of the defenders of the Holy Helmet Canal, it was as if it were an illusory dream. When the bright beasts with the morning dew and the morning light, and the light of the water droplets on their armor, appeared in front of them with hundreds of wolves, they were ready to fight, and countless soldiers who had just fallen asleep because of the change of shift were awakened from their sleep by the sound of loud horns, and they hurriedly put on their armor, clenched their blades, and rushed from the barracks to the defense line of the Holy Helmet Canal, but what appeared in front of them was not countless enemies, nor unexpected reinforcements, but- Soaring Holy Flame.

The white flames burned silently on the ground in front of the Holy Helmet Canal, as if it were about to burn the entire grassland, and in the eyes of the defenders, except for the not wide ditch, all that came into view was this endless flame, and a giant dragon hovering high in the sky.

Zhao Mian plunged headlong into the midst of the surprise attack force of the strong orcs. At that time, he had just left the Fagon Forest, and the fact that Treebeard would lead the Treemen to join the battlefield was excellent news, but it was not a good time to celebrate in the face of the white-handed army that was about to reach the Valley of the Holy Helmet, so Zhao Mian immediately prepared to inform Gandalf and Xiudun of the good news, and hoped that this was from the ancient, long-forgotten power of mankind to persuade Xiyouton to get out of the tall fortress. Especially after feeling the power of Saruman's words, the corrosive power that he may be able to guarantee the minds of a small number of people, but no one can guarantee that the rest can resist Saruman's words. But just as Sarsdom cut through the clouds and pierced through the thin clouds that stood in front of him, he was greeted by an army of orcs that were about to reach the Sacred Helm Canal—not a lot in number, not enough to win even a disastrous victory, but enough to have a fatal effect on the whole war. So there was almost no time to react, Zhao Mian, who was in the sky above them at that time, jumped down directly, and in the sky, a little bit of light first attracted the attention of those strong orcs, and then the blooming brilliance directly blinded their eyes, and Zhao Mian took the holy flame that was already burning all over his body, and crashed straight into the center of the enemy- The white flames turned the enemies around him into corpses on the ground in an instant, and before those strong orcs could react to what was happening, the flames had already enveloped them all, Zhao Mian let the holy flames fill the entire land he could influence, and the wall of flames erected on the edge of the area did not even dare the bravest strong orcs dare to try- Because several reckless wolf knights have already given their young lives, well, of course they are young, and it has only been a month since they were created until this time.

"Bang!" A powerful blow, Zhao Mian knocked the wolf knight who charged towards him out with the wolf he was sitting on, the enemy and his wolf had lost their lives in an instant under this attack, whether it was a strong blow, or the accompanying holy light was enough to make more of him go to the fate of death, but he who had died brought an unexpected gain to Zhao Mian, those enemies who had planned to take the opportunity to attack together under the blow of this huge flying prop, once again left Zhao Mian's attack range with a few corpsesBut they did not escape another attack when they gathered, and a low-altitude breath from Sarsdom made them disappear into the long river of history.

"You may still have a chance to win a battle with me, otherwise this endless holy flame will devour your filthy body!" Zhao Mian shouted loudly, with a translator, he believed that the intelligent beings of any race could understand his words, so he pestled the war hammer in his hand to the ground, gripped the handle of the war hammer with his shining hands, looked around him, and then shouted at the enemies who were gnashing their teeth and staring at him- The wings forged by the light floated behind him like an illusion, and a humanoid figure made of light in a heavy battle armor also followed closely behind him, "Cowering can't make the flames under your feet stop stinging your legs, and hiding can't make this boundless holy flame weak, it's normal for you to live and die on the battlefield, so, come on! Fight me! Your master is watching here, and he has given you the only mission, which is to fight - until death!" Now, it's time to fulfill your mission!"

"Whew!!!!!!!!" There was an indescribable silence that made the sound of Sassedom flapping his wings all the harsh. And I don't know which wolf knight's wolf couldn't stand this atmosphere in the first place, and the wolf howl with a little pain pierced far away on this wide plain. It was like a signal, the already belligerent strong orcs seemed to have been burned with the last shred of their sanity by the Holy Flame, and they roared angrily and charged at Zhao Mian from all directions, one after the other—this was their instinct, the instinct that Saruman had given when he created it, to fight for the sake of fighting.

The wolf knight rushed to Zhao Mian's side first, and the big fishy mouth of the wolf under them viciously brought the result of the first round of attacks, which meant that the beast's teeth could not break through the protection of the epic armor. The weapons in their hands immediately carried out a second round of attacks on Zhao Mian, but unfortunately, except for a few wolf knights equipped with meteor hammers and maces, they did not cause much trouble to Zhao Mian.

Zhao Mian raised the war hammer in his hand in the midst of their fierce attack, and the hammer of the war hammer shone with brilliant light, as if it had condensed into substance. Then he slammed the hammer into the ground in front of him, and countless rays of light burst out of it, and the shockwave of the light wave tore away the wolves that were biting at his armor and the riders on them—many of them were shattered by the shockwave, and their foul blood stained Zhao Mian's armor black.

Zhao Mian ignored the blood still flowing on his body, and he also charged at those roaring enemies in reverse, and his loud battle cry echoed on the plain: "For the glory of the Holy Light!"

Under the cover of the firelight, the gates of the Sacred Helm Canal slowly opened, and a group of knights rushed out of it, the first four riding three horses—the axes held high by the dwarves reflected their dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.