When the "roaring .........." learned of the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of all the generals was greatly shaken and they roared in unison. On the other hand, the orcs, except for some orcs who have already killed the red-eyed, most of the orcs involuntarily slow down their movements, trying to find a place to escape, and most of these orcs are goblins mixed in with it. These diminutive orcs mingled with the orcs, but in the end they suffered the least casualties.

"It's over... Finished... We're all going to die, we're all going to die. The frightened screams of the goblins echoed among the orcs, and they ran around screaming in the middle like little reptiles that disturbed the morale of the army.

"These cowardly trash...."The steel skin kicked the goblins running past his feet, looked at the human army in front of him that was only chaotic for a while under the charge of the black orcs and then remained unmoved, and then looked back at the cavalry that was rushing down from the hillside with a thunderous force, he knew that this time it was their orcs who had lost, and they had lost badly.

"General, we should look for a chance to break out." A black orc shouted to Steelskin.

"Rush with me..... Wow ....." Steelhide roared and raised his battle axe and rushed forward, and the black orcs roared to follow.

"Lowell, Rowell, let them pass." Qin Feng heard the roar of the black orc's charge, and hurriedly shouted at Lowell. Now that reinforcements have arrived, the orcs have lost their fighting spirit, and there is no need to fight them again.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let them pass." Hearing Qin Feng's words, Luo Wei immediately shouted and ordered.

The Roman youth army moved out of the way.

The steelskin, who was roaring and charging, saw it and instinctively ran towards this passage, and the black orcs behind followed.

This passage is surrounded by large shields on all sides, leaving only a narrow passage for two people to pass through, and it is exactly one person for the black orcs to pass through.

Lowell watched more and more black orcs rush out, and then shouted, "Block, block." At this time, most of the black orcs have run out, and a small half of the black orcs and the orcs who followed are all still in the passage, although there is a danger of collapse in doing so, but Rowell is already red-eyed, these black orcs have killed many of his subordinates, can't they avenge them?

When the soldiers heard the order, they squeezed towards the passage with their large shields, they didn't care about the left and right of their heads, they only cared about burying their heads and pushing the shields with all their might, and kept stabbing forward with short swords in their left hands. The comrades in the back raised their shields to block the heads of the comrades in front, and the same in the back, soon the array was covered with a black curtain, which was hard and persistent.

The escape path was blocked, and the sharp pain in the abdomen made the orcs roar in terror, and they raised their weapons with all their strength to smash the shields around them, but to no avail, their strength became smaller and smaller, until they could not lift their weapons and fell.

Without mercy, the soldiers cut their necks, trampled over them, and stepped forward to kill one orc after another.

The steel skins that rushed out and most of the black orcs roared angrily, but instinct told them that they could not go back, because by this time the cavalry on the mountain had rushed to the foot of the mountain, and behind the cavalry were hundreds of barbarian warriors with high fighting spirits. They couldn't understand why there were so many barbarian warriors they had already killed, and why there were so many now.

"Back to Fort York." Steel Fur slapped down a black orc who was about to rush back with a loud shout, took a deep look in the direction of the human soldier, and then fled in the direction of Fort York with the black orc.

Qin Feng, who had been watching the situation with this group of black orcs, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this group of orcs fleeing. It's too bold to blame Lowell in his heart, what if that group of black orcs doesn't have the brains to fight back, can they stop it?

The barbarians had already come down from the mountain, and under the encirclement of the two armies, the remaining orcs were no longer worried, and Qin Feng finally put down the stone in his heart. Just as he was about to get on his horse to find Amul to clean up the battlefield, an orc suddenly jumped up from the snowdrift beside him and pounced on him, followed by several orcs who jumped up from the snow and pounced on him.

A cold light swept across his neck, and Qin Feng instinctively sensed the danger and took a step back. It was a sharp claw, Qin Feng only saw this for a moment, and then he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, followed by the neighing of the war horse and the roar of the guards. (Although Hank went to the battlefield with most of the guards, Hank still left a few guards to protect Qin Feng in the end.) ）

"Assassins... Assassins..."The guards shouted and drew their weapons to stand with the assassins, Qin Feng ignored his injured left shoulder, drew his sword and engaged the incoming assassins.

The horse was cut by the Assassin in the back of the hip, neighed and went berserk, and ran around in the snow.

At this time, Qin Feng found out who the assassins who assassinated him were, and they turned out to be werewolves.

These werewolves are 2 meters tall, with a wolf's head and a human body, white fur all over their bodies, sharp claws on their long arms, a wolf's head on their shoulders, and a long tail behind them, which look like a white wolf standing up.

Qin Feng tried his best to resist the werewolf's attack, but the werewolf was tall, not only strong but also fast. The wound on his left shoulder was constantly in sharp pain during the movement, and the trembling muscles made his movements very uncoordinated. Qin Feng gritted his teeth and tried his best to support it, but the flaws in his hands were getting bigger and bigger, and several deep wounds were scratched by the wolf's claws on his back several times in succession.

"Go back and save the young master." Hearing the roar of the guards, Rowell was startled, and led a group of Roman youth troops to rush towards Qin Feng's direction frantically. Faster than him were Hank and his guards, and at this time Hank was already regretting and wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't imagine the consequences of the young master's accident.

If it weren't for him leaving with the guards, this kind of thing would never have happened, if something really happened to the young master, how should he explain to the butler, how to explain to the late old baron!

At this time, the time of the entire battlefield seemed to have come to a standstill, Qin Feng rolled around on the ground sweating profusely to avoid the werewolf's attack, and reached out to pick up the saber in his hand. But he felt the chill on his neck that was gradually approaching, and at this time he suddenly thought of a lot of things.

The panic of coming to this world, the shock and surprise when he learned about the world like a toddler under the care of the old baron's father, the sadness of the old baron after his death in battle, the pride and confidence after guarding the town of Bull, the helplessness and speechlessness when he got along with Shirina, and the calm eyes of Shirina when she looked at her when she left on the last day.

Everything seemed to be in the blink of an eye, "Is this going to die?" Will you go back when you die? Qin Feng thought silently in his heart.

"Poof......." A handful of blood was suddenly poured on his face, and the bloody breath on the tip of his nose made Qin Feng turn over, leaning over and coughing violently on the snow.

Picking up a handful of snow and wiping his face, the melted snow and blood soaked his loose hair, he stood up to find that the werewolf who had assassinated him had been decapitated by one of the guards. As for the guard, who was trying to save him, he was scratched by another werewolf and fell to the ground, his internal organs flowing out of the wound and dripping all over the ground.

Qin Feng could see that the guard was no longer saved, he bent down to pick up the sword, walked up to the guard, was silent for a while, and then whispered, "Thank you...."

"Ahem... Cough.. Hehehe...."The guard coughed a few times and smiled slowly, "The young master is fine." He concluded.

Qin Feng was silent, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only stand here and watch the guard slowly lose his breath. He knew that he was enduring great pain, but Qin Feng didn't want him to die in the end under the sword of the person he wanted to save with his life. He was a warrior, and dying at the hands of his enemies was perhaps his last honor.