Zheng Qing's nose opened and closed, and her chest fell together, making people feel her heart, which was beating nervously in her chest at this time.

"We're going to stop the orcs from blowing up the deep stream wall."

Hearing the voice coming from the newcomer, Cao Feng's brows furrowed, and his eyes immediately widened.

As a newcomer, facing Cao Feng's fierce eyes, Huang Yizhou's pair of eyes with dark eyelashes, although not big, are hidden and sharp, revealing a kind of alertness and stubbornness.

"Good, good." Cao Feng laughed angrily. His two eyebrows are also bent down very regularly, like two arcs drawn by a compass. "Brother Yang, the differences between us are actually not difficult to handle. If you're going to defend the Creek Wall, we're going to do our separate thing. As for you—"

Cao Feng stared at Huang Yizhou, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he seemed to be smiling on the surface. But the gray lips were bloodless, "You will die." ”

Hearing those cold words, Huang Yizhou's heart was in his throat, and he felt difficult to breathe.

Now, he may have secretly regretted it.

"Zheng Qing, quick, this is there."

Hearing Yang Jiangong's reminder, Zheng Qing picked up the bow and arrows and hurriedly looked under the city wall.

It didn't matter if she didn't watch it just now, but now she was even more panicked. Emma, how many pairs of eyes are staring at yourself!

Especially the eyes of Yang Jiangong and Cao Feng, Zheng Qing's two hands also didn't know how to put them down. Her eyes searched for her target, and her whole heart pounded as she drew her bow and arrows.

"Don't be nervous Zheng Qing, you can definitely do it." Through verbal encouragement, Yang Jiangong tried his best to keep Zheng Qing calm.

Several strong orcs carried a 'bomb' and put it into the sluice gate below the deep stream wall, followed by an orc berserker with a fire in his hand, galloping forward in the rain.

Whoa――――

The arrow in the head only made the orc berserker's entire body lean forward slightly.

Even the elven hero Legolas missed, and the strong orc's braincase structure was different from that of humans, so he judged that the arrow was cut by the rain, and it was possible that it was stuck in the skull of the orc berserker.

"Quick, stop it!"

Seeing that the orc berserker was about to blow up the deep stream wall, Ranger Aragorn kept shouting, his mind went blank.

It seems that it is already too late.

Without the Deep Creek Wall, the orc army could directly besiege Fort Clarion.

And the war has only just begun.

"Is Fort Clarion really finished?" Aragorn couldn't help but sigh in the bottom of his heart. However, in the gap between him and the orc berserker about to blow up the deep stream wall, it was difficult for Elf Legolas to shoot a second arrow because of the angle.

Whoa――――

Everything happens between the lights and the fire.

The Orc Berserker failed to detonate the 'bomb' and lost half of his head.

Twisting its body wildly, its cervical vertebrae were broken, and only a few tendons were involved in its head and torso. Then his eyes fell to the ground. The fire in his hand fell into the rain and was immediately extinguished.

"What a force!"

"Archery is more powerful than elves. It's from a human being!? ”

Ranger Aragorn and Elf Legolas look up at the outer walls of Fort Clarion.

"Did I shoot?"

Zheng Qing was stunned, and she hadn't returned to her senses in the sudden surprise. Yang Jiangong beside her suddenly turned around and slashed, and after the long sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, it landed impartially on the head of the strong orc who had just climbed to the head of the city.

"Zheng Qing, you must watch it, don't let the strong orcs blow up the deep stream wall. Chai Lingxue, you take two people to stay behind to protect Zheng Qing. The rest, come with me and come with you to support the Deep Creek Wall. ”

Whether it was the scene of Yang Jiangong splitting the head of the strong orc, or his order, it made the newcomers feel a strong pressure.

But at least everyone knows in their hearts that it is impossible not to fight hard in order to survive in such a big war.

"Please."

Before leaving, Yang Jiangong glanced back at Cao Feng. There was a slight apology in his tone.

With Cao Feng here, Zheng Qing's safety should be fine.

As for the quarrel just now, in Yang Jiangong's view, in the face of life-and-death issues, even 'friends' will inevitably have some disputes, and it is inevitable that emotions will become excited. But even so, he still regards Cao Feng as a friend.

…………………………

The distance from the outer wall of Fort Clarion to the wall of the Deep Creek is not very far.

But as the strong orcs continued to climb up, the sound of someone falling to the ground could always be heard in the ears, and the strong orcs and humans fought hand-to-hand at the head of the city, and the blood of the strong orcs and humans dissolved together.

"Everybody's on track. Don't be left behind. ”

Huang Yizhou couldn't keep up with Yang Jiangong's pace, and he could feel fine beads of sweat covering his forehead little by little. As a newcomer, it was the first time I saw blood gushing out of a person's mouth and throat, and the first time I saw someone with their bones cut off but their head not cut off. Nervous, he clenched the weapon in his hand, his eyes widened, and Yang Jiangong's hungry back was the only target he followed.

"Why, why did you stop ......" almost hit Yang Jiangong's back, Huang Yizhou stopped and asked lightly.

"No way." Yang Jiangong smiled bitterly, and then put on a fighting posture. "Prepare for hand-to-hand combat...... Rookies. ”

Huang Yizhou saw the five or six strong orcs in front of him who were covered in steel armor and armed with machetes. He tried to steady his trembling hand, but to no avail.

"Roar—"

Yang Jiangong, who had combat experience, took the lead in rushing over.

Then I saw him dodge skillfully, only to hear a soft "poof", and the blade had already sunk into the body of the strong orc. Then he quickly drew his sword, grasped the hilt with both hands, and quickly shouted, "Titan Grip-"

The strength formed by the 200-pound heavy sword suddenly doubled.

The strong orc standing in front of Yang Jiangong was split into bloody halves from top to bottom, and those smelly warm and wet blood splashed Yang Jiangong's whole body - his head, face, and body were all splashed with the warm blood of the strong orc. And Yang Jiangong's appearance has naturally changed.

An indifferent young man with horns on his head and a height of one meter and nine.

Monster! Orcs?

Under the visual stimulation, Huang Yizhou's brain short-circuited in an instant.

However, this was not a good phenomenon, because Yang Jiangong had already rushed over after killing two strong orcs, and there were still three or four strong orcs left in front of him staring at the twelve newcomers who were at a loss.

"To live, or to be obliterated. Let them choose for themselves......"

Yang Jiangong deliberately left the four strong orcs to the newcomers, and his running speed was not fast, adjusting his breathing rhythmically, inhaling in five steps and exhaling in five steps. Constantly killing the strong orcs who had just climbed the walls took a lot of the pressure off the elven Eda archers who were still alive.