The walls of the Snow Fortress are about a thousand meters long and more than ten meters wide, and from the outside, they appear in the shape of a thin strip. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info not small, but it is by no means big. In such a place, thousands of humans and orcs fought and fought each other. The ground was littered with piles of corpses, human and orc corpses writhed together, just the weapons inserted into each other's bodies and the hideous outpouring of the blood and cruelty of the war on their faces before death.

However, there are not enough human soldiers after all, and many recruits have died as early as the beginning of the battle. And the orcs came to attack with the strength of their clan. The scales of war are still slowly tilting in favor of the orcs. The space of the human warriors slowly shrank, and the range of movement was squeezed to a circle in front of the castle tower, but they were still relying on a large number of bunkers and secret passages in all directions to resist stubbornly.

Suddenly, a long and bright voice sounded, and it turned out to be the guard next to Josephine's deputy city guard who blew the horn in his hand.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard as if a heavy rain was pounding on the ground. The faces of the warriors of the Western Frontier who were fighting hard couldn't help but show joy, and the cavalry team finally set out. Josephine's vice-city guard used the most elite and last of his strength.

The cavalry galloped along the city's avenues, taking advantage of this distance to speed up their horses. The two stretched out into a column side by side, and rushed all the way to the city wall on the winding horse road behind the city wall.

The first person is none other than Murat, who is dressed in white and has a white horse and a bright silver spear.

After climbing the city wall, the cavalry skillfully controlled the war horse under the crotch to the side and folded slightly, and the whole cavalry rushed towards the orcs. The neighing of the horses, accompanied by the shouts of the knights, exploded like thunder on the city walls.

Murat took the lead, and rushed towards an orc with the power of his horsepower, who was holding an iron rod and wanted to wave it, but he didn't want Murat's horse to be so fast. A silver thread flashed out, and Murat's hand was like lightning, and a silver spear stabbed the orc in the throat like a poisonous snake. The tip of the spear easily shattered the Adam's apple and pierced through the back of the neck, leaving only a large hole in the blood and a corpse of despair.

It's just that as the city walls are crowded with orcs, the speed of the white horse's gallop can't help but slow down. Another orc spotted the vacancy, and one lunged forward, trying to sneak up on Murat's horse where he was sitting. The heel of Murat's boots stabbed the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and jumped forward, and the orc pounced.

The horses and orcs staggered, and Murat did not look back, and the silver spear was raised and flung back. Like a long eye in the back of the head, the tip of the spear "snapped" and smashed on the orc's temple, and the force was so great that the head of the spear smashed half of the orc's face. The orc's eyes rolled to the ground, and he saw that there was only breath in and no breath out.

There were orcs on all sides, and Murat did her best. I only heard a "stab" sound, and a silver arc flashed on the tip of the gun, and a large ball of bright light pierced people's eyes. He turned out to be the same as General Kellerman, and the ability to release the elements was lightning.

The already bright tip of the gun was shrouded in electric light, making it more and more difficult to see. I saw that the electric light flew left and right, and the streamer flashed, making people look closely but couldn't see the trajectory clearly. It's like that firework leaving brilliant traces in the air, and I don't feel anything when I see it, but I just want to go back and look for it, but it can only make people feel lost.

But Murat's fireworks were bright but dangerous, and electricity swam around him, and as long as anyone approached him, he would not be numb to the electricity, and he could not move.

His gun was too fast and too accurate. Not to mention that these orcs were so electrocuted that they were powerless. In just a few moments, Murat's silver spear pierced the hearts of several orcs, emptying the surrounding area.

The horse was very fast, but in a moment it ran to the bottom of the wall, and as soon as Murat tightened the reins, the horse obediently slowed down, and paced a few steps just as he came to a halt at the edge of the wall. Another foul wind came, and the other orcs refused to give up with him, and a thick iron rod swept over to break Murat at the waist.

Good Murat, not panicked, hid in a stirrup, and hid. The man was still upside down, and a shot flew up, and it struck the orc's heart solidly, killing him with one shot!

Behind him was another burst of horses' hooves. When Murat looked back, it turned out that the cavalry had killed the orcs and gathered together. Murat counted the number of people, and couldn't help but be a little gloomy. Originally, there were two hundred knights in the complete cavalry that followed him to the charge, but now only one hundred and ten men were gathered here. Murat looked around and saw several horses standing alone on the city wall, looking so desolate.

But there was no time for these warriors to collect their emotions in their hearts, and most of them were used to seeing life and death. Murat gathered his spirits and shouted, "Let's charge again." The other horsemen responded with a bang, turned their horses and followed Murat and charged towards the orcs.

Murat's spear was like a dragon, and like a viper. The shot is extremely fast and unpredictable, making it difficult to parry. The moves are old and spicy, and the guns are not far from the vital point of the orcs, either in the throat or in the heart, and if you touch it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will die. It is worthy of being the first in the snow fortress marksmanship, not to mention the ability to release the elements of the electric system, and the silver-white BMW under the crotch is even more powerful. Unstoppable among the orcs, he led the cavalry to kill a pair among the orcs, and I don't know how many souls were added to the tip of the spear.

The fighter plane is fleeting, and a veteran like Joseph will naturally not let it go. The hoplites and lunges, who had already rested, struck again, and immediately suppressed the orcs. Under the concerted counterattack of everyone, the orcs on the city wall were cleaned up and the city wall was firmly occupied.

Gru looked at the towering walls of the Snow Fortress, his face so gloomy that it seemed to drip water. Originally, after ambushing and destroying the two thousand soldiers of the Snow Fortress, he thought that this battle would not be a big problem, but he did not expect the human resistance to be so stubborn. He looked at the orc warriors who were sitting on the ground, gobbling up jerky, and he was still a little relieved. There was no trace of exhaustion or frustration on the faces of these soldiers, only full of fighting spirit and desire for victory.

"They are the best fighters in the world. Grouch thought proudly.

But the thought of the terrible casualties these warriors had paid on that damned fortress made Grouchy's heart ache as if he had been cut with a knife. Look at the sky slowly darkening. His eyes lit up as if he had thought of something.

"Let the warriors rest well and attack after nightfall. He commanded.

The fierce battle made people forget the passage of time, and before they knew it, the sky was completely dark, and the black completely swallowed the world. Taking advantage of the fact that the orcs were no longer attacking, the tired and paralyzed soldiers hurried to eat and rest. As soon as some soldiers sat on the ground, they dozed off without tilting their heads. At this time, Joseph's deputy city guard sent someone to wake up all the sleeping soldiers, and no matter what, they had to eat.

I don't know how many times the cold food was hot, and Oudino sternly urged the quartermaster's men. Make sure the fighters have a hot meal and warm water.

The torch was lit crackling, revealing a little light in the darkness, bringing a little light to human beings, but even if the torch was lit, only a little figure could be seen dimly in the night, and the fear of the unknown made people move a lot more carefully.

At this moment, there was another commotion under the city walls, and everyone's faces became ugly. These crazy orcs, they want to fight at night. Al couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart: "These orcs shouldn't be able to see at night." Even in his previous life, he had never fought with an orc at night. However, if the orcs can really see at night, they also know that humans are extremely disadvantaged, and they are likely to lose all because of this.

Soon the bad premonition became a reality, and these orcs who climbed up had a green glow in their eyes, and they were really able to see at night. The tide of battle immediately turned against humanity. The human soldiers, unable to fully line up due to the darkness of the night, were forced to fight separately and fight with the orcs, and the otherwise orderly ranks were cut into small pieces and fought chaotically in the night. Captains also joined the battle.

Murat, who was covered in silver light in this dark night, was so conspicuous against the backdrop of a white robe, like an inextinguishable lamp in the dark, attracting all kinds of insects and leopards to pounce. The surrounding orcs surrounded them like sharks smelling blood.

Murat fought and retreated. Drifting away from everyone, he unconsciously retreated to a way to the city, and looked around, and the soldiers guarding it were all slaughtered. Murat's heart sank, but he knew that he couldn't retreat any more, or he would let these orcs rush into the city.

He let out a loud shout, and the electric light in his whole body brightened a little more, shining brightly in this dark night! He raised his hand to brush a few shots and poked a few holes in the orc in front of him. Immediately, the tip of the spear was more accurate, and it was stabbing into the wrist of another orc who swung his club. The orc was in pain, and the iron rod fell to the ground. Then there was a flash of silver light, and there was another orc corpse on the ground.

In this way, the silver spear in Murat's hand splits, thorns, picks, and chops, like a dragon and a phoenix, and like a hundred birds returning to the forest. He actually launched a charge at the orcs with the strength of one person, and more than a dozen orcs were stabbed to the ground during the lightning golden snake dance. One person comes and goes in the siege of the orcs, and he is invincible. But the surrounding orcs not only did not decrease, but there were a lot more, and it turned out that the orcs who had slaughtered human soldiers around them surrounded them.

But after all, he is not a strong man with unlimited energy like Victor, and this method of warfare without a mount consumes both the elements in his body and his physical strength. The glittering electric light gradually dimmed.

Without the help of the light, the besieged Murat could no longer let go of his hands and feet, and could only use the method of listening to the wind to avoid the attacks of the orcs, and the moves of the silver spear in his hand also slowed down.

You must know that these orcs are not only the bravest warriors, but also the best hunters on the snowfield. In order to catch their prey, they are more cunning than those monsters, and they can seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow with the slightest bit of air.

The orcs in front attracted Murat's attention, and the other two orcs crept around the side and back in the night, making no sound despite their large bodies. He threw the iron rod in his hand at Murat.

The strength of the orcs was extremely great, and the speed of the iron rod was extremely fast, and before Murat could react, he was hit by the side of the large iron rod more than a meter long. On the spot, he was knocked into the wall to the side.

A sharp pain made Murat's eyes darken, and she almost fainted on the spot, biting the tip of her tongue hard, barely keeping her mind clear. The left hand shattered on the spot, half of the ribs were completely broken, the cracked sternum pierced into the lobes of the lungs, and blood poured into the chest cavity, leaving Murat completely breathless.

Murat gasped with difficulty, trying to stand but unable to stand up, knowing that today would not be spared. He moved two steps to the side with all his strength, remembering the eight virtues of knighthood taught by his teacher when he first began to learn horsemanship: humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

He collapsed to the ground, his right hand clenched the spear and barely raised, throwing it forward with all his might, as if all his life were burning on this spear, and the spear wrapped in electricity brightly lit up the entire sky. There was a painful roar of orcs and the smell of roasted meat, "That's what it smelled like." Murat's thoughts drifted far away.

When he was confused, he seemed to hear a familiar shout, "It seems to be that kid of Al." ”

"To live...... Go down, little Al. ”

Al, who felt bad at the light, hurried over, but he was still a step too slow, and could only see Murat's mouth open and closed, as if he was telling something. The grieving Freeman pounced on the living orcs around him, and Murat was half his teacher.

Al walked towards Murat's vague corpse, his otherwise handsome face covered in blood, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, like his usual sarcastic smile. The completely distorted body blocked the way to the castle diagonally, as if he was trying to block the orcs with his own body with all his strength.

He did not forget his military duties at the last moment. Al sat down beside him, a great grief enveloping him, and sniffed in, as if liquid had slipped from the corner of his eye, and Al quickly wiped it away with his hand, not wanting people to see his cowardly appearance at the moment.

has lived in this world for three lifetimes and experienced countless battles, but he is still not used to the sacrifice of his comrades, so painful, so sad.

Forever, I still can't get used to it.

There seemed to be Murat's flirtatious voice when the two met for the first time: "Good day, Master Al." My name is Joatham Murat, and I'm a nobleman. ”

"You bastard, the nobles should cherish life, blushing and black-hearted, two-faced, and shameless, you are like this, what should other nobles do. ”

"Bastard Murat, you ...... False aristocracy. ”