The smell of blood was in the wind, and there was a faint smell of glue in the air, and the knight's most powerful attack power did not come from the long cavalry spear in his hand, but from the high-speed impact brought by the war horse under his crotch.

The locomotive is a man's favorite thing, and the war horse here is equivalent to the modern locomotive, and the galloping speed gives the knight a strong explosive power.

The Beast Emperor's headquarters garrison was about 50,000 people, and Gawain brought about 10,000 people, and when the horn of war sounded, all the sub-forces were forced or passively launched an attack.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the Beast Emperor's troops desperately tried to rush back to the base to defend, they were worried about Durontan's safety, but they were intercepted by Arthur's death order.

Arthur's orders were extremely resolute, and whoever failed to defend would wait to lie down and return to the kingdom of Farin.

Now that Falin has been newly defeated and millions of lives have been lost, who dares not to obey orders, who dares to hesitate for half a step, and the new hatred and old hatred are added together, and everyone's eyes are red.

Blood stained the plain white snow, war drums were impressive, swords were flying everywhere, and there were high-pitched roars and shouts of killing, soaring into the sky.

..............

Gawain wiped the blood from his face, his mouth was panting, the holy sword in his hand trembled slightly, the confrontation of Gao Long was simply an ordeal, Durotan was really too strong, even if he hadn't picked up a weapon for many years.

"I admit you're strong. Durotan clutched his chest and laughed loudly, with the arrogance of competing with the sky after a fierce exercise.

The orcs likened duels to the happiest things, the strong get everything, the losers lose everything, Durotan has won countless honors, he loves the feeling, it is the pleasure of plunder and the indescribable pride.

There were many people around the two of them, looking at each other, but they did not attack.

Gawain and Durotan both want to solve each other's duels in this way, so at least this way can kill a lot of people.

The flames of war raged in the distance, and Gawain clearly went against Arthur's intentions by doing so, but he knew that Arthur would not blame him, that integrity and mercy were not mistakes, but indifference and numbness were.

Gawain coughed lightly twice without speaking, the blood on the corner of his mouth was red, he slashed Durotan with a sword, and was also punched by the other party to vomit blood, the strength of the two alone Gao Wen is indeed inferior to Durotan, so he has to find another way.

The two of them roared again, and once again slammed into one place, and the holy sword in Gawain's hand overflowed with golden light, quickly slashing everywhere, enveloping Durotan's whole body.

The people outside only saw countless scorching golden lights scattering, and they couldn't help but cover their eyes with their hands, but they were unwilling to miss any shots.

The confrontation between the strong and the strong is always the most wonderful picture, and at the same time the most sacred thing, what could be more exciting.

"If you do this, will the Earl be unhappy and delay the warplane? A deputy commander of the knight phalanx asked in a low voice.

The commander looked at the noise and fighting in the distance, "Did you stop these two people? Now is not the time to talk about this, besides, isn't this kind of duel that you and I both dream of? Orcs already value duels so much, why should we lose our honor and do something down." ”

"Even if Master Arthur knew, he wouldn't say anything, so don't worry about it. ”

"But our brothers outside are desperately trying to stop the army?"

"Knight Gawain is not also fighting to the death, you and I only need to protect Knight Gawain. ”

The deputy commander nodded slightly, not saying anything, just quietly holding the hilt of his sword, praying that Knight Gawain would be able to defeat Durotan.

With solemn eyes in their eyes, their right hands on their chests, and whispering war songs in their mouths, they encouraged Durotan in their own way.

Durotan and Gawain's duel became faster and faster, and his movements became more and more fatal, and the wounds on his body were more serious because of the high-speed tearing, but the two did not dare to relax for a moment.

The injury on his body is nothing more than a medal on a man's body, for the sake of honor or the pride in his heart, neither Gawain nor Durotan wants to give up anything.

Gawain was swept away by Durotan's axe, Gawain's figure slid backwards at a rapid speed, and cheers came from the orc phalanx, but after a while, Gawain stood firm, rushed forward, jumped high, and the holy sword in his hand ignited a fire, and he took off the sword three feet away.

The fierce fire and scorching sensation made Durotan very uncomfortable, and the sweat instantly wet his clothes, and the smell of glue came from the wound.

An inexplicable sense of cowardice made Du Longtan burn a nameless karmic fire in his heart.

I'm not going to lose, I'm not going to lose!!

Ah!! full of anger turned into the highest shout. He raised the big axe in front of him, and Gawain's powerful slash, with a fire impact, smashed the battle axe.

The sword and the axe collided, Durontan's body quickly retreated, and the smell of roasted meat came from his body, and the people around him suddenly sweated when they saw this scene.

The people in the phalanx of knights were extremely jubilant, even if there was no expression on their faces, but their hearts were stirring, while the orcs were very surprised, and the atmosphere was faintly restless.

In the next second, this restlessness turned into the most tragic sorrow.

Durotan, who was knocked away, spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his head slightly, and only felt a burning sensation in his chest, and when he lowered his head again, it turned into a bitter smile.

Lost, still lost after all.

The fire shrouded in the outer part of the holy sword turned into a pillar of fire, and pierced Durotan's heart through the body of the sword, directly piercing his body, and the wound was about the size of a bowl, and no blood flowed out, because it was already paste.

The sun was shining on Gawain's body, and the holy sword returned to its usual state, Gawain knelt on one knee, the long sword in his hand was stuck in the ground, he was silently praying, this should be the only thing he could do.

Durotan slowly sat up straight, and the crowd of beasts in the distance looked at their king sadly, and there were tears in their clear eyes.

Durotan raised his head slightly, remembering the one he once loved the most, remembering her eyes and beauty. After a moment of quiet thought, he looked at Gawain. "You win, I lose. Then he looked at the men in the distance. "Blow the trumpet, and we leave Falin. ”

Doodle.. Toot Toot Too The sound of the trumpet was heard far, far away.

Gawain straightened up and looked into the distance to his left, where Thrall had brought back the troops, and Arthur had released him early because of his faith in Gawain.

Before leaving, Arthur said this to Sal again. "If Durotan is dead, it is a consideration of the past and a greeting to the future. The Warsong Clan needs a new patriarch, and I hope he's you, because you're smart and changeable. I hope we can let go of this hatred in the future, you have killed a lot of people, and so have we. ”

Thrall quickly ran down from his mount, and he sat lightly across from Durotan.

"You're back, my brother. "Durotan was a little weak.

"Well, do you have anything to say?" Sal was calm.

Durotan shook his head weakly, only patting Sal on the shoulder. "Today, I already feel my own death, so there is nothing to grieve. Did that man say anything?"