More than a hundred people went out, and now there were only thirty or so left, and the Hundred Battle Warriors also killed three people, and Izzy felt a tightness in his chest, and those once vivid lives were all died by his own orders.

At this time, Chuck carried Izzy on his back and ran towards the gate with the remnants of his troops, shouting as he ran:

"Open the gates!"

The guards on the watchtower looked hesitant, and Izzy was anxious, but too weak to do anything.

"Where's Bogmarsh? Did you trust the wrong person?"

Just when Izzy was a little desperate, the gates opened, and Bogmash and his troops were already waiting for them at the gates.

The survivors rushed in, the gates were closed again, and the soldiers who had died were lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Doctor, where is the doctor? The chief shaman is seriously injured!"

After a while, an apprentice from Izzy arrived, and Izzy had taught some orcs how to make potions and heal the wounded.

He had the impression of this man, his worst medical apprentice!

The apprentice examined Izzy's injuries, examined them, a little unconvinced, examined them again, and said to Chuck with a strange expression:

"The chief shaman's injuries are fine, not fatal. ”

Izzy spat out a mouthful of blood, and he longed to spit a mouthful of old blood on his face, and opened his mouth and whispered:

"Bring my medicine kit. ”

He took out a bottle of potion from the medicine box and filled himself with it.

The potion tasted terrible, but the effect was wonderful, and a cool sensation flowed through his body, and Izzy felt much better.

If the medicinal materials of this world are placed on the earth, they are all natural treasures, and the medicinal effect is magical, and Izzy feels that even if it is against life and death, the medicinal materials of flesh and bones may exist.

There was a sudden commotion at the gate, and Izzy looked over there, as if the orcs were avoiding the gate.

Just as Izzy was wondering, there was an earth-shattering thud at the gate, and a huge figure crashed through the gate.

Izzy's eyes widened as the largest of the Goron slammed the gate and slid across the ground in his direction.

Finally stopped in front of him.

Goron was dead, breathless, and his head shook suddenly, and a blood-stained serpentine creature covered in barbs emerged from Goron's mouth, almost like a terrifying xenomorph movie.

The serpentine straightened up and sniffed around, and immediately crawled in the direction of Izzy, at a rapid pace.

Izzy looked creepy and crawled backwards to escape, but the thing was much faster than Izzy, and it scurried to Izzy's hand, and Izzy felt like his right hand was being sucked in, and he closed his eyes in fright.

Just when Izzy thought he was going to be killed by the alien's popping tongue, suddenly a huge wave of life energy rushed into his body from his right hand, and Izzy stood up directly.

When I opened my eyes, the blood-patterned giant sword that emitted a strange red light in my hand was none other than the Enemy Devouring Divine Soldier!

"What kind of monster did I make?"

Izzy looked at the huge corpse of Goron in front of him, and asked himself again.

Suddenly remembering something, Izzy's face turned blue, and he turned his head to look, now those things don't matter at all, Havalo's gate has been destroyed, and the Broken Hand Clan is in danger!

He looked out the gate, where the ogre's army had slaughtered the two frantic Gorons and gradually restored order.

In the distance, Izzy even saw the ogre's overseer's delighted expression, and he immediately shouted:

"Resist the horse guardrail! Get the horse guardrail! Gather the reserve troops! Except for the guard tower, everyone else is concentrated at the gate to defend it, and the sappers go to the warehouse to get the metal spears and concentrate them at the gate! Quick! Move the hell for me!"

Constantly issuing various orders, Izzy really had mixed feelings at this time, it was simply a success and a defeat, his artifact devouring the enemy saved his life, and also put the Broken Hand Clan into a crisis.

The ogres were at least two or three times as numerous as the Broken Hand Orcs at this time, and they had already rushed over, and if it was a tall and strong wall, the ogre might still be afraid, but in the camp with the gate broken, the ogre wished that he would have a few more legs and grab the credit before the others.

Observing the speed of the ogre's advance, Izzy knew that they didn't have that much time to set up their defenses.

After drinking a bottle of slow recovery potion, the mental power was released outward, and the dense rock golem to the right of the gate stood up.

Originally, this rock golem was used by Izzy to break off, and now it is used to stop the ogre's attack.

As soon as the ogre army saw that there was a tall rock puppet at the gate, they immediately slowed down the pace of attack, they didn't have much brain, and it was the only instinct to bully the weak and be afraid of the hard.

"Whoever dares to stop, I'll kill whom!" It's dawning on Izzy that the ogre Overseer wasn't really stupid, that he had been caught off guard by a simple and effective strategy, and that he was now cornered.

Izzy couldn't help but think of what Lanteriso once said: "Don't take all ogres for stupidity. ”

"Warriors, we need to buy time to build fortifications, do you still have the strength to defend your homeland?"

Izzy walked to the gate and shouted out his question.

No one answered him, and several warriors stood side by side with him, behind them a reserve army with rudimentary weapons.

Izzy laughed, "Lok'Tar Ogar!

“Lok’Tar Ogar！”

The roar of the warrior resounded in the sky.

Izzy was the first to charge.

The rock golem bowed down, and Izzy jumped on the palm of the rock golem, and the rock golem threw his right hand, and Izzy flew towards the army of ogres.

Removing the round shield from his back in the air, Izzy smashed through it like a meteorite, and the powerful impact knocked a long gap in the ogre's army.

With a round shield in one hand and a giant sword in the other, Izzy felt like a humanoid beast now.

He now felt like a defensive warrior, holding a two-handed greatsword and wielding a dagger!

The surroundings were cleared by Izzy, and the ogre army began to deliberately avoid Izzy, and Izzy's ferocity planted fear in their hearts, and the seeds of fear were still spreading everywhere.

The Broken Hand warriors were killed, and Izzy once again poured energy into the red heart of rage, draining all of his remaining mental power.

The orc warriors, morale like a rainbow, slaughtered into the ogre's troops, and Izzy suddenly felt that if they continued to kill like this, without relying on fortifications, they seemed to be able to win.

Izzy's heart wavered, and he suddenly looked at the Ogre Overseer, as if a heavy weight had been added to one end of the scale, and Izzy no longer hesitated.

"Bet!"

With a force under his feet, Izzy struck the Ogre Overseer like thunder.

The Overseer's face turned blue and he roared, "Stop him!

As he spoke, the ogres, except for his own shield-wielding guards, moved away from Izzy, who was about to laugh like crazy.

Laughing, Izzy swung his sword at the shield-wielding guards, and the sound of metal twisting exploded, sending the guards flying.

After dealing with the Ogre Overseer's shield-wielding guard, Izzy has a cold look in his eyes and continues to kill the Ogre Overseer.

It's the first time Izzy has seen the ogre look shocked, and the Ogre Overseer draws his weapon to block, and Izzy thinks sarcastically that now it's his turn to face the unstoppable force.

With a screech that tore through the air, the Devouring Greatsword slashed into the Ogre Overseer's two-handed parrying weapon, slashing into the soil without hindrance.

A rain of blood fell from the sky, and Izzy stepped on the corpse of the Ogre Overseer, raised his greatsword, and roared:

"Roar!"

The ogres watched the tragic end of their leader, and their army was disheartened and fled.

The outcome has been decided, the broken hand orcs roared and chased the ogre deserters, the orcs were only hundred, but the five hundred ogre deserters were chasing, chickens and dogs jumped, crying dad and shouting mother.

Seeing that it was almost over, Izzy cried out loudly:

"Chuck!

"Yes, Lord Redeemer, do you have any commands?"

"Let the warriors come back, clean up the battlefield, heal the wounded, those lowly ogres, it's not worth continuing the pursuit. ”

"Yes. Chuck stepped back.

When Chuck walked away, Izzy suddenly felt a wave of nausea, he didn't have so much time to think about during the battle, and now at a glance, the battlefield was full of corpses, broken arms and stumps everywhere, the strong smell of blood was pungent and disgusting, and there were quite a few of them, which were his own masterpieces.

Izzy vomited all the contents of his stomach, began to vomit blood again, stood up, and he left the blood-stained grassland, trembling and walking towards the camp.

"If you don't kill them, they'll kill me!" Izzy repeated in his mind, hoping to seek some psychological comfort.

"Do you think it's right to kill hundreds of lives in self-defense?" said to Izzy's mind.

Izzy didn't know the answer, he just picked up the bucket and kept rinsing the blood from his body, many of which had dried up, and he had to work hard to wipe it off.

Izzy knocked over the bucket and roared, "Shall I stick my neck out for them to chop? Of course it is right! What is wrong with self-defense?"

The icy well water, after the invasion of the cold wind in autumn, Izzy felt cold and his heart was cold.

He knew something was wrong with him, but he couldn't find the cause, and his right hand began to ache again, and Izzy had grown accustomed to the feeling.

Walking back to the gate, the camp was a mixture of joy and sorrow, and although they had won, the casualties were too great.

Of the 370 warriors, only more than 200 people died, and the Broken Hand Clan had a total of 500 people, a decrease of nearly one-third.

Originally, the orcs would treat death with glory in their hearts, but for the broken hand orcs who had just been freed for a long time, such glory was too heavy.

Izzy was tending to the wounded, and the first aid station was full of wails, broken hands and feet, and open intestines, and Izzy's freshly washed hands were once again stained with blood.

Izzy understands the fact that war is really brutal.

He suddenly recalled a sentence that he couldn't remember from.

"Really smart people will find ways to avoid war. ”