Everyone knows that the skull-splitting orcs are finished.

In this kind of win-winning situation, how much credit to grab depends on each person's ability.

This burly and decorated Great Chief is undoubtedly the pearl second only to Ggent City in this battle.

There is no doubt that Martin was the first to take the lead in this battle, but every Bakarian wants to take the glory of killing the Great Orc Chieftain in their pockets.

Someone tried, but unfortunately the strength was not good and died.

The rest of the people were already a little hesitant, and it would be a bit worthless to lose their lives in such a win-winning situation.

It's a pity that among the orcs whose status is determined by bravery, the Great Chief is naturally the first warrior of the clan.

The one who just rushed up, which one is not a champion knight in one city and one place?

was still slashed one by one by the great chief's unfettered swift counterattack.

Just when someone was discouraged and ready to organize the next round of siege, Tieno appeared.

White hair fluttering, fluttering like a fairy.

At this time, everyone realized that this human swordsman, who had been fighting on the front line, had never been stained with a drop of blood in his white robe from the beginning to the end. However, his sword, his boots, were already scarlet.

This is Tieno's filial piety, and it is his sacrificial lover and his revenge battle for his loved ones.

In such a fierce battle, he tried his best not to stain himself with blood, because that blood was not qualified!

On the high slope, the golden figure who had dominated the entire battle continued to stand proudly with his hands on his chest, smiling and quietly watching Tie Nuo step towards the stage of the duel. Beside him was Garl, who had pulled out the [Piercing Death Thorn Lance] again, and Sylvie, who was standing next to him.

They watched Tino quietly.

Because, this is what Martin promised him - a battle for revenge!

"Orc Chief Bubol Colorskull, have you ever imagined that you will have this day? I, Tieno—for the hatred that I have never forgotten!" Tieno pointed the blade of his sword at Bubol.

Bubol, who was already wounded, spat a mouthful of bloody sputum, his face full of indifference, he used the unskilled human lingua franca, and grinned: "This world is very big, there are too few places for the tribesmen to live, I just regret that I didn't let those little cubs go down the mountain more and slaughter you weak humans." ”

Xiao Xiong......

No regrets –

There is no weakness, and there is no begging for mercy!

Bubol Colorskull, as the last warrior of the clan, calmly accepted his fate.

It's just that no beast will be caught.

Orcs will always have a ferocity that humans do not have.

Without another word, Bubol roared and rushed towards the white-haired swordsman with heavy steps.

At this moment, Tienuo's heart is like stopping water.

The hatred of the past, like a fast shot, flashed in his mind.

There is sadness, tears, and indelible hatred.

Tears suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The tears didn't blind his eyes.

just filtered out all the other things in the world, leaving only Bubol, who personally led the team to destroy his hometown and killed his parents, brothers, and lover who was pregnant with a child.

The sword, very steady.

That's a death trajectory that has been practiced countless times and has been practiced countless times.

The scarlet blade, like the most brilliant meteor, slashed through the void and reached the desired end at a faster speed than Bubol.

The figures of the two are separated at the touch of a button.

By the time everyone around him reacted, Tieno had already lost his bayonet and stood five meters behind Bubol with empty hands.

"Ahem, woo...... "......Splitting the throat of the great chief of the skull clan, there is an extra sword."

Pierced from the throat and pierced directly through his cervical vertebrae.

With all his strength, he pulled out Tieno's bayonet sword fiercely. Murky blood spurted out of the throat. He seemed to want to speak, but the overflowing blood had begun to flood his alveoli.

He clutched his left hand to his throat, letting the blood squeeze out between his fingers, and in his right hand he held his axe and slowly approached Tieno.

He raised his axe with all his might, trying to deliver the final blow to the human who had killed him.

One-step, two-step, three-step...... The stumbling pace finally came to an abrupt end in the third step.

The last warrior of the Orc Skull Clan, Bubol Colorskull, - Killed in battle!

"Oooo

"Victory!"

"To hell with the damn Ggent!"

"Hahaha! We have done a great thing that has not been completed for a thousand years-"

The old knights, led by Kuden, took off their helmets, and tears flowed from their vicissitudes of life.

How many generations.

Beginning with Grandpa's Grandpa, the whole of Bakaria was overflowing with the horror of orc raids on villages and towns. The brave knight has nothing to do with these inexhaustible greenskins.

Successive kings organized siege after siege, each time ending with the tears of widows and orphans.

Who would have thought that in his own generation, he would accomplish this great cause.

Can they not cry?

Can you not dare to move?

Someone is crying!

Someone is laughing!

Some people are crying and laughing!

This battle is destined to become an epic that has been praised by poets for eternity.

And in the epic, the name of Martin Lorraine will definitely be guarded.

When the ecstasy of the soldiers passed, everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to the most brilliant figure on the high slope - Count Martin Lorraine.

He is the benchmark of the new era and the greatest hero who walks on the earth.

"Long live Count Martin Lorraine!"

"Long live Lorraine!"

"Long live Bakaria—"

The fierce cheers resounded throughout the bloody plateau, like a tsunami mountain roaring, which could not be stopped for a long time.

The soldiers held aloft their swords, their guns, and the hideous and terrifying orc heads in their hands to extend their highest greetings to the legendary hero who launched the great war of extermination.

Sylvie covered her mouth, tears already streaming down her beautiful face.

She stared at Martin in a daze, at her fifteen-year-old lover.

I thought it would be a heavy bondage, an unshirkable obligation from the Grandz family. I didn't expect that one day, I would take Martin as my greatest glory.

Sensing the gaze of his own woman, Martin smiled and put his arms around Sylvie's waist in front of thousands of soldiers. There was a crisp sound when the breastplates of the two men collided.

Martin didn't care and kissed him fiercely.

"Ahhh

"Hahaha!"

"Miss Grandz, you're here. ”

The soldiers were coaxing.

On the highest tower of the [Bloodletter], a beautiful female figure dressed in a maid's costume lowered the monocular in her hand.

She should have hated the gold-armored man, but for some reason, when she saw Martin kissing Sylvie, she suddenly realized that she was envious of Sylvie.

"This ...... Is it fate?"