Finding that the situation on the battlefield had changed abruptly, the stone immediately made a decision, temporarily suppressed the desire to continue to vent in his heart, did the right thing first, and then slowly played with these shrimps.

I saw him roar angrily and leap forward, the shadow formed by his huge body completely covering the cavalry in front of him.

Without waiting for any reaction from the other party, the machete in the black orc's right hand slashed down from top to bottom, like a green lightning, like a bamboo, all the way down from the top of the cavalry's head, like cutting tofu, without dragging mud and water, until it hit the ground, smashing a straight knife mark on the ground.

The scene of children's inappropriateness reappeared, this knife down, the unlucky cavalry in front of him was actually split in half with men and horses, and human blood mixed with horse blood sprinkled like a fountain, smearing another layer of blood on the already tragic enough battlefield.

After the stone hit the ground, it didn't stop, but bent down and kicked forward with strength, regardless of the dirty blood stains on its body, and passed through the middle of the four-petaled corpse made by his own hands, hmm...... To be precise, he knocked the corpse head-on, and then strode forward.

In addition to the tragic death of the guard, between him and Levarien, there were the last two cavalrymen side by side, and the others were scattered around, separated by distance.

Before the two men could make a move, the stone had already rushed in front of them, the latter was now tall and long-legged, and the speed of the charge was almost comparable to that of the goblin wolf rider.

In the process of galloping, he deliberately tilted his body slightly to the right, lowered his center of gravity, and put on a posture similar to that of a rugby player holding the ball and rushing forward, rushing towards the relatively thin cavalry on the left.

With a muffled sound, the orc lord's shoulder slammed into the horse's head, and the poor white horse let out a mournful roar, staggered two steps, and fell down with the guards on his back.

Ignoring the horror on the faces of the cavalry on the other side, the stone swaggered past him as if nothing had happened, and then without looking back, he stabbed his head on the ground.

In this way, the orc lord killed the city lord of Zareth in an extremely fierce and visually striking way.

The whole set of movements was rehearsed hundreds of times, in one go, and although it seemed complicated, in fact it was less than a minute later.

The pace was far faster than everyone in the room could have imagined, including Levarien himself.

He had been watching the battle from the sidelines, and he was still hesitant to avoid the edge for the time being and retreat to the other soldiers, but in the blink of an eye, the orc was killed in front of him.

As a real silver peak swordsman, he has experienced countless battles in his life, but when he found out that this Hulk with a height of more than three meters was rushing towards him, he still couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, to be honest, he had never seen such a brave person, and the key was his enemy.

Count Valleka couldn't help but curse in his heart again, obviously he was here to attack the Arabi fortress, how could he provoke such an exaggerated green mushroom.

It's definitely too late to run.

He made the same mistake as his guards, obviously not a knight, but in order to show the so-called status and status of the earl, he always sat on the horse, and as a result, the mount under his crotch limited his speed.

Levarien's "Falcon Fencing" that he has been practicing for decades is known for his agility, but perhaps because he has been the lord of the castle for too long, he has not had any opponents in recent years, so although he has not stopped training, he has not really fought for too long.

After all, the two are different, especially in times of crisis like this, when the sense of battle is obviously not as good as before.

Before he was to change, he had already dismounted in advance and took the initiative to participate in the battle.

Of course, this is also because this "Count Valleka" of Zareth never thought that the other party could really kill him from the hosts.

As a result, the stone not only did it, but in such a domineering way.

At this point, Levarian also showed his true character at the critical moment, he did not hesitate to release the stirrups hanging from his feet, exert force at his waist, and stood firmly on the horse's back as soon as he stepped on his feet.

Then he raised his sword with both hands above the top and jumped down at the oncoming orc, with such speed and viocity, like an eagle whistling after discovering its prey.

If you look closely, you will find that at this time, a burst of silver light is faintly oozing out of this iron-blooded falcon's body, covering its entire body, and attaching to the gorgeous armor and the surface of the long sword in its hand.

This is the "vitality" that can only be mastered by swordsmen of the bronze rank and above.

This special energy from the body can greatly improve various physical attributes during combat, and can also attach to the surface of equipment to increase attack and defense.

Knowing that the powerful stone didn't dare to be careless, he hurriedly crossed the two fangs of the brother on the top of his head, which was able to block this sword.

Without waiting for the orc to strike back, Levarian was like a nimble monkey, using the force of a backflip to return to his horse, standing firmly.

He just wanted to make a surprise attack, but he didn't expect this orc to look strong, but his reaction was not slow, and he didn't succeed.

After missing the blow, Levarian was not in love with the battle, and seeing that the Black Iron Falcon and other guards were about to arrive, he chose a more secure approach.

He once again adjusted the vitality that had accumulated in the group for nearly twenty years, and poured it into the sharp sword in his hand, and almost instantly, the long sword was like electricity, and a silver sword light of forty or fifty centimeters burst out.

This is another way to use the Metaverse, which can be transferred to weapons and equipment as needed.

Levarian slashed his sword in the air, and a silver sword light flew out at an unrecognizable speed to the chest of the green-skinned orc on the opposite side.

At such a close distance, he believed that the other party would never be able to dodge, and even if he dodged, he would not have time to attack again, and this time was enough time for others to surround him, and then this orc would have to face three hundred angry black iron falcons.

It's just that all of this was the smoothest situation imaginable by Lord Zaresh, and before he could swing his sword, the stone had already taken the first step.

A burst of sound broke through the sky, and a large knife with a green light flashed, and a black shadow flew into the air with blood light.

It was the war horse under Levarian's crotch, and his head was directly cut off by this knife.

The orc actually threw out the weapon in his hand directly, and in the face of the sword light that went straight to his chest, he didn't dodge or dodge!

The silver light formed by the vitality accurately hit the chest of the stone, and blood splattered everywhere, even if the defense increased greatly after evolution, a wound about twenty centimeters long immediately appeared on his chest, and the bones were visible, but he didn't even frown, and his feet didn't stop, rushing directly in front of Levarian.

The latter was frightened, seeing that the horse was about to fall to the ground if he lost his life, and he also lost his balance under his feet, and just wanted to jump away, but before the soles of his feet could leave the horse's back, a green palm almost the size of an ordinary round shield suddenly appeared, and grabbed him by the throat first.

"Hey, I've got you."