"Hehe, it seems that your leader doesn't care about your life!"

Moore walked over to the stingy guy and gloated.

He saw the chaos of those Far Eastern soldiers just now, and the chaotic appearance was a little bit like the previous unity.

"Kill if you want to!"

The stingy guy lowered his head and said angrily.

Although Morey's greed for life and fear of death disappointed him, as a member of the Fifth Squadron, what he said was a sharp arrow that could never be taken back.

"You think I'm going to spare you so easily?!"

Moore stealthily walked behind the stingy ghost, and tore off his clothes with a single brush.

Feeling the coldness of his lower body, the stingy ghost was stunned for a moment, and then said with a pale face: "What are you going to do!" ”

Moore did not answer, and stood behind him with a spear.

"Huh!"

The spear pierced into the excrement opening of the soldier's lower body, and then with a sharp twist and pull, a bloody intestine was wrapped around the spear and pulled out of the body.

"Ahh The stingy man let out a scream and was about to faint, but he was slapped by Moore and knocked out half of his teeth, and was forced to wake up again.

Moore casually picked up a fist-sized stone, tied it to the intestines that had just been extracted, and then gently loosened it, and under the action of gravity, the intestines of the stingy ghost were pulled out of the body little by little.

"Brute! I'm going to kill him! The old knife couldn't bear it anymore when he saw his comrades being abused like this, and he grabbed the knife and rushed to the rescue.

Lao Dao's actions infected many people, and all the active members of the Fifth Squadron, including some of the city guards, silently followed behind Lao Dao.

"What do you want to do?" Johnson stood in front of the old knife with an unhappy face and stopped everyone.

"Commander Johnson, we're going to rescue our comrades! Please let me go! The old knife's tone was very stiff, but if it wasn't for the fifth squadron being rescued by them, Johnson, who was blocking his rescue of his brother at this moment, would have been chopped by him a long time ago.

"No, now the ogre is waiting for you to go up! We're still holding the line......"

"Hold the line and meet our Lord Morey?" The old knife interrupted Johnson's words sarcastically.

"What do you mean by that?" Hyde, who had been silent, flashed out from behind Johnson.

"It's not interesting!" The old knife raised his head, looking disdainful of talking to Hyde.

"What did Lord Morey lead the warriors of Momiji City here to live and die? Isn't it just to get you guys out? Are you going to seek death now, are you worthy of your dead comrades-in-arms and the warriors of Red Leaf City who died here to rescue you?! Balta asked, too.

"You ......" The old knife was speechless for a while, stunned on the spot.

Seeing that the old knife in the lead was persuaded, everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't want a word in the team to destroy this good situation.

"It's the warriors of Momiji City who have rescued us, not some Baron Morey! Now the prisoners above are not only our comrades from the Fifth Squadron, but also your soldiers from Red Leaf City. If you are afraid, we will not force it, but don't hinder us from saving people! ”

It was the warriors of Momiji City who saved people, not Morey, and it was only right to cut off the two at this time, so that his actions were full of justice, and to save his compatriots and benefactors.

The crowd was in a commotion, and they bumped into Johnson with their hands raised and their chests bulging.

The blades of the Saber Guards were raised high, but they didn't get until the crowd crossed their blockade

"Gusta, you have a good soldier!!"

Looking at the crowd in the distance, Johnson stared fiercely at the seriously injured squadron leader of the fifth squadron.

"Haha, it's really a good soldier!" Gusta didn't seem to hear the irony, but laughed.

If he hadn't had to take care of the remaining brothers who couldn't move, it would not have been Lao Dao who had taken the lead just now, but himself!

But, soon, we'll be able to meet again!

"Boom!"

As the stone finally touched the ground, all the bloody intestines were pulled out, and the stingy guy killed himself by biting off half of his tongue when the stone was halfway down.

Looking at the stingy belly, Moore laughed and tore off a muscle from his thigh and swallowed it hard.

"Here it is!" The mangled corpse was thrown by Moore into the ogre behind him, and cheers ensued.

In just a moment, the corpse of the stingy ghost was devoured, and even the hard skull was smashed by the ogre with a mace, sucking the brain inside.

Looking at the Far Eastern warriors who were coming at him from a distance, Moore grinned and bared his fangs sticking to the minced flesh.

"Kill those captives and sacrifice the flags, and then we'll go and kill all those humans!"

Moore pointed at the old knives that rushed at them and roared at the ogre behind him.

"Oh!"

"Oh!!"

The ogres erupted in cheers, and for these fools who didn't have much brains in their heads, killing and food were their best stimulants.

A Red Leaf City warrior was grabbed by four ogres at the same time, and then they all pulled him into pieces in one fell swoop.

There were also fighters of the fifth squadron who were smashed into the chest by an ogre.

Ogres torture and kill in a variety of ways, but the most common is to directly pierce the spear from the lower body of the person to the top of the head, holding the humanoid banner to show off.

"Rush!" Seeing their comrades being so mutilated, a wave of anger suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, and their steps quickened, and they pounced on the nearest ogre.

"Kill them all!"

"Boom! Rumble! ”

Once again, the Boar Knight of the Thorn shook the earth and rushed towards the fearless Far Eastern warriors.

"Die!" The old knife jumped up at the right time, and the sword cut straight through the crack in the ogre knight's armor.

The ogre gripped the war knife in pain, and was about to hammer the old knife to death with a mace, but before the mace fell, the old knife, which had already fallen on the head of the demon jinge boar, kicked back with his right foot hard, and pushed the knife forward with the handle of the knife at his waist, and the war knife shredded the strong heart of the ogre.

The ogre rolled over and fell to the ground, and the old knife and the cushion of the corpse also jumped down, and without the control of the knight, he only knew that the demon thorn boar that was buried in his head and rushed forward was soon gone.

The old knife pulled out the war knife stuck in the ogre's sternum, and looked up but was stunned.

Almost none of these warriors who launched a decisive attack were the enemies of these Demon Thorn Boar Knights. With just one charge, he could barely see any warriors still standing on the ground, and a dozen or so people died in the team of 100 people in a face-to-face effort.

He reluctantly gathered these remnants of the defeated army, and before he could think of the next response, he found that the Demon Thorn Boar Knight over there was ready for the second round of charge.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Watching those comrades who trusted him die tragically, and those who survived kept wailing, Lao Dao couldn't help but doubt his decision.

"After killing all these people, go and kill all the human warriors over there! I don't need prisoners for this battle! ”

Seeing that his subordinates almost wiped out the team of 100 people with only a trivial injury, Moore was complacent at this moment.

He couldn't help but look back at Godot's location and smiled defiantly.

"Godot, do you see?! I could still win without you! ”

Although separated from such a distance, Godot, who was blessed with [Eagle Eye], saw Moore's expression very clearly.

"Humph, idiot! I don't know if I'm in trouble! ”

"Prepare ......"

Moore was about to wave his hand for the knight to charge, when suddenly he felt the ground tremble slightly, and at the same time heard the voice of a human man in his ears.

"You, think, how, die?!"