Victor couldn't hold it anymore, and jumped up, carrying an axe, and rushed into the orc pile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info piercing body, slashing horizontally, immediately opened a hole in the stomach of the orc in front of him, and blood immediately sprayed him. The orc snorted in pain, and abandoned the big stick in his hand, and opened his arms to strangle him. Although Victor can bind pythons, there are many orcs, and as long as they are strangled for a while, the end will not be good.

Although Victor is a reckless man, he has a lot of combat experience. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he raised his left hand, and an axe was thrown over with Xuan'er and slashed directly at the orc's face, and the blood splashed out with some flesh and blood fragments, but it was an axe that cut off one of the orc's eyes.

No matter how brave the orc was, it was also painful at this moment, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands. Victor took advantage of the opportunity to slip around and get rid of the orc's death grab.

But before he could be proud, a gust of wind rushed in the back of his head. Victor subconsciously tightened his neck and lowered his body, and a large stick whistled past his head, blowing up a few hairs. Even a person like Victor, who has fought an old war, can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The orc next to him was not ready to let him go, and there was another roar, at least three weapons beckoned towards Victor, looking at that posture, even a big man like Victor would have to be broken with a few sticks.

It turned out that Victor, the reckless man, was excited, and jumped directly into the middle of several orcs, he was tall and big, and the others could not keep up with his pace. For a while, Victor was isolated and trapped.

Victor only had an axe in his hand, where could he parry, so he had to throw the axe in his hand at the orc next to him, forcing the orc to turn his weapon and block it. Then he slammed himself on the ground, and with the old trick of a lazy donkey rolling, he rolled towards the outside of the orc circle.

Victor's two-meter-tall body rolls on the ground, looking like a big bear fluttering in the snow, which is ridiculous. But the posture was ugly, but the effect was good, and he dodged several sticks that smashed at him.

It's just that he is so majestic, but it's not easy to get up. The orcs pressed on again, and their weapons beckoned straight at him. Victor couldn't get up for a while. He had to keep rolling, but he couldn't escape, and a large bone rod aimed at him and smashed into his tall body. Seeing that Victor could no longer hide, he was about to die on the spot.

A large sword arrived just in time and held the bone stick steadily. It turned out that Monse had finally arrived, and when he saw Victor alone in a surrounding, he realized that something was wrong and hurried over. As the saying goes, it's better to be in time than to be in time, and it just happened to save Victor's life.

A two-handed sword is held with one hand, and it is easy to move between advancing and retreating. The two-handed sword drew a semicircle outward, or point or knock, or frame or pluck, and even the big stick smashed by the belt was all defended.

Victor took the opportunity to get up from the ground and shouted, "Happy!". I didn't do anything else together, but I found a big axe out of nowhere, and I made a pair with the one in my hand. With his hand, he felt that he was still together, and he grinned happily and turned around and rushed towards the orc again.

Meng Sai looked at him uneasy, and he couldn't help but admonish, "You were too careless just now, and you have to use all your strength to deal with these orcs from the beginning." ”

"Got it!", Victor slammed his chest, his body quickly turned red, and he released the elementals. The whole body was covered by a single piece of soil. He roared again, and slashed at the orcs without hesitation.

Munse, who knew Victor's temperament, didn't say much. With a shake of the two-handed sword in his hand, a layer of frost appeared on the blade. Follow Victor right behind and make up for his leaks.

The two who belong to the same infantry sequence have been partners in the army for many years and have a tacit understanding. The two of them were like a sharp sword, cutting a path of flesh and blood in the middle of the orcs, and they would not be able to kill each other among the orcs in a short time. It's a pity that there are too many orcs, and there are too few human soldiers who can keep up with them, and this gap is filled by orc warriors in a moment.

As Victor rushed out, El was on his way. He didn't mean to hide behind and watch coldly. It's just that in this atmosphere of bloody killing, Al still retains his sanity. It is important to fight to the death in battle, but what really keeps a fighter alive is a calm, even cold heart.

El didn't rush into the middle of the stalemate battlefield, where swords and swords flew, and human soldiers and orc warriors piled together, like a meat grinder, and the battle was extremely miserable. If you can't put a few magic spirits like El and don't have enough spiritual power, you can't get the elements into your body and your physical condition can't go in, and you will be drowned if you can't make a splash. Al wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die so easily, so worthless.

On a section of the city wall, hundreds of ordinary warriors were huddled together by dozens of orcs, and many of them were mixed with new recruits. The battlefield was like a pot of porridge, chaotic.

The orcs at the head howled wildly and raised their iron rods and other weapons and threw them into the pile, and immediately one fell to the ground. Ordinary human soldiers are no match for these vicious orcs. I heard screams all the time, and there were many bloody corpses lying on the ground, blood and intestines flowed all over the ground, mixed with some bone slag, making the ground wet and greasy.

It's just that these ordinary soldiers have long put life and death aside, and their comrades-in-arms died so tragically but they will not retreat. They used all means to inflict damage on the orc soldiers, but if they couldn't do it, they just used their own lives to consume the physical strength of these orcs and create opportunities for other comrades.

On the battlefield, you have me, I have you, and the teeth are intertwined. El can't use massive restriction spells like Deadly Chill, not even fireball spells that cause massive explosions. He held his sword in one hand and used his short man to drill through the crowd, blackhanding the orcs and stumbling them.

At the mouth of a battlement, an orc brandished a bone hammer and struck at a few ordinary soldiers, who quickly scattered like frightened birds, but in the face of orcs with amazing arm spans, there were always some unlucky people who could not be avoided. One of the big men was really unavoidable, gritting his teeth and taking a shield to go forward. Hearing only a click, the man flew out like a paper kite, and only a layer of skin remained on his arm, which was bloody and sticking to the flat ribs, so deformed that people couldn't bear to look at it directly.

But this man deserved to be a good man in the West, and such a heavy injury could not knock him down, and he roared and rushed towards the orc, almost his whole body on the orc's arm, and one hand was tightly embraced. "Kill him. He shouted.

Xu was really inspired by this man, and the other human soldiers mustered up their courage to attack this orc soldier, some people bent down and specialized in the lower three ways of the orc, and some people were much more fierce, holding a knife and stabbing the orc in the waist, regardless of whether they would be hit by the orc, and some people followed the example of the big man, and sacrificed themselves to the other arm of the orc, trying to suppress the orc so that he could not move.

It's just that this orc is really fierce, he has a person hanging on one arm, but he still wields the bone hammer so vigorously that for a while the human soldiers can't help him.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly jumped over, looked at the gap, avoided the orc's wielding bone hammer, and got into the orc's arms, it was Al. An iron sword stabbed straight into the orc's waist. But the orc was so strong that the iron sword was firmly stuck in the muscles when it pierced halfway, and it could not be advanced an inch.

The orc snorted in pain, and his free hand grabbed at the alder, trying to catch the muddy monkey. With the help of the iron sword, Al leaped to his feet, kicked on the orc, and jumped up with the help of his strength. A fireball flew out of his fingertips and exploded directly at the orc's face.

The orc might have been able to withstand the burning and pain of the firebomb explosion, but the extreme light still flashed his eyes, causing him to close them involuntarily. The orc only felt a chill in his eyes, and then a sharp pain came, and he couldn't open his eyes anymore. It turned out that El took advantage of the orc's closing of his eyes, and two ice picks directly stabbed the orc's eyes.

There was an angry cry in Al's ears, and the body jumping in the air could no longer avoid it, and it was grabbed by the orc's big hand. The big hand pinched tightly, Al only felt as if the bones in his whole body were about to shatter, the whole person was out of breath, his face was first red as if he was about to drip blood, and then he was suffocated to purple, seeing that Al was either about to be pinched to death, or he was about to suffocate to death. The human soldiers slashed the orc's hand like crazy, and I don't know which knife cut the tendon, Al only felt that his big hand was loosened, and he fell, and finally his life was not deserved, and he escaped death.

The blind orc waved his arms frantically, and the soldier from the Western Frontier who was holding his arm was already confused, but he refused to let go. Even if he was thrown and his body was deformed, the bone stubble of his whole body protruded. It wasn't until the orc was hacked to death that the westerner finally took his last breath.

In this way, the ordinary soldiers of the human race stubbornly consumed the orcs with courage, cooperation, sacrifice, and will. None of them were scared to pee their pants on the spot, none of them turned and ran away, and none of them knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Many of them are dead and unrecognizable, and many of them can't even call all their comrades-in-arms by name or recognize their appearances. Many of them were just ordinary civilians who lived in peace, and they went to the most brutal battlefield in this way.

There are only dead warriors here, no cowards who run away.

In this way, they fought side by side, fighting to the death. It was vigorous in wartime, and obscure in death.

But are they really just unsung heroes, at least the blood-stained walls remember them, the cities they defend, and the people who desperately defend them.

You may not be able to write down all the names, but there is one name that will live down in history: the Westfrontier Army guarding the Snow Fortress.

The unchanging snow and cold winds of the West are witnesses.

Warriors fought here, died here, and are remembered here.