"Forward, Knights, we defend glory with blood!"

Shouting slogans, the Snow Eagle led Ares to a bloody charge, with a dense army of orcs at his feet.

The walls of Fort Glory resemble a white, splitting the red orc army and the white Alliance Expeditionary Force in two. On the periphery of the dense orc army, the valiant Knights charged. They are tireless, and so are the armies of orcs, bloodthirsty and mad, oblivious to fear and pain.

With a long roar, the Snow Eagle swooped down towards the orc army, the Ember Bringer radiating endless light and heat in the setting sun. In an instant, a pair of golden pure energy wings appeared behind Ares, like soaring angels, crashing headlong into the orc demon army.

Feeling the primitive and savage impact, hordes of orcs fell before their eyes, their flesh sprinkled like a summer rainstorm, no one could resist the griffon's swoop, except for the dragons, who were the strongest beings in the air and on the ground.

After a hundred meters of rampage, the Snow Eagle could no longer rush. But that was enough, at least a hundred evil orcmen died under this savage dive, their corpses covering the ground behind the Snow Eagle. Just before the dense orc infantry could rush forward, Ares raised the Ember Bringer, roared and jumped off the griffon, slashing at the nearest orc infantry with a single sword. The orc warrior didn't have time to dodge, and was directly slashed through the shoulder by the big sword, and the whole person knelt down in pain, and then Ares didn't have time to pay attention to his painful expression, directly drew the big sword, and turned to fight with the other evil orc warrior.

Not far away, the Knights had rushed into the crowd of orc armies like arrows off the string, and under the surge of holy light, the evil orc infantry fell in pieces like ears of wheat harvested in autumn. With the aerial bombardment of the Hammer Knights, the entire perimeter of Fort Glory, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the screams resounded like a bleak elegy in the outer sky.

An orc dragged Drum's horse back, and the horse suddenly screamed and jumped high with its front hooves, and Drumm jumped off his horse, brandished two swords, and slashed the heads of the orc infantry. Another orc warrior behind him pounced on him, and as the axe was about to fall, Drumm turned his head sideways, dodged it, and slammed his fist into the orc's eye. But the orc didn't seem to feel the pain, and he grabbed the human warrior's arm wildly, and then jerked it, and there was a sound of bones shattering, and Drumm let out a heart-rending cry, and his right arm was broken under the orc's savage twist......

However, fortunately, when the evil orc was about to pick up the axe and slash at Drum's head again, Ares appeared behind him, and with a sword slashed the arm of the orc infantry, the bloody arm instantly rose into the air, and the blood water swayed in the air, ignoring the beastly roar of the orc warrior, Ares stabbed him in the back with another sword. The tip of the sword pierced from the chest of the orc infantry with shattered entrails, and warm blood dripped down Drum's face.

"Brother, if you are a little later, you will not be able to see me."

Falling to the ground gasping for air, Drum joked.

"Don't speak."

As he spoke, Ares stuck the Ember Bringer on the ground, and then reached out to touch the place where Dram's fracture had been broken, and a golden light suddenly flowed from his fingertips, and the holy light flashed, and Dram felt his arm recover rapidly, and the broken bone returned to its original state at an alarming speed.

"Forward, steel roars, and the Light is with us!"

Before Drumm could get up and say thanks, Ares had already jumped on the back of the griffin and began a new battle, a charge. Looking at Ares' tireless figure, Drum couldn't help but sigh with emotion, once upon a time, this guy was a cynical bastard, and now, he actually led thousands of troops to rush to the burning front line.

Feeling the continuous surging of holy energy in his body, Ares continued to kill with blood, the bright silver armor gradually turned into a scarlet blood color all over his body, and the blood of the orcs dripped down the armor, and even his hair formed strands of blood scabs. At this moment, both orcs and humans showed bloody bestiality.

On the city walls, many of the fighters of the expeditionary force were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. However, in this final moment, the orcs collapsed first. The corpses of the orcs who fell under the Iron Riders of the Alliance increased in pieces, and those unrecognizable corpses showed the cruelty of this war.

Under the blood-colored sky, the Alliance Iron Riders on the ground and the Hammer Knights in the air chased and killed the fleeing orcs, and the scene was as spectacular as a great animal migration. And Ares walked into the castle covered in blood, where the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the commander of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, Ares. Mowglian received a heroic-like cheer.

At sunset, the cheering crowds on the walls on both sides and in the attic made Ares feel like spring. For a moment, Ares seemed to see Gianna's shadow in the attic, and she was standing there, smiling at herself. It was only when he looked closely that he realized that it was none other than Wen Leisa, and the elven ranger was standing in the crowd and smiling at him in approval.

Alas...... Ares let out a heavy sigh from his heart. Running up to her was Valeera, and the elf threw herself in a hug, ignoring the blood stains on her body, and at this moment, Ares felt her heart full of guilt. But, perhaps, Gianna is a thing of the past. I can't live up to Valeera. Ares remembered Gianna's cold, resolute gaze at the parting......

……

Night.

The horror of war lies not only in the bloody scene caused by the real knife and gun fight on the battlefield, but also in the sequelae left by the war, many soldiers can no longer sleep peacefully even in the second half of their lives. Around the campfire, many people slept in bandages on the spot. There were also many people who wept in the camp, and after a battle, they lost their comrades, brothers or sons......

Ares, along with Valera and Winressa, arrived at the field hospital. Here, the horror is like hell. The soldiers with severed arms and thighs lay dying on their hospital beds, their severed legs wrapped in thick gauze that had been stained a thick red with blood. There are also soldiers who have a large hole in their abdomen, and their intestines are faintly visible, and they will die of infection at any time in this hot weather.

Even priests and paladins can't do anything about it, they can only heal their entire bodies, and there is nothing they can do about this kind of injury with a broken arm and leg. Unless he has the power of the Holy Light as powerful as Uther, it is clear that none of the people present have such a devout faith, not even Ares himself......