"Whew...... ......"King Solas finally retreated from the front line and entered the formation of the palace guards, gasping for breath with his hammer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the battle was on the battlefield, I didn't feel that once I stopped, the exhaustion of the body hit like a tide, and what was even more uncomfortable was that most of the muscles were so stiff that I couldn't move, but the pain from the shallow wound cut by the arrow was not offset by the paralysis at all, but became more and more intense.

"Terenus...... Haven't you arrived yet?" asked King Solas as he gasped, half to himself, half to Prince Garin.

The current situation is not optimistic, although the morale of the palace guards is still high because His Majesty has personally participated in the battle, but it is already a fact that the orcs have established themselves on the city walls, and it is simply an extravagant hope to drive them down with the military power in the city.

The orcs occupy a part of the city wall, and more orcs can naturally rely on ropes to quickly climb the city wall, and the orcs in front of the palace guards are like leeks in the field, cutting stubble after stubble, and the flow continues.

If this continues, Riptide Castle will only be able to hold out for another half an hour at most, or if it is fought and retreated, if it insists on resisting the orcs on the walls, perhaps the palace guards will soon be wiped out.

"Not yet...... Father. Despite the obvious question, Prince Garin answered with difficulty.

In the previous battle, Prince Garin had been fortunate not to suffer any fatal wounds, but there were quite a few flesh wounds, and he looked anxiously to the north of Riptide Castle, expecting to see the smoke and dust rising all the way, but found nothing.

"Your Majesty, remove the walls!" Kurbanke temporarily withdrew his two one-handed swords into the scabbards at his waist, and the leather armor on his body changed from the original light yellow to the current tan, and even at this time, large drops of blood still dripped from the corners of his clothes, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the purple-red dye vat.

"No, you can't pull it down. King Solas rejected Kurbanke's offer - he knew what his chamberlain meant, and the palace guards remained on the walls, in effect receiving the onslaught of the orc army head-on.

Once the walls are retreated, the palace guards can rely on the complex terrain and orcs in the city to fight in the streets, and even sacrifice a small part of the broken palace guards, while the others protect King Solas himself and quickly retreat to the palace, where it is more difficult to defend and difficult to attack, and the walls of the city wall are almost impossible to climb, lacking heavy weapons, and the orcs who have not even broken the gates of Rapids must be helpless against the palace city.

However, King Solas did not want to do this - as the only formed army in Riptide Castle, once the palace guards removed the walls, whether they turned into street fighting or retreated into the palace, it was the civilians of the city's residential areas who suffered.

What would it be like for the beastly orc army to enter the city's residential quarters? King Solas was sure it was not much better than the tragedy that had happened at the junction in front of Fort Riptide.

King Solas couldn't do anything about the civilians who had been tortured by the trolls before, but now that he was in Riptide Castle, right at the head of Riptide Castle, he could save the inhabitants of the city from harm, even if it was only for half an hour.

If he retreats from the walls for his own safety, even if he survives, King Solas will not be able to forgive himself for such a cowardice - he is a man who wants to become the Emperor, a true emperor, and will never abandon his subjects.

"Kill all the dogs!" King Solas rested enough, struggling to raise his golden hammer and shouting in a near-bursting tone.

Although His Majesty's voice was no longer majestic, it reached the ears of the palace guards with such affection - why should His Majesty be so honored to fight alongside us?

"Kill all the dogs!" said Prince Garin, standing beside his father, raising his two-handed sword in his hand, and echoed loudly - at this moment, Prince Garin was proud to have such a father - his father was the greatest king in the history of the kingdom of Stormgard, and even if His Majesty King Terenus did not arrive in time, the history of mankind could be recorded as a glorious and tragic one- The kings and princes of the Torbane family of Fort Riptide died at the head of Fort Riptide in battle to protect their subjects, and did not take a step back until they died.

Kurbanke sighed silently, and he drew his weapon from the Cambridge at his waist again, and clasped it around his wrist with his backhand—as the head of His Majesty's chamberlain, he had shared His Majesty's secrets, his majesty, his glory, and his ambitions and ambitions since they were children. Even if tonight, everything that was before will be gone with the wind, at least I can share the last glory with His Majesty the King—a heroic death.

Slightly arched to his feet, Kurbanke was about to pounce on the orcs who were blocked by spears outside the formation, screaming and shouting to break the formation of the palace guards, he keenly noticed the anomaly in the north of Riptide Castle, and after confirming in amazement that he was not mistaken, the usually calm chief of the chamberlain suddenly grabbed King Solas's shoulder excitedly, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, look over there, reinforcements have arrived!

Outside Riptide Castle, Kilrog was unleashing his left eye, a huge terrifying green eye floating in the air, projecting the scuffle that had taken place at the head of Riptide Castle in front of Orgrim.

"These guys can't hold on, Hammer of Doom. Kilrog said excitedly, his left eye was only a hollow eye socket, and under the moonlight, he could even see the white bones in the socket, which was particularly terrifying.

"Yes......" Ogrim mused, not pleased. Although the losses of the orcs have not yet been counted, they must have been quite numerous, and although the defenders of the city had a great advantage in the siege battle, and the orcs did not have heavy weapons, after all, there were only so many soldiers in the city who could fight, and the battle was still fought like this, which made him feel very disappointed in his men.

Perhaps, Ogrim thought, he should redefine the human race, which will always become unassertive and helpless and slaughtered when a powerful foreign enemy suddenly strikes, but once there is a determined and powerful commander, humanity will burst into a tenacious and fanatical fighting spirit that the orcs cannot understand, and they will fight not so much for themselves as for their faith.