Old Dawson had only one hand, so he could neither hold a shield nor use a heavy weapon in both hands, but he was at the front of the line, which should have been a sword and shield or a pikeman.

In front of him was the steps of the upper city, only two people wide, and crowded with people, orcs.

An orc centurion stood at the foot of the steps, brandishing his battle axe, cursing and driving the orc soldiers upward. In fact, this move was purely superfluous, or it was just a subconscious move of the centurion, and the soldiers had already killed the red eyes, and they had forgotten how to write the dead word at all.

Old Dawson was a thief, good at assassination, good at using daggers and short swords, but he was now wielding a knife, a wood knife.

The long-handled hatchet is very long, more than a meter, and it is also very heavy, and it can easily split hard pine wood, and the effect of chopping people is quite good, and after a while, Dawson has no idea how many bones he has cut with this hatchet, and the more he makes it, the more comfortable he feels. He even had this idea just now, if he could survive, he would simply use the firewood knife as his main weapon in the future.

Provided, of course, that he can live......

The enemy was sacrificing his life and death to rush to the head of the city, and old Dawson chopped like a woodyard, his hands were very steady, his speed was very fast, and the direction of the knife was accurate and tricky, and ordinary soldiers could not prevent it at all. Soon, another pile of corpses was piled up in front of him, and blood flowed down the steps, soaking the stairs sticky and slippery, and the orc soldiers kept slipping.

At the end of the steps, the orc centurion looked at the god-like old Dawson, and waved his hand heavily: "Release!"

Wait!

A bush of crossbow arrows came over, and old Dawson hurriedly waved his firewood knife to block.

With his agile skills, he can actually dodge easily, but behind him are archers, who can't dodge, can only block.

Blocking it, old Dawson's face suddenly tightened, and he raised his foot and kicked the pile of corpses in front of him, and the rolling corpses fell down a large piece.

"Pastor, there are wounded here!" Old Dawson shouted.

There is only one priest in Mochizuki Village, Youyou, and now that the city is full of wounded, she can't be busy at all, so she doesn't raise her head and shouts when she hears the words: "Is it heavy?"

"It's not heavy!" Old Dawson replied.

"Wait a minute, I'm too busy."

"Good!" Old Dawson gritted his teeth in response, tilted his head after answering, and bit the tail of the arrow that passed through his shoulder. He only has one hand, and if he refuses to put down the knife, his teeth are his only tools.

With a beastly roar, old Dawson tensed, shook his head, and pulled out the crossbow arrow upside down, the wound was broken by the barbs on the arrow's edge, and blood spurted out wildly.

"Come on, cowardly cubs, come over and let grandpa kill!" Old Dawson stood at the mouth of the steps, shaking the blood-stained firewood knife in his hand, and the fierce light was revealed!

The orc centurion who commanded the battle below was going crazy, how could a brave and fearless orc warrior ever be called a "cowardly cub"?!

"Chop them up for me, or everyone won't live!" Enraged, the centurion rushed up with his tomahawk, but whenever he encountered any of his men who stood in his way, he knocked them all down the wall.

When the soldiers under him saw that the commander was taking the lead, their fighting spirit was immediately provoked, and they rushed forward with a shout despite the rain of arrows. The flow of people is surging, and this section of the ruined city wall is like a flat boat in the waves, which may capsize at any time.

Compared with the strong orc centurion, old Dawson looked thin and withered, but naturally there were stronger "people" than him.

The centurion led his army to the front of old Dawson, and was about to raise his battle axe, when suddenly there was a darkness above his head, and before he could look up, a huge body smashed down.

What fell was a brown bear, smaller than Martha, about two meters tall and three and a half meters long, weighing no more than a ton.

The wooden staircase was crowded with people, and it was already overwhelmed, but it was smashed by a brown bear and finally collapsed. Suddenly, I saw sawdust flying sideways, screaming in pieces, broken wood wrapped around people, people wrapped in swords, and was crushed to the ground by a brown bear.

There was a loud "boom", smoke and dust filled the air, and there was not a single intact person to be found under the collapsed staircase. Even the brown bear was smashed and vomited blood, and its huge body twisted back into a human form.

This person who transforms into a brown bear is a night elf druid - Blue Feather _ Night Wind, he majored in wildness, and after combining with the beast soul, he can transform into the form of a beast and have the power of a beast.

At this time, he was covered in blood, the colorful feather coat could no longer see its original color, and his handsome face was stained with blood. After turning back into his human form, he drew a dagger and stabbed the orc centurion in the chest, again and again, until he stabbed it a fifth time, only to find that the centurion had been pierced in the stomach by a sawdust, and he had long since lost his breath.

"Blue Feather, come up!" On the city wall, people lay on the battlements of arrows and shouted. At this time, their arrows were completely exhausted, and they looked at the orc army that had gathered again, and they were anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

Lan Yu tried to give himself a rejuvenation technique, and shook his head with a wry smile, his ribs were broken, and the rejuvenation technique had a miraculous effect on external injuries, but the effect on internal injuries was very slow, and it was too late.

Looking at the orc soldiers who surrounded him like a tide, Lan Yu gave up the struggle, reached into his arms, and felt a fiery red bead. This is a thunderbolt, he thought it was funny at the beginning, and asked Cheng Xiaotian to study it.

Right now......

"It's a good thing." Lan Yu muttered to himself, suddenly opened his mouth, and raised his hand to send the thunderbolt into his mouth.

"Don't!" The people on the city wall shouted in unison and stretched out their hands.

The people's cries were absolutely effective, and Lan Yu really retracted his hand again, muttering, "It's better to kill a few enemies."

With that, Lan Yu waved his hand at the enemy who rushed over and threw out a thunderbolt, and with a violent explosion, the remains of several orc soldiers were blown away, and Lan Yu closed his eyes.

The next moment!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The explosions continued one after another, the earth roared endlessly, and the screams were incessant.

Lan Yu was a little curious, how could this thunderbolt be so powerful? So he opened his eyes again.

I saw a snow-white figure, wrapped in a blue sword light, circling back and forth in front of him, and one by one the thunderbolts were thrown down by him, blowing up the enemy on his back!

"Cheng Xiaotian? It's Lord Cheng Xiaotian who is back! Lan Yu exclaimed, and stood up despite the severe pain.

"Your Excellency!"

"Young Master!"

On the city wall, the villagers and old Dawson shouted in unison, and it was difficult to hide their ecstasy.

The person who came was Cheng Xiaotian, who had just arrived.

Cheng Xiaotian blew up all the thunderbolts in one go, turned around, flew to Lan Yu's side, grabbed him, and flew up to the city tower.

The sword light dispersed, revealing Cheng Xiaotian's figure and glanced around, his face instantly turned pale. I saw that the city was full of wounded, mixed with cold corpses, and only half of the people who could still stand, and all of them were wounded.

"Young Master, why are you here?" Old Dawson couldn't help but reproach.

Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand, silent, and his body shook.

"Young Master, this is war." Some villagers offered words of consolation, but they touched the pain in their hearts and couldn't help choking.

Cheng Xiaotian only felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, where could he hear it?

The neighbor who was still helping each other a moment ago died like this? Gone!

"Young master, I'm going to kill someone!" Cheng Xiaotian pushed old Dawson away, and the flying sword around his side accelerated sharply, let out a piercing howl, and flew into the air with him.

"Our mount arrives, receive it immediately." Leaving this sentence, Cheng Xiaotian's figure turned around and pounced under the city wall.

"Our mount?" Old Dawson pointed to the cluster of mounts that were approaching the city, a little incredulous.

In the distance, the faint sound of the wounded who had been helping the wounded paused, then lowered his head and continued to perform healing.