The knights not far away suddenly let out a shout, "Who is there!" Lea heard the nervousness from his intimidation, and almost immediately bounced off the ground, drew her dagger, and made a defensive gesture.

In the silent forest, the leaves rustle and the cries of night owls can be heard in the darkness.

Dreadtooth orcs!

Out of the corner of her eye, Leah's eyes were focused on the jungle not far away, where a gray shadow lurked, and there was a slight commotion around her. Leah immediately used all her strength and issued a warning: "All on alert!"

As soon as the voice fell, a gray shadow slammed through the bushes like a heavy bear and rushed out. It was tall, a head taller than a human, shoulders as wide as two people side by side, skin as pale as a corpse, an ugly pig-like face smeared with blood like a skull, and outturned lips with sharp fangs like snow wolves.

The naked muscular knotted upper body, draped in rudimentary leather armor, and a pair of giant hands carrying a huge blood-stained war hammer, rushed out like a tank, and those gray-green eyes glowed green like wolves in the night.

"Get out of the way!"

Leah quickly pushed Mark away from her side, then stepped back and moved sideways. The orc's collision carries a powerful impact, and once it is hit, even a fierce horse will fall to the ground.

Moreover, this is a - orc centurion! The warhammer in his hand, because of years of drinking blood, has a rusty red shell, exuding a strong smell of blood.

While Leah and Mark dodged, the orc centurion showed great combat skills, changing course and sweeping with a sledgehammer to expand the attack area.

Bulkyness is the only weakness of orcs, and her father, Jarrot, has told Leah countless times that the first thing she does when she meets an orc centurion is to run away!

Yes, it's that simple and straightforward!

The Knights once captured a centurion's bloody war hammer, which weighed nearly 100 pounds, and the knights of the Order's most powerful knights could not wield even a single one.

Its terrifying lethality and armor-piercing ability can be imagined.

Even if you are a knight with bravery, the best option in this situation is to run away. Their short swords and armor were vulnerable to heavy hammers.

Only a true Holy Spirit Knight can compete with it!

Leah quickly rolled over and rolled off into the distance. However, Mark unfortunately stepped on a muddy puddle after the rain and half of his calf sank in. And at this moment, the wind of the warhammer breaking through the air whistled.

Mark, who had no choice, could only stubbornly raise his sword and take it hard. Then the moment the swords and hammers clashed, a crisp cracking sound came, sharp and thin, making the scalp tingle.

As the captain of the knights, Mark reacted extremely quickly, and the moment he heard the voice, he chose to abandon the sword. Then he fell sideways to the ground and tactically rolled.

The screams of knights and the roars of orcs began to be heard in the darkness not far away, and in the shadowy forest, one after another desperate strong orcs appeared, armed with all kinds of strange weapons, and brutally slaughtered!

The missing orc seemed a little annoyed, let out a threatening roar in his throat, and threw his hammer into the embarrassed Mark.

With a bang, Mark's undrawn foot was as fragile as a clay pot in front of the heavy hammer, and it was smashed in an instant, and the blood mixed with mud splashed like rain.

The screams rang out!

Leah, who had just gotten up from the ground, did not lose her voice and scream, which would cause the orcs to be on guard. Instead, he calmly adjusted the angle, exerted his legs, twisted his waist, and stabbed straight out of the short sword.

But the orc centurion still heard the footsteps, and he was not obsessed with hammering Mark's chest, and the knight with a broken foot posed no threat.

The muscles full of strength and beauty reacted quickly, and with a twist of the wrist, the heavy giant hammer threw out mud and blood, sweeping out diagonally from the bottom up.

Leah rolled swiftly from under the whistling hammer to the orc's side, and at the same time the short sword changed from stabbing to slashing, slashing through the waist of the orc centurion, tearing a bloody streak.

"Woo!" the orc let out a dull growl, looking enraged, its emotionless gray-green eyes staring at Leah, the knight who didn't look strong.

Leah, who fled to the side, breathed heavily, and the air she exhaled turned to smoke, and the bloodstained dagger didn't do much damage to the orcs—their resilient skin was a natural layer of leather armor.

Mark propped his arms and crawled back, his broken leg bones revealing white stubble, but the orc centurion didn't bother to pay any attention to him.

The orc centurion didn't continue to attack, his chest began to rise and fall, he didn't care about the bleeding wound on his waist, and two large swings of the 100-pound war hammer in a row would also severely drain his physical strength.

The orc centurion spoke a few words in a language that Leah did not understand, and his voice was hoarse and dull, like the low roar of a beast, and his tone was full of mockery.

"Holy Spirit!" Leah didn't intend to give him a chance to breathe, and swung her short sword at the attack. After years of training in the Holy Spirit Church, her swordsmanship is extremely good, and her body is also very agile, but she soon felt the horror of the orc centurion, he is very experienced in combat, while dodging, he constantly swings the war hammer in small increments, and only chooses the character to block the attack of the vital parts.

After leaving three bloody wounds on the orc centurion, one of Leah's dodges was a beat slower, and the rust-red warhammer swept through the shoulder, and the blood flowed out from between the iron rings of the chain mail and dripped down the shoulder, red like a fire.

"Leah, run, you can't defeat him!" Mark knew that his life would remain in the Dawnbreak Forest forever, but his loyalty made him grit his teeth and lean against the tree, draw his throwing spear from his waist, and throw it with all his strength.

The orc centurion, who was parrying Leah's tidal attack, had no time to clone and was hit in the lower ribs with a pop. This time, he was truly enraged, and his muscles trembled, and he burst out with tremendous power, swinging the war hammer with a large amount of force again.

Leah could only roll out again, out of range of the swing.

"Run, Run, Leah. Mark cried out in tears, holding the second throwing gun in his hand: "Alice is still waiting for you to come home!"

The battle makes Leah's blood boil, and she just wants to kill the centurion and save Mark. But his words woke her up to the fact that Alice had lost her father and could no longer afford to lose her sister.

I promised her!

Will definitely go home!

Leah began to turn and run, breaking into the endless darkness, tears splashing and her heart aching and unable to breathe. The moment he turned around, the bloody hammer slammed into Mark's chest, and blood splattered like fireworks.

Abandoning his knight and running away alone is a shame for the lord that cannot be washed away for a lifetime!

The orc centurion represents more than strength, but is also the commander of the orc army, with at least thirty orc retinues. There is no doubt that this is the end of the Blackstone Knights, who have only twenty-seven left.

The first expedition may be the last.

I don't know how long I ran in the dark, tripped over a branch a few times, and those terrifying roars and roars gradually moved away until they disappeared.

The surroundings began to become quiet, and Lia, who was covered in mud, found a big tree and climbed up, hiding in the shadows of the leaves, covering her mouth tightly, suppressing her voice, but tears could not stop flowing out.

The real battlefield is so brutal that it can never be experienced in the training ground of the Holy Spirit Sect.

Sorry guys!

I'm sorry, Alice!

I'm sorry, Father!

The banner of the Blackstone Knights was completely broken in my hands.

The glory of the Blackstone Knights is completely dissipated in my hands.

The flame of the black stone collar was completely extinguished in my hands.

And I—don't deserve to be a Holy Spirit Knight anymore!

Now there is only one thought on Leah's mind - to go home.

......

On the edge of the Dawn Forest, dozens of black cowhide tents are set up on a green meadow. The knights with swords at their waists sat or stood or talked and laughed, scattered among them, all of them in expensive full-body armor, covered with double leather armor and velvet lining, and the nose guard eagle helmet was inserted with beautiful pheasant feathers swaying in the wind.

This is the most elite knight order in Deep Water City, the Knights of the Holy Spirit Blade, with a scale of about two hundred people, belonging to the lord of Deep Water City, the Duke of Ceylon.

Compared to the fierce battle in the Daybreak Forest, the atmosphere here is quite relaxed and harmonious.

In the central square tent, the Duke of Ceylon, the lord of Waterdeep, the governor of the South, wearing a silver crown and a white velvet robe, and carrying a jeweled sword at his waist, was lying on a chair covered with velvet, holding a glass of gold enamel in his hand, and gently shaking the crimson wine, made from the freshest grapes picked this year from the Fass estate.

The tent was opened, and the personal butler wearing a goose yellow robe, Lubos, the Duke of Ceylon's most trusted, came to him and said in a humble tone: "Master, there is news from Waterdeep. ”

"What?" the Duke of Ceylon sat up straight, and a pair of tiger eyes began to focus.

"The Imperial Princess, aboard the Diamond Goddess, is about to sail to Waterdeep. ”

"Imperial Princess?" The Duke of Ceylon's eyes flashed with a gleam of understanding, and slowly took a sip of wine: "Templar Knight, Vanessa Reinhardt. It seems that the power struggle in the royal capital has reached a white-hot state. I wondered what the purpose of this haughty female knight was in Waterdeep. ”