The tears never fell, because they had long been dissolved by the warm blood on his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere is no warmth, no time for mourning, no sorrow on this battlefield, there is only iron and fire, life and death, battle and scars, victory and defeat.

Al came back to his senses and found that Freeman was in crisis, even though he had learned from Murat and had also turned on the elemental induction. But the marksmanship is far from Murat's, and his physical fitness is far from enough. Among several orcs, he blocked the left and the right, and he was gradually unable to parry.

"Freeman, get out of the way!" yelled El, there were no other human soldiers here, and he could use magic with confidence.

Freeman jumped away, and as soon as his feet left the area, several sharp spikes of earth suddenly appeared on the ground, piercing the soles of the unsuspecting orcs' feet, and holding them firmly in place.

Powerful earth-based magic "Treadstone Spikes".

However, El's magic was not over there, and several more water dragons appeared out of thin air, entangled these orcs, locked the joints, and even if these orcs were tall and strong, they could not break free for a while. In vain, he could only wave the weapon in his hand with his wrist.

Powerful water magic "turns water into a cage".

Immediately after, several intense bolts of lightning swam in El's hand, and as soon as El stretched out his hand, these bolts of lightning bit at the orcs like poisonous snakes hearing orders. It first hits an orc, then spreads to other orcs like an infection. The orcs were so electric that their hair stood on end, and they could no longer hold their weapons.

Powerful electric magic "chain lightning".

Al had already thought that ordinary fireball magic or ice magic would not be effective against these orcs with tenacious vitality and great strength, so he released three restricted spells one after another to firmly control the orc's movements.

Freeman, who flashed to the side, naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, although his marksmanship was not as old as Murat's, but he also had the three flavors of "fast, accurate, and ruthless", and in the face of these orcs who had no power to fight back, he opened a killing ring and wiped out the surrounding orcs, which was regarded as temporarily avenging Murat.

Al was exhausted and panting, and although it was only three spells, it still drained his mental power in a short period of time. "Is this the legendary One Minute Real Man?" Al couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

Freeman came to him gasping for breath, and he had also consumed a lot after the battle he had just had.

"It's alright, Master Al. ”

Al shook his head and looked worriedly in the direction of the tower, where the commander was already shouting for killing, and the orcs had never broken through there before, indicating that the human defenses were already in danger.

Several captains were squeezed into a corner of a radius of 100 meters, and even those as strong as them were tired from the continuous high-intensity battle, and they couldn't hold the weapons in their hands. The surrounding soldiers were all killed and wounded, and only they still led the guards around them to resist stubbornly. In the face of waves and waves of incoming waves, it seems that how to kill and lose the orcs that have not decreased, no matter how tenacious the warrior is, he can't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart: it seems that the general trend has really gone and he can't hold it.

At this time, hundreds of strangely dressed orcs climbed up the city wall, compared to the orcs who only took a piece of fur and wrapped it casually. Their attire was much more formal, some were even cut out, and some wore some carved or carved bones as ornaments.

They are reverently called among the orcs as "children of heaven and earth", meaning children who are favored by their heavenly father and earthly mother. Because they are able to unleash magic, although it seems very rudimentary in the eyes of humans, it is mysterious and powerful in the eyes of orcs, and it is very respectful.

With the help of the "Night General" who can withstand the great power of the army, Grouchy accurately judged that the human race is already at the end of the crossbow, like a candle in the wind, and can no longer set off any storms. He sent out the "Son of Heaven and Earth" who had been reluctant to release it in one breath as the last straw that broke the camel's back, and wanted to directly divide the winner on this night.

After all, there are many dreams at night, and no one knows when reinforcements from the west will arrive.

Grouchy's judgment was correct, the arrival of these "children of heaven and earth" was indeed a great trouble for the Western Army, and they used the cover of the surrounding orc warriors to unleash magic in the direction of the castle tower. Violent snowstorms, flying sand and rocks, the momentum is amazing. Despite their crude magic, many of them went off the rails, blasting the ground near the towers into potholes. However, the power of magic is undoubted, and the remaining human warriors can only try their best to mobilize the elements in their bodies to resonate and resist the indiscriminate bombardment of magic, which causes the few elements in their bodies to be drastically reduced. In this way, not to mention the surviving hoplites and lunges, even the captains will be grinded to death.

A hint of determination flashed in Victor's eyes, and he yelled, "Munse, follow me." "Attack those "children of heaven and earth" with all kinds of magic!

He roared angrily, his massive body making no dodge movements, and rushed forward blindly. Munse, who was following him, clenched the two-handed sword in his hand, with a resolute expression, he already knew what Victor wanted to do, using Victor's giant-like body as a shield, and charged forward with Victor.

The shield in Victor's hand could not withstand so many magical attacks. Fireballs, ice picks, wind blades, electricity, clods of earth, and all sorts of magic blasted cracks of varying sizes into the shield. These cracks cracked bigger and bigger under the impact of huge energy, and finally with a bang, the entire iron shield was torn apart, and it disintegrated and flew out in an instant, completely exposing Victor's body.

First, a stone the size of a millstone slammed into Viktor's chest, and he could even hear the sound of his own bones cracking. This was followed by a powerful whirlwind, which cut wounds crisscrossing his body, and the flesh rolled outward, as if it were inflicting the most cruel torture on him. Then there is freezing, then there is electric current......

Colorful magic drowned Victor's body, and powerful explosions rang out in various parts of Victor's body. All kinds of energy raged on Victor's body, devouring his flesh, burning his nerves, and wearing down his bones, trying to wipe him out of the world.

At some point, a fire broke out on Victor's body, and no part of his skin was completely charred. The charred body was scalded into dense blisters, and then dried up under the scorching fire. The charred body tissue fell from the body with a "plop" and made a "sizzling" sound on the ground.

However, Victor's steps did not slow down, blood flowed from the soles of his feet, and became blood-stained footprints on the ground, not blurred, nor inconsistent, only without hesitation.

Victor rushed to the "children of heaven and earth" like a burning man, his bone-barred hands still clutching the axes. Victor, who had endured inhuman pain without saying a word, let out a roar of rage, and slashed at an orc with his axe.

Munse, who had been hiding behind Victor before, flashed out, and the long sword was filled with frost as clear as moonlight, as if it was contrasting with the fire on Victor's body. With a rare roar, he lunged at the orcs around him with resolute killing intent, staggered and flashed the fireball flying in front of him, and cut off the head of an orc with a single sword. He kept changing his steps, flickering and moving among the orcs, so fast that he looked like he was doing a waltz, and his sword danced in a dozen rings with his body, as if a storm was blowing around his body.

Storm of the blade, storm of death.

The sword cuts limbs, tears throats, drinks blood, and reaps life. The frost on the blade danced in the moonlight with traces of sorrow, and the blade trembled in the air, was it weeping, or was it mourning?

Victor only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and he could no longer exert his strength. His body was already burned to ashes, and he staggered, suddenly outstretched his arms and rushed forward, hugging the two orcs at once. The fire spread over the orcs, and the pain was so intense that they struggled frantically. However, no matter how much they struggled, Victor's hands were as solid as a rock, and he rushed to the side of the wall, carrying the two orcs and jumping off the wall.

Just left a long laugh in the air: "Happy." ”

The white-haired deputy city guard of Joseph struggled with a crowd of orcs. He saw Victor's sacrifice, and Munse, surrounded by the orcs, seemed to be unspared.

He couldn't help but recall the events of more than ten years ago, when Victor was still a stunned young man and couldn't stand in line well. Murat is like a hedgehog, and he always quarrels with whoever he meets. Munse is good at everything, but he is too withdrawn to fit in. There is also Bertier, who is so inferior that he is afraid to see people because of his physical deformity. Oh, and that fat man from Oudino, who is not even good at weapons until now, but is getting fatter and fatter, and this is still like a warrior.

In order to teach these bastards a lesson, he and Kellerman wasted a lot of effort.

One was careless and was almost hit by an orc. Old Joseph's sword was lit with a flame that left a scar on the orc's body, and he was painted.

People are getting old. I can't help but recall the past, if I had been younger, my feet had been faster, and I wouldn't have hurt just now. Joseph wielded his sword and felt his body creak like an unmaintained weapon.

Old Joseph, with his waist, arms, and legs, was fighting among the orcs, and there were many orc corpses lying at his feet. It's just that his movements are getting slower and slower, and he looks so old that he can't even swing his sword.

The holy flame on the blade of the sword disappeared little by little, gradually extinguished, but the inscription on the sword was faintly visible in the blood.

"Duty and faith are engraved in the heart, and the line is on the sword. Burdened with the felony of killing, I dare not forget it for a moment. ”

When the pious old warrior was dying, among the countless voices, he seemed to hear a voice from afar,

It seems to be a small and melodious chant.