After killing all the light cavalry and light infantry, Xiao Yu stopped attacking and took a group of orc buddies to sit on the edge of the field to rest. Even with the physical strength of an orc, it is very tiring to always carry such a huge log and smash it around.

Seeing that after Xiao Yu had killed all the light cavalry and light infantry, he unscrupulously led people to sit aside to rest, and the commander of the Death Scythe Infantry had eyes as red as rabbits at this time.

He knew that Xiao Yu was fearless, only the Death Scythe infantry was left, and there was no threat to the other party at all, if you chased it, they would run, you were tired and tired, and in the end, your physical strength dropped, and the other party just fought back.

Now, the Grim Reaper's Scythe Infantry is already equivalent to meat on a chopping board, just waiting for someone to slaughter it.

The commander turned his head to look around, at the flesh and blood everywhere, and then looked up at the sky again, and was silent for a long time, defeat, a great defeat.

The Reaper Scythe Infantry had never failed like this since it was formed.

They are the pride of the heavens, they are the most heroic warriors, they are invincible, and in their bodies is the blood of the proudest of men, the blood of true human warriors.

They can't afford to fail.

The commander looked at the five hundred Death Scythe infantry in front of him, and saw the same thing in their eyes, a touch of determination, a dignity of a warrior who valued glory over life.

The commander suddenly showed a relieved smile, he looked at the infantrymen, and said in a very soft voice: "It is my honor to be able to fight with you. The failure of this battle is my responsibility, the failure of my command, and I am sorry for everyone. Now, we are already in a situation where we are bound to lose. We now have two choices, first, choose to admit defeat and save our lives, and in the future we will still be the Grim Reaper Scythe Infantry that everyone envies, but our lives are still there, but the glory is no more. Second, giving up to protect us is also a shield that drags us down, fighting to the death, sacrificing our lives, and defending our last glory with our blood. Those who are willing to admit defeat can now exit the queue, I don't blame you, it was my mistake that caused the defeat of this battle. Those who are willing to join me in defending the honor of the Last Death Scythe Infantry, now lay down your shields, take up the scythe in your hands, and join me in one last battle, a battle to defend our glory. The glory of the Death Scythe Infantry, not to be desecrated. ”

When the commander said the last sentence, his face was extremely solemn, and his waist was straight like a javelin, as if there was no one in this world who could knock him down.

Hearing the words of this commander, in the eyes of all the Grim Reaper Scythe infantrymen, there was no sorrow, no fear, no retreat, all but a touch of perseverance to defend dignity to the death.

They are the pride of the heavens, they are the most heroic warriors, they are invincible, and in their bodies is the blood of the proudest of all, the blood of true human warriors.

Therefore, they can die, but they cannot be without glory. When they lose their glory, they lose everything.

"The glory of the Death Scythe Infantry, do not desecrate." All the Reaper's Scythe infantry shouted loudly together. Immediately, they all threw down the heavy shields that bound them in their hands, threw them to the ground, and raised the black death scythe that symbolized their symbol.

No one quits, no one has fear, cowardice, and hesitation in their eyes, and the glorious blood in their bodies makes them choose to fight, and never choose to admit defeat.

In their dictionary, they can't find the word towel, they can be destroyed, but they can't be defeated. This is the real Grim Reaper Scythe Infantry.

Seeing this scene, both the audience outside the arena and the orcs in the arena all slowly stood up and looked at these warriors in black armor with a solemn eye.

At this moment, they once again proved to everyone that they were the Death Scythe Infantry, they were the most powerful warriors in the Duchy of Karn, and they could not allow and fail in their lives.

"Duke Xiao, I admit that I lost this one, and your command art makes me feel inferior and ashamed. However, as a true warrior, we will not admit defeat or sit idly by, we are the proudest fighters and always will be. Now, I formally challenge you that we have stripped our shields and are going to fight your orc warriors head-to-head, for the glory of the Death Scythe infantry is not to be desecrated. Would you like to take on my head-on challenge? ”

The commander rode on his horse, looked at Xiao Yu impassionedly, and said solemnly.

Xiao Yu had already stood up, looking at this real knight, and his heart was also full of respect, this is the real knight. The chivalry of human beings has not been completely extinguished, and in this world, there are still real knights.

Although the other party is his enemy, it still does not prevent him from respecting the other party.

"Okay, I'm willing to accept your challenge. Can I know your name before the final battle begins? At this moment, Xiao Yu wanted to know the name of this knight. Because he knew that after this duel, this knight would not survive. He is ready to wash his failures with blood.

"My name, Lancelot, High Knight of the Duchy of Karn." The commander said with a serious expression and at the same time very arrogant. His name represents his family, which is his pride, the glory of his family, and cannot be desecrated.

"Well, I'll remember your name, Lancelot, you've earned my respect. Both orcs and Death Scythe infantry are the most valiant warriors, and it is an honor for us to have such an opponent as each other today. At the very least, we died at the hands of real adversaries, not in vile petty. We will do our best to have an opponent like you. Xiao Yu put his right hand on his chest, and then raised it high towards Lancelot, paying tribute to Lancelot, the ceremonial team that the duke treats the knights.

Lancelot also stroked his chest with his left fist and lowered his head slightly, showing his respect for Xiao Yu, the duke.

The orcs were all standing behind Xiao Yu at this time, looking at this Lancelot, and the five hundred Death Scythe infantry behind him, there was also a kind of respect in their eyes.

The orc race will always value glory and blood the most, and true warriors can always be respected by them. Today, these Reaper scythe infantry, with their actions, have won their support. Actually, now Xiao Yu can't do anything about them for the time being, they can choose to admit defeat, but they don't, they are warriors, and the mission of warriors is only victory, if there is no victory, then there is only blood. This is the real warrior.

"Warriors of the Death Scythe Infantry, wield your scythes and charge with me. You are hoplites, you have never charged, and today, your first charge, will be your last, let us prove our glory with our blood and sickles. The glory of the Death Scythe Infantry, not to be desecrated. Lancelot shouted with the knight's sword in his hand.

"Orc warriors, the bravery of the orcs will always shine on the entire continent, you are the most heroic warriors, in the face of these respectable opponents, you can only do your best to respect the warriors. It was a duel between warriors, and no matter whose blood was spilled on the earth, we were the most heroic warriors. For the totem of the orcs, for the sake of the fellow orcs, for the sake of Thrall, charge. Xiao Yu waved the Tang knife in his hand, his face no longer had the usual cynicism, and led the orcs to charge with a huge log.

The duel between the two sides can be regarded as the real beginning at this moment.

The performance of both sides has won the respect of the other party, Xiao Yu's clever command art, and the bravery of the orc warriors have been recognized by the Death Scythe Infantry, and the spirit of the Death Scythe Infantry who gave up their lives for glory has also won the respect of the orcs.

This moment is a battle between the true warriors of the two sides.

The shouting of killing filled the Colosseum at this moment, and the solemn, passionate, and death-defying momentum infected all the audiences outside the arena.

There was no applause, no noise, no shouting, just everyone's eyes quietly looking at the Colosseum, the warrior wielding the black scythe of death, gave up the shield he relied on, and charged at the other party.

This is destined to be a blood-soaked battle, if Xiao Yu doesn't choose to fight the other party, he still has many ways to defeat the other party with fewer casualties.

However, for such a warrior, only by using the battle of a warrior to deal with it can he be considered a real warrior.

Sometimes, Xiao Yu is a hooligan, but there is no lack of passion and blood in his heart, otherwise, there is only strategy, and there is no bloody army, which will never be the best army.

That kind of troops, lacking blood, and fighters without blood, are not warriors.

The collision was as fierce as two comets colliding. Without the protection of a sturdy shield, the Reaper Scythe infantry was directly knocked out in the face of the impact of the huge log, and blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the black armor on his body red.

And the Death Scythe infantry who charged over, when they came to the front of the orc, brandished the huge scythe in their hands, and instantly cut through the orc's strong body.

The orc's log has obvious advantages, and the disadvantages are equally obvious, at a long distance, it is absolutely invincible, and the opponent can't get close, so it is directly smashed away.

But once you are close to the other party, it is equivalent to losing your weapon, and you can only use your hands to shake the opponent.

Many of the Reaper's Scythe infantry knew that even if they were wearing heavy armor, they would not be able to protect themselves from the impact of such a huge log, so they simply took off their thick armor and just charged up with their huge scythes.

Tragic.

Blood is splattering, shredded flesh is flying, and at every moment someone is falling, there are Reaper infantry and orcs.

Scrimmage.

The Reaper infantry and orcs have been completely entangled, real hand-to-hand combat, using all possible means to kill each other.

There were five hundred Reaper infantry and more than five hundred orc warriors, and the number of both sides was equal. The orc warriors are known as the best warriors on the continent, and the Reaper infantry is known as the invincible human hoplites.

Both sides are not lacking in courage, bravery, or blood, such a battle is cruel and abnormal, and it is also singable and crying.

The Death Scythe infantry, knowing that their advantage would be wiped out if they abandoned their shields, knew that once the formation was disbanded, they would definitely not be the opponent of the orcs when they fought alone.

However, they chose to fight anyway. Because, Xiao Yu's strategy has forced them to the point that there is only one way to go.

The cries of battle ranged from fierce to fierce, to tragic, and finally to gradually tragic. The single battle of the Reaper's Scythe infantry is definitely no match for the orc infantry.

Especially since the other party still occupies the logs and restrains them with weapons.

As long as an orc pulls away and smashes, rams, or sweeps with a log, it is difficult for them to get close at all.

So, from the very beginning, they were doomed to a tragic end, however, this is the end they wanted. They don't think it's a tragedy, it's their glory.

Only their blood can prove their glory and wash away the fact that they have no victory.

There were less than fifty Reaper scythes left, but they still wielded their huge scythes and fought until they were all dead.

As long as there is one person left, they will not end the fight.

The orc warriors did not have two to besiege and kill a Reaper infantry, although the orcs were also scarred and wounded, but they still respected their opponents and let them have a fair chance to die in battle.

Lancelot had long since lost his hands to the death, and now, the few remaining Reaper Scythe infantry were still fighting desperately.

Several orcs had firm eyes in their eyes, brandishing giant trees, or scythes picked up from the ground, fighting with each other, no groans of death, only roars of daring.

The last few Reaper's scythe infantry also fell one after another, and when the last man was also spewed blood from the mouth of the giant tree, his eyes looked at the sky, and a smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Yu knew what he was laughing at, he was laughing at the fact that he had finally defended his glory with his life.

Everything is over, and in the end, the Colosseum still has a tragic battle, but there is no joy on Xiao Yu's face, only a sense of amazement.

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Glory, blood, this is what Xiao Sa wants to write. Whether it is an orc or a human, as long as it is a heroic warrior, there is absolutely no shortage of blood and glory. When I wrote this chapter, I have been listening to the music of the sacred war, and everyone can listen to it when they have time, and the blood is surging.

Xiao Sa really wanted to watch the fourth watch, but he couldn't come out. The plot below has a twist, so you have to think about it, and besides, writing a book is really a headache. Many readers say that you will die if you update a few more chapters, you will really die. Xiao Sa has been having a headache recently. Moreover, with a lot of recent events and all kinds of sadness, it is not easy to keep writing.