Brec's fighting style is wilder, even if it is more wild than that of the notoriously violent orc warriors.

Wounds for wounds, lives for lives. This is the most manly and wildest method of fighting.

It was in such a deadly way that Baron Brick succeeded in killing one orc warrior after another who were much stronger than him.

Kill after kill, it seems that everyone forgets one thing. That is, Baron Breck is just an ordinary human who is not proficient in martial arts.

Even, hesitating and being too bloated, Baron Brink's movements are not as agile as ordinary people.

Therefore, when the orc overseers fought with Baron Blake, there was almost no suspense, and Baron Blake was suppressed to the death.

And it's a total suppression!

Baron Breck felt his breathing heavily, not only because a hole had just been pierced in his chest, but also because it hadn't healed completely. The orc in front of him possessed a terrifying agility that was completely different from his massive reminder. Like a nimble leopard, he used the most graceful and lethal tricks to attack Baron Brick again and again.

And Baron Breck is like a bull that has been attacked, although he has endless power, even touching the other party has become a luxury.

Baron Breck clearly understood that the strength of the other party was far above his own. For a moment, he even wanted to turn around and run away, he was not afraid of death, in fact, after accepting Ren Fan's infusion, he knew very well that his fate was already doomed. What he feared was the unfathomable ability of the other party.

It's a desperately large gap.

However, Breck didn't take a step back.

Gritting his teeth, watching the more and more scars on his body, the excitement in his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a kind of persistence and sadness that looked at death as home. His wounds were no longer bleeding, in fact there was no blood in his body. What flowed from the wound that never healed was only the sparkling light.

Knocked out with a heavy blow from the Orc Overseer, Breck rolled on the ground several times in a row. Gritting his teeth, Blake struggled to get up, only to find that his legs were no longer strong.

"Made, the deceitful Grim Reaper......" sighed, and Breck saw an extra hand in front of him, which was also bloodless. Pulling his master up with some difficulty, Severs smiled. As if he had pulled a wound somewhere, his expression couldn't help but stiffen and became very strange.

"Looks like the two of us have to explain here today." Breck said, glancing coldly at the orc overseers not far away. Looking at the axe in his hand, which was already half cut off, an idea suddenly came to him.

"Seifer, I will award you the rank of knight for your exploits today...... Blake's voice became extremely hoarse from the long roar, and he smiled, and he said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't know what a real knight's ordination ceremony looks like, and there is no such condition now, so ...... I'm so sorry. ”

"So, you need to make up for me a perfect bestowal ceremony." Seifer smiled and stood up, blocking Blake behind him. His diminutive stature erupted with a terrifying will to fight.

"You two, together!" (Orc)

The Overseers weren't dismissive. These two humans are not very strong in combat. But in their eyes, he had a familiar feeling.

Many years ago, his father was like this, with a hint of determination and sorrow, to meet the ogre troops who came to plunder.

In them, the Overseer seemed to see the figure of the old orc.

Such a human being, such a warrior, must have a proud death! They deserve to die in glorious duels instead of being torn apart by madmen who have lost their minds.

"That's all I'm capable of, great warrior. Your soul is destined to return to the bosom of your ancestors. (orc)

"What is that bird thing muttering?"

"Looks like it's for the two of us to go together!"

"Then what else to say, it's time to kill one more!"

Raising their weapons in their hands, the two men charged. Though they could not muster a trace of anger, and though their charge was slow to the eyes of the Overseers, the Overseers met the two humans, who were already weak in the eyes of the other orcs, with the most vigilant gestures.

One knife, two sections.

In the second year of the Dark Gate, Baron Blake and Knight Seifer died in battle, one mile outside of Creek Village. The two of them worked together to resist the orcs for two hours, and they could not advance an inch.

......

Karazan was already close at hand, and Ren Fan could even see the arcane abilities and gorgeous magic seals circulating on the mage tower. Under the setting sun, Karazan exudes a faint halo, like the neon of the city, which makes people stop and sigh.

But it's a pity that such a gorgeous mage tower will become their battlefield. I don't know how many of these people will fall in this tower.

Ren Fan's face was a little bad, and in order to infuse Breck and Seifer with energy, he smashed almost half of the holy light in his body out. Until now, he has not been able to return to his full form.

Sniffling slightly, Ren Fan sneezed in disgust. Due to his special constitution, he has an almost instinctive sensitivity to the evil energy, which is extremely repulsive to the Holy Light. Frowning, Ren Fan tilted his head and looked at the towering Karazan, and for a while there was a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

"It's just Medivan, the boss that these guys were able to kill in history. Khadgar can kill it, why can't I kill it! Ren Fan whispered to himself, but was just overheard by Khadgar on the side. Turning his head, the somewhat nervous archmage apprentice's face turned slightly pale. Trying his best to hide his emotions, he said with a stiff smile:

"What were you talking about?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking again, if Medivan really has fallen and we have narrowly beaten your teacher. So what should Karazan do with your teacher's relics? Although it is reasonable that you are the only disciple of your teacher, there is no problem in passing it on to you. But this place seems to be the land that was previously given to Medivan by the Stormwind Kingdom. If the Stormwind Kingdom is allowed to take it back, there will be no problem......"

"Don't think about it, Karazan was founded by Medivan's mother, and it has nothing to do with the Stormwind Kingdom." Lothar seemed to hear the conversation between the two and rolled her eyes. Immediately after, as if to make a joke, he shouted to the people around him: "Look at it, this hasn't been done yet, there is a greedy guy who wants to divide the spoils!" ”

There was a burst of laughter from the team, and Ren Fan could only shrug his shoulders helplessly. He saw the kind look coming from Lothar and knew that the Grand Duke had not intended to target him. Since the incident in Ximu Village, Lothar's attitude towards herself has changed dramatically.

It's just that......

Looking at the north, Ren Fan sighed. But perhaps no one will know that two unsung heroes are buried here today.