Victory!

What a victory!

Every Lorrainburger has a face full of disbelief and surprise!

"Woo-woo!" sounded a trumpet in the distance, a code peculiar to the Baccarians, who used the horn to inquire about Lorrainburg.

"Woo-woo!" the new Lorrainburg side immediately replied.

It was only at this moment that the frenzied jubilation finally broke out in the new Lorrainburg.

"Hooray!"

"Victory!"

"Long live Bakaria—"

"Long live Young Lord Martin!"

"Woo!"

Someone is crying, someone is laughing, someone is crying and laughing!

Whether it is a gunman, a militia, or an ordinary person, everyone vents their long-suppressed feelings in various ways.

Without exception, the focus of everyone's eyes was on the boy who stood next to the terrible monster like a majestic mountain.

He wasn't strong, and any adult man in Lorrainburg had arms thicker than his thighs.

He is also immature, and only a small beard can be seen on his chin.

He was even less powerful, for he did not even have the badge of a knight's apprentice on his chest.

And yet he is the miracle maker who does more with less!

It was he who single-handedly planned the great cause of burning the main force of the orcs!

It was he who stepped in in his despair and slew that terrible monster that mortals could only look up to!

It was only at this moment that the name of Martin Lorraine was truly imprinted on the hearts of every Lorrainburger.

The hero in everyone's hearts turned their attention to another battle that was not yet over.

What presented to Martin was a brutal duel that could only take place in this magical age.

A female knight in armor and an evil figure with green skin fought each other in the shadow of swords and swords.

The figures of the two are extremely fast, and often multiple back and forth figures are staggered before a weapon exchange will burst out.

However, the light and shadow that burst out during this short confrontation and the shock wave full of mystery made Martin feel the extraordinary taste of the spectator.

If it was just a clash of cold weapons, it would never be possible to explain what this powerful air flow seemed to destroy everything—the feet on the ground smashed the earth, and the aftermath of the air pressure from wielding weapons smashed the wooden fences that the people relied on as a barrier.

The only good thing was that it was Sylvie who clearly had the upper hand, because during an occasional pause of the orc thief named Skak Shadow, Martin noticed that his leg had been cut open in a long, deep bloody grief.

This is absolutely fatal for thieves who rely on agility.

Sure enough, after another three rounds, the battle was over.

Sylvie stabbed the thief in the chest with a sword.

"Wow!" Skack coughed up blood, his trembling paws trying to grab Sylvie's breastplate, Sylvie drew his sword in disgust, turned his wrist in turn, took three steps back, and stood still, quietly watching the thief spurting blood from his chest.

Skak knelt on the ground, his body trembling violently from the destruction of his heart, but the ugly orc still held his head high, and a strange and fanatical smile appeared on his face: "Human chick...... What do you think...... Is this the end? I'll curse you and make you an old enemy of the orc gods...... You can't escape...... ......"

Maybe no one else saw it, but Martin swore he did, and a black light flashed through the eyes of the orc thief and onto Sylvie.

Sylvie didn't notice it, she seemed stunned for a moment, and then accepted it calmly.

In the next second, Silvian replied proudly: "Come on, the guy who is not afraid of death, I will kill as many as I want!" With that, the whole person dodged and rushed forward again, and the dazzling long sword drew a wonderful circle of light because of the nearly 360-degree rotation of the body.

The whirling sword slashed the orc's neck, and the ugly head suddenly rose to the sky.

After killing the thief, Sylvi flicked her sword and shook off the bloodstains. She seemed to see that it was not clean, and wiped the long sword stained with orc blood on the leather armor of the corpse of the creature a few times, and then took out a white hand towel and wiped the blood away before returning the sword to its sheath.

Martin walked over and asked, "Why didn't you hide from that little black light just now?"

"You see?" said Sylvie, surprised.

"Hmm. ”

"......" After a moment of silence, Sylvie smiled: "It seems that our lord is more talented than we thought!"

"Ugh. Martin scratched his head, not knowing what to answer.

Sylvie continued to smile: "Since you have seen it, it proves that you also have the talent to become a Knight of the Holy Grail. I'll tell you, then. This is the curse of the rivalry between the gods of the Kaos world. The struggle for territory between various races is also a war of faith. Mark the opponent's good seedlings with the mark of the old enemy, encourage your strong to kill the old enemy, and give rich rewards. That's how the gods do. ”

"Nemesis...... "Martin muttered.

"Yes, as much as our enemies hate me, our patronus will favor me. This fellow, Skak * Shadow, is apparently the seed of the favor of the orc god, and the god of knights must be happy when he dies. Perhaps, tomorrow you'll see a stronger me. ”

Sylvie is very beautiful, obviously saying ferocious words that put the enemy to death, but there is a kind of violet that seems to bloom on the battlefield, with a noble but heroic beauty.

Martin is a little stupid, but also a little enlightened.

Looking at the soldiers and lords who began to flock up, Martin waved his hand: "Someone, cut off the head of the troll for me, pickle it, and I will send it back to the royal capital to present to Your Majesty." ”

"Wait, young master!" At this time, Knight Kuden, who had returned from his horseback, was shocked: "The orcs should be killed at most, if you humiliate their corpses like this, they will regard you as an old enemy...... Countless orcs, thieves, and strong men will come and try to assassinate you......"

"Rival?" "Rival?" Martin's mouth curled into a confident arc, "Rival is rival! Since we have built a castle in the land that the other party regards as territory! Since there is no possibility of reconciliation between humans and orcs, then I will do it to the extreme! Not only will I cut off its head, but I will also sew the head of the troll into my banner." ”

"This ......"

"Uncle Kouden, thank you for the reminder! But have mercy on a monster that tramples on my land and tries to slaughter my people!

Martin's domineering words immediately received a fanatical response from the soldiers and the lords.

"Long live the Lord!"

"Haha! We, Lorraineburg, have a [Troll Slayer] from now on!"

"Troll Slayer! Troll Slayer—Oooo

The leaders raised their fists and cheered, the spearmen smashed the hilt of the spear into the ground with a thudding sound, and even the knights who rushed back drew their swords and slapped their shields hard!

The morale of the whole Lorrainburg is boiling to the peak!