"Be careful, father, you're not young anymore after all!" Garin shook the flesh and blood from the swords in his hands, and laughed back at his father. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Haha, you boy!" King Solas laughed twice, and then swooped down nimbly on the orcs who were pouring up the city, not at all looking like an old man half-cut into the ground.

His own father was so violent, how could Prince Garin be left behind, and he also roared angrily and rushed towards the orc army.

Inspired by the bravery of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince, the palace guards burst into great combat force, and they fought bravely, pushing back the orc army, which was already pressing back a few steps of the human line.

With two one-handed swords in his hands, Kurbanke quickly roamed around King Solas, reaping the lives of the orcs one by one.

In contrast to King Soras's father and son, Kurbanke's methods were almost like a dance—he danced the dance of death like a butterfly through a flower, his movements almost elusive, and his glittering sword wheel glided through the throats and limbs of the orcs, taking away a puff of blood.

While fighting with the orcs, while glancing at the figure of Kurbanke, De Jong couldn't help but be secretly frightened in his heart - he didn't expect this elder chamberlain who usually lived in the deep palace to have such a unique skill?

De Jong, who had been in the aristocratic upper class for many years, couldn't help but think of the rumors he had heard - it is said that when His Majesty King Solas first ascended the throne, because he was too young and because of the early death of his brother, many nobles were interested in becoming warlords and secretly wanted to move.

At the same time, there were a few old fellows among the nobles, who did not want to replace the Tolbain family and became independent, but hoped to establish a parliamentary system and gain more power.

In such a difficult situation, His Majesty King Solas overcame all difficulties and finally firmly grasped the royal power, and in the process, the most bizarre thing was the silent and strange death of several stubborn advocates of the restriction of royal power.

There are faint rumors among the nobles that the death of those main rivals was due to the fact that King Solas controlled a team of assassins called the Night Assassins, who were out of sight of ordinary people, but loyally harvested the lives of every enemy for King Solas.

De Jong had always scoffed at this argument - how could the consolidation of royal power be carried out by assassination alone? That would only bring panic to people, not submission, but now, seeing that Kurbanke was at ease on the battlefield, De Jong could not help but believe a little bit of the truth of the "Night Assassin" - Lord Kurbanke's current appearance is exactly the same as the description of the "Night Assassin"!

"De Jong, what are you thinking?" In a trance, De Jong felt a huge force coming from the left side of his body, pushing him to the side.

De Jong, who came back to his senses, saw that opposite the place where he had just stood, a hideous-looking orc had his right arm cut off by a two-handed sword, and was covering his wounds and wailing, and his severed arm holding a battle axe fell to the ground, twitching constantly.

With a sound of "brushing", De Jong did not hesitate, a sword pierced the body of the orc in front of him, and pulled out his two-handed big sword by stepping on the corpse of the orc, so that De Jong had the opportunity to thank his savior: "Robin, thank you!"

"Hmph!" Robin dragged a stump leg, and behind him were several veterans of Riptide Castle who were also disabled, these veterans had a relatively large gap with the orcs in terms of physical strength and fighting ability, but they cleverly adopted a small team formation, relying on a small range to fight more with less, fighting tenaciously on the battlefield, killing the orcs while also protecting themselves well.

"Hmph, your life is mine, don't be killed by orcs out of nowhere before I kill you!" Robin said to De Jong, leaning back against several of his comrades.

"Haha, no!" De Jong heard the insincerity in Robin's tone, and he quickly moved to Robin's side, joining Robin and the veterans.

Back to back with his comrades, De Jong looked at the orcs who were flocking to the city more and more, the number of palace guards was still limited, once the orcs gained a foothold in a certain section of the city wall, more orcs would climb up through this section of the city wall, spread and spread around, until now, every city wall had been lost, and the palace guards and orcs fought each other in the corridors of the city wall, stubbornly waiting for the arrival of rescue.

How long has it been? De Jong had no sense of time at this point, he only knew that the orcs had not yet withdrawn, and he was going to fight.

At this moment, De Jong suddenly heard several "whoosh" sounds, and looking at the source of the sound, De Jong couldn't help but be shocked - ropes were thrown up from under the city wall, and then the ropes were suddenly straightened, and the metal hook at the top firmly hooked the head of Riptide Castle.

"No, cut those hooks!" De Jong commanded loudly, as he pounced on the battlements behind the orcs.

Without the help of ropes, the orcs had to climb to the top of the city, which was dangerous and inconvenient, but if the orcs held these ropes to the city walls, it would be a piece of cake to climb up to the top of Riptide Castle, and if the orcs poured up to the city head at such a rate, these thousands of court guards would definitely not be able to stop them.

At the captain's command, the palace guards regained their tired bodies and rushed to the edge of the wall, and at the slightest opportunity, they rose up and cut the ropes that were taut under the iron hooks.

Of course, in order to achieve this goal, the palace guards paid a great price, they had to give up the defense behind their backs in order to cut the rope, and many palace guards also died tragically at the battlements of the city wall because of their struggle to cut the rope.

De Jong slashed and slashed, frantically repelled the enemy in front of him, grabbed to the side of the city wall, raised his two-handed sword and slashed at a rope.

The rope broke at the sound of the sound, but De Jong did not stop, but brandished his great sword left and right to cut other ropes nearby, and at this moment, De Jong suddenly heard a shout: "Be careful!"

When De Jong turned around, he saw two orcs brandishing their weapons together, roaring at him, De Jong used his great sword to block the warhammer of one of the orcs, but there was no way to care about the other, and he could only watch as the sharp axe blade approached his unsuspecting back, hoping that his armor would withstand the attack, even if it was an unrealistic extravagance.