Grom Hellroar fought with Carl, and in his rage, Grom cut even the orc warrior who was blocking his path in half, his eyes completely red and glowing with an evil red.

Carl could only hold on to his attention, and Starfall and Bloodroar clashed together, terrifying Carl with the sheer force. In this case, he didn't dare to let Grom rush into the paladin's formation.

Fenreth and Kilrog, who had no way out, also joined the battle themselves.

The concentrated impact of the orcs was like a huge wave, and now there were only about 400 of the five hundred paladins left, and under the organization of Danas and Mograine, it was like a strong barrier, allowing the orcs to break through again and again in vain.

The return of Sedan Dasohan gave the paladins an untold burst of power, pushing back the orc army that had attacked a certain distance.

“Lok’tar-Ogar！”

The orcs charged again.

The paladin who stood in front of Danas was split in half with an axe, and blood splattered on Danas's face. He wiped his eyes, which were covered by drops of blood, and a tall orc was already standing in front of him.

On the tall orc's face was a long scar, one blindfold over one of his eyes, while the other stared at Danas fearlessly.

"Kilrog, Dead Eye!" Danas knew that this orc was the leader of a clan.

"Not bad! I'm Kilrog Deadeye! Kilrog said proudly, in a lingua franca with a strong accent of yes. I'm lucky...... Or unfortunately, I met you right now! Commander of the Race. ”

"What are you talking about?" Danas frowned, he wasn't afraid to stall, the number of orcs was getting dwindling, even though the mages were running out of mana. The rangers had no more arrows to shoot, but the Storm Knights of the Hammer and the remaining paladins were enough to complete the mission.

"You don't need to understand. I am the chief of the Blood Cave Clan. I've killed countless humans. But you ......," Kilrog's face suddenly became fierce, "come on! Mankind! Let's see who is the true winner of destiny! He had seen visions of his own death, and it was the human commander in front of him who had ended his life, though the place in the illusion was not in this world.

"Okay!" Danas raised Tolcara in his hand, "I'm Danas Torbane. One of the commanders of the Alliance. I've killed countless orcs, and you're not the last! ”

Danas lunged forward, and Torcara slashed down.

Kilrog blocked the blow with his battle axe, and the seemingly blunt blade of the sword was just between the blade and the handle of Karl's axe, and Danas was nearly disarmed. Despite this, Danas did not pause in his operations, and quickly threw a punch that knocked the orc's head off.

Danas made the most of this opportunity and regained control of Torcara. Swinging it again, it slashed at the orc's waist from the side in a beautiful arc.

Kilrog saw Danas's attack, but his decrepit body didn't follow his commands, or was a step slower than he expected. Torkara's notched blade had already cut a hole in his waist, and blood began to squeeze out of the wound, causing the old Blood Cave Chief to let out a muffled snort.

However, the wound didn't slow Kilrog down. On the contrary, it seems to arouse the ferocity in the blood of the orcs. Kilrog slammed his heavy fist into the chest of the approaching Danas, leaving Danas a little unsteady on his feet. And then. The orc chieftain's battle axe followed, slashing at Danas's head.

Danas dodged the axe on his side, swinging Torkara in his hand at the same time. The Troll Slayer's blade dragged a long wound into Kilrog's thigh, sending orc blood gushing out. He was even a little surprised that he had succeeded so easily.

Kilrog roared, and the tomahawk slammed down. Before he could get up, Danas had no choice but to hold Torcara across his head, and the tremendous force knocked Danas and his Torbain out again.

And Kilrog wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to rush forward. But he felt his head dizzy for a while, and he staggered two steps before he stood firm again. Blood was still pouring from the wounds on his waist and thighs, and Kilrog looked at Torbain in Danas's hand with some surprise, the wounds caused by the weapon had made him feel extravagant.

He took a deep breath, then raised his tomahawk: "If this is fateful death." Let me die heroically, then! ”

Then, the old chief of the Blood Cave Clan raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and his voice even shook Danas's ears numb. Danas stood up, sword in both hands, and ran straight for Kilrog. He didn't know what the old orc meant by what he said, but he knew that it was the best chance to kill this enemy.

Tolkara was held slightly above his shoulder, and Kilrog's eyes were filled with the heat of battle, and with the last of his strength he swung his battle axe, slashing at Danas's neck, and if he insisted on slashing his sword to his own throat, he would have been severely wounded by the heavy axe.

However, he was doomed to disappointment.

Danas stopped suddenly, making full use of the kinetic energy of his charge, using one foot as a fulcrum, and then his whole body turned lightly in half a circle, bypassing the range of the tomahawk attack.

Torlara was still tattered like an old sword, but the notched blade had sliced Kilrog's throat like a cut of cloth.

Kilrog took a few steps back, and the tomahawk in his hand fell. The hands that had been holding the axe were now clutching his neck, blood spilling from between his fingers.

"Boom!" With the rapid loss of strength, Kilrog finally couldn't support it and fell. Despite kneeling on the ground, the Bloodcave Chief still had a wicked grin.

"In my blood...... Tribe...... eternal life," his voice was barely audible. "Ancestors...... I...... Here it is......" His gaze blurred. Kilrog's hands drooped and he threw himself forward to the ground.

Danas gasped, then lifted Torcara. This is a respectable opponent!

"Well done, man!" Khadgar came to Danas's side at some point, and with a wave of his staff in his left hand, a magic glowing white light knocked a rushing orc soldier away.

"This is a real warrior!" Khadgar shook his head and sighed.

"But they shouldn't have invaded our territory!" Tirio, who had killed his opponent, heard Khadgar's exclamation and suddenly spoke up.

Khadgar looked at the few orcs left on the battlefield and nodded.

"You're right! Karl once said that 'only a dead enemy is the best enemy.' Although it is a little ruthless, it is the most practical sentence. ”

"That guy—"

Speaking of Cal, Danas, Tirio, and Khadgar looked to that side at the same time.

The battle between Carl and Grom Hellroar is no longer something anyone else can meddle in. The rampage of Grom is not divided between friend and foe, and the orcs who died in his hands are probably more than Karl cut down later, and the battle between the two is rough and fierce, whether it is the orc soldiers or the paladins of the alliance, they are far away to the other side.

Carl punched Grom out of the way, slamming it into the mountain wall, sending rocks flying. However, as if he didn't feel pain at all, Grom kicked the mountain wall, dancing and rushing towards Carl again.

The roar of blood slashed firmly at the handle of Starfall's halberd, and the loud sound made the ears of Danas and the others buzz. Carl lifted Starfall upwards with all his might, and Grom lifted his axe up, opening the door wide, and Carl took the opportunity to turn Starfall in a half-circle, and the tip of the halberd stabbed into Grom's heart with a cold glow.

"Bell!" Grom's sense of battle was absolutely detached, and the Bloodroar appeared where it was supposed to be. Grom turned to his side, and the tip of Starfall's halberd pierced through the curved edge of the Bloodroar Axe, locking the two weapons together.

Carl and Grom begin to wrestle. Starfall's long halberd handle made Carl suffer a little, and the two were evenly matched for a while.

"Boom!"

Starfall and Bloodroar were swept out by the power of the two at the same time, and they flew in front of the eyes of Danas and the others, and slammed into the mountain wall, causing the three of Danas to break out in a cold sweat. (To be continued.) )