Every knight, with a decisive fighting spirit in his eyes, generously went to his death.

The charge continued, and the corpses around the brute green continued to increase, and the corpses blocked the way of the knight's charge, and the knight stepped on the bodies of his comrades and rushed forward, and after they fell, they were trampled by the war horses behind them, turning into countless pieces of meat.

There were no shouts, no roars, only the sound of swords clashing and the muffled sound of heavy swords slapping flesh.

This is a real sea of corpses and blood.

Many people couldn't bear to look at this tragic situation anymore, so they withdrew their gaze and looked at the luxurious chariot.

The light gauze curtain had been opened, and the ruling palace master looked at the battlefield without the slightest hesitation in his eyes, let alone say a word of retreat.

What he shows is a disregard for life, even if those who died were his subordinates.

Kyushu is the most powerful cavalry in the world today, and five people went to death generously.

Just for, defeat that man.

At dusk.

The palace master, who had been silent for a long time, finally turned around, and the luxurious chariot turned around and drove towards the Chinese army camp.

The Knight of Judgment stopped the charge.

One of the adjudicating deacons walked out into the wilderness, and when he came to the brute, the blood had reached the instep of his feet, and the air was thick with the smell of blood, he saluted the man who was still straight, and asked, "Will I be allowed to bring the soldiers back?"

By soldiers, he meant the corpses and the wounded.

Manqing thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes." ”

The adjudicating deacon respectfully said, "You are a respectable enemy. ”

Manqing didn't answer, and turned back to go back under the pergola.

Ao Fenggu took the sword in his hand, "Second Senior Brother works hard. ”

Manqing snorted, took off his shirt full of blood and minced meat, and poured a bucket of water over his head, leaving blood stains along his legs and staining a large area of land under his feet.

After dinner, Manqing fell into a deep sleep.

Ao Fenggu looked in the direction of the Swinging God Valley, and his mood became heavier and heavier.

Early the next morning, Ao Fenggu was awakened by a drum sound, he followed the sound, and saw that in the Valley of the Dangshen, a high platform was built at some point, and a huge animal skin drum was placed on the high platform, and a burly half-orc was holding a wooden mallet, beating the drum face down and down.

Rows of warriors came out of the middle of the orcs, in groups of five, stepping on the drums and shouting loudly, and came to the road composed of the roots of the Kunlun Divine Tree.

The drumming suddenly stopped, and the roar of the orcs resounded throughout the Valley of the Swinging Gods.

The orc warriors began to run, faster and faster, and as they went, many of the orcs began to go berserk and turn into beasts of prey, with sharp fangs and claws.

Man Qing was already standing at the end of the road, changing into clothes, holding an iron sword like a door panel in his hand.

The orcs do not have the skill of adjudicating knights, but they are more ferocious in combat.

Manqing still waved the iron sword in his hand, slapping the orc warriors into the air.

Last night, the Phoenix people carried back the body and the wounded of the knight, and there was only blood on the ground that had not yet dried.

A mad orc warrior flew out and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

The wasteland is poor, the lives of orcs are worthless, and they are even more humble compared to the knights of the judgment, so last night, the lord of the palace of judgment issued an order for the orcs to charge today.

The Beastmaster sat in a large chair and watched as the warriors of his clan died one by one, clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms without realizing it.

In the blue sky, an eagle hovered in the sky, and when it saw the half-orc warriors rushing below, it seemed to feel the terrifying battle intent, and flapped its wings in fright and flew away.

This time in the human-phoenix war, the orcs, as the vanguard, already played the role of cannon fodder, so from the morning to the afternoon, no matter how many people died, the half-orcs never stopped.

A priest came to the Beastmaster's side, his eyes full of worry, "King, do you want the warriors to stop first?"

The Beastmaster did not answer.

The priest hesitated for a moment, then counted, "More than 2,800 people have been lost, they are our people, and they are also our brothers, ...... continue like this."

"This is war!" said the Beastmaster coldly.

The priest did not retreat, "This is the war of the Phoenix Clan, they don't take our lives seriously, even if they can really win the Terrans, how many of us orcs can be left?"

The Beastmaster clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red.

At this moment, there was a sudden cheer from the front, followed by the army of orcs.

"Could it be that the man has finally been defeated?" the beastmaster was stunned for a moment, and quickly stood up to look, only to see that in the wilderness, the man was still standing there in good shape.

"What are they happy about?" the Beastmaster asked.

A personal guard hurriedly ran over, his face full of excitement, "Wang, that person, that person has changed to holding a sword in his left hand!"

The beast king was stunned, that man, just by changing the sword from his right hand to the left and right, he could make the army of half-orcs excited, which showed how much pressure he brought to everyone.

"Is it just a change of hands?" muttered the Beastmaster.

The guard said excitedly, "It's changed hands, it's changed, it means that he will be tired, as long as he can be tired, he can be injured, and we have hope of defeating him." ”

The beastmaster was not happy at all, and even if he could exhaust that person to death, the orc would have to pay an unbearable price.

Today is only the third day.

At dusk, the orcs stopped their attack and sent men to the battlefield to carry the corpses and wounded.

At sunset on the fourth day, countless fires were lit in the Valley of the Gods, and people carried the corpses into the fire, and the scorching flames immediately enveloped the corpses, and the fires burned even more vigorously.

At this moment, both the ruling knights and the orcs were silent.

A cry suddenly sounded, and everyone followed the sound to see a young orc holding a corpse, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Stop, let go of my Abba, I want to take Abba home, stop it!"

The two orcs had red eyes, and they didn't know what to do with the orc boy.

A burly orc walked over and slapped the young man in the face, and the young man was directly stunned.

The burly orc shouted: "Death is death, your abba is dead, my brother is also dead, you will die, I will die too, but the half-orcs are the most brave warriors, there are no cowering cowards!"

He turned and ordered the two orcs to lift the body and throw it into the fire.

Tongues of fire engulfed the corpse in an instant.

The half-orc boy fell to his knees and wailed as his legs went limp.

Everyone stepped forward to comfort them, but the young man suddenly rushed forward and jumped directly into the fire.

At the last moment when he was swept by the tongue of fire, everyone clearly saw relief on his face.

Sparks splashed out and flew into the night sky along with the smoke.

Ao Fenggu looked at the sky-high flame, stabilized the disgusting scorching smell, and asked, "Why did they burn the corpse?"

"Because they don't know how long this war will last," said the gloomy man, "it's spring, and in a few days, the corpses will rot and stink, and if they are not dealt with in time, the plague will spread." ”

Ao Fenggu looked at Manqing.

"That wasn't what I intended. ”

(End of chapter)