Achilles, once a young boy, has grown into a strong third-order professional, the Golden Dragon Knight.

The first strong orc soldier standing in front of him had his brain shattered and smeared the ground with just one face.

The Radiant Emperor, Yang Jiangong, the king of Lol Cardin, sat on a high-backed chair and looked at everything in front of him.

"I didn't expect it...... Even in the plot, the power of the contract can be used. If the army of the town of Lol Cardin can be used whenever and wherever it is, then ...... Is this the benefit of authority? ”

Yang Jiangong unconsciously looked at his hands.

No doubt.

It was the first time he had experienced the thrill of power.

All he saw was the devastating battlefield situation. Everything fluttered and flickered before his eyes, heads rolled, and panicked orc soldiers fell to the ground with a thud.

This is a massacre.

One-sided slaughter.

"For glory!"

"For the sake of brilliance!"

"Fight for my king—"

The Silver Dragon Knight wields a 200-pound sword, which is not something that every strong orc can easily resist.

Not to mention, under the leadership of Bellinger and Achilles, 50 Silver Dragon Knights occupied favorable defensive terrain. Yes, in terms of numbers, it is difficult for an almost infinite army of strong orcs to play to the advantage of numbers.

Over time, the corpse under his feet quickly turned into a wall. Nearly closed defensive gaps between the exterior and interior walls.

More strong orcs, like drunks, have forgotten for a moment how to use the weapons in their hands effectively in the sound of weapons and the sparkle of sword light.

Over time.

When dawn came, the first horn of emergency battle readiness swept through the sky, and the long sound seemed to pierce the glass-like sky.

On the slope of the valley mouth in the east, a white figure appeared, it was Gandalf.

Behind Gandalf was a dense pack of hussar cavalry.

"Knights of the Hussar Country, save King Hiyudon and save the Hussar Kingdom!"

With this sound, at this moment, it sounded like hundreds of hussar cavalry were roaring in unison, and the sound was like a thunderclap.

Subsequently, the huge sound waves emitted by the Hussar Cavalry reverberated the entire Holy Helmet Valley.

During this time, the dense cavalry, behind Gandalf, automatically formed a "∧" shape, like a sharp blade, like a lightning speed, from the slope on the valley mouth towards the dense strong orcs.

The perspective continued to zoom in, and by this time, each hussar could clearly see the ugly faces of the strong orcs, and the disgusting slime hanging from the fangs of their open mouths.

"Roar, roar, roar—"

The leader of the orcs roared, energizing the army of orcs who had been busy all night.

Order the orcs to reorganize their formations and prepare to provoke this large wave of cavalry from the front.

Boom, boom, boom

The sound of horses' hooves is like an earthquake.

The bloodthirsty eyes of the orcs were visibly panicked, and then the battle erupted, with new sounds, overpowering the old sounds, and for a while, all that came into his ears was the low whimpering roar of the orcs, and then Gandalf raised the wizard's staff, and with the help of the light of dawn, he lit a dazzling 'flare' in the air.

A second before the collision, the world suddenly fell silent.

But with the moment the war horse neighed, there was a violent sway, and the body flew high uncontrollably.

From the perspective of the strong orcs, the terrifying black, approaching inch by inch, devouring their last sight little by little. The moment their bodies were knocked away, they tried to find a little sound, but they could only hear the sound of their own intensified heartbeat, "plop, plop, plop......"

One after another, the orcs were knocked into the air, or fell, and some were trampled on the body by horses' hooves, or trampled to broken bones. Even if they were not injured, they would immediately be trampled to death by the galloping cavalry.

Finally!

"Don't let one go, hunt them down!"

The roar of the Hussar cavalry was the last sound that Yang Jiangong could hear at the end of the war.

Bang Dang -

The gates of Fort Horn opened to the sides.

And then.

Buzz――――――

The dwarven golden thunderbolt blew the largest horn of Horn Castle. King Hieudon, Aragorn, Legolas, and a few of the royal guards of the hussar nation rushed out on their high horses and slaughtered them along the causeway.

At this point, the ending of the Battle of the Valley of the Holy Helmet in the movie appeared.

Reincarnators who are still alive besides Yang Jiangong:

Female: Zheng Qing, Chai Lingxue, and two girls named Zheng Minyu and Shen Sijing.

Male: Cao Feng, Han Bo (A young man who looks like a student. ）

"My king, the two of them are still alive."

Achilles retrieved Li Yixin and Huang Yizhou from the pile of dead. The former was severely unconscious, and the latter still had a trace of dissociative consciousness.

Yang Jiangong personally stepped forward to check on the two people and found that they were seriously injured, but they were still alive.

"Let me see ...... them"

Cao Feng was only halfway through his words, and he saw that his face was pale.

Achilles stood in front of him, and pressed the end of the hilt of his sword against his chest.

"What are you, within ten steps of approaching the King of Lorcadan, and dare to stand and speak."

According to the tradition of Lol Cardin, a commoner is not qualified to stand up for a conversation with the Radiant Emperor, let alone a stranger.

Without the permission of the lord, it is not allowed to look directly into the eyes of the lord.

In Achilles' eyes, the stranger in front of him was only worthy of kneeling and kowtowing to his name before he could speak.

"Get out—"

Achilles' rebuke fell on Cao Feng's ears like a needle prick.

As his shoulders shrugged, four Silver Dragon Knights soon surrounded him, right and left, and at the same time pressed the tip of the sword in his hand against Cao Feng's neck.

At this time, perhaps only Yang Jiangong needs a nod. Cao Feng would die on the spot.

The reality is that Yang Jiangong just glanced at the other party indifferently, just like looking at a corpse, a stone without waves.

"The god-favored warrior Behringer kneels before my king, glory is loyalty!"

Behringer, the godly warrior, put down his heavy sword and knelt down. Touch the ground with the palm of your hand, with your palm facing and your head on the ground.

The 27 days of the Great Glory Space have been a full 27 years for Behringer in another space.

Due to taking the potion of immortality. Compared to what he was 27 years ago, Bellinger hasn't changed at all.

Judging by Behringer's clothing, he was no longer wearing the ornate robes of the Grand Duke of the Imperial Palace, but instead wearing a ring of armor, one of the three thousand imperial armor in the inventory of the town of Lol Cardin.

"Behringer, who is the king of the Kingdom of Carmellot today?"

Hearing Yang Jiangong's question, a gloomy color appeared in Behringer's eyes.