"Wow!"

"What the hell!?"

"That's amazing, is our lord really human?"

"Whatever! The Knight of the Grail or something, it's not human. ”

"Yes, we just have to cheer!"

"Hero—"

The scene of the giant being killed shocked everyone on the entire plateau.

That's right, a giant who is ten stories tall was directly beheaded, this kind of earth-shattering thing, it is impossible to ignore it.

Even passing through the line of fire of the blazing tortoiseshell chariot, the orc army in the Chinese army could clearly see that after a flash of the huge golden sword, the giant's huge head flew into the sky.

It swirled and swirled, pouring hot and muddy blood with great beauty. The giant, which weighed on the hearts of the human soldiers like a great mountain, fell with a bang.

Very mysteriously, when the giant fell again, he still knelt down in front of the golden-armored man with his hands on his chest.

It's a very epic scene.

The last time something like this happened was a thousand years ago, when humans and orcs fought an all-out war.

The one who achieved this feat has long been enshrined in the Knights' Church, and has become an existence that is admired and worshiped by thousands of descendants.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers of Bakaria had the privilege of witnessing it and being a part of this new legend.

Even when they are old, they can proudly boast to their children and grandchildren: "I was a member of the crusade against the orc city of Gynt with the superhero and [giant killer] Martin Lorraine." See that huge skull hanging from the gates of Lorrainburg? That's the Giant's Skull!"

The excitement and ecstasy in my heart are simply incomprehensible.

On the human side, the morale that seems to have reached the peak is like the most brilliant soprano singer, who has obviously reached the peak, but it is like the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

Momentum, rising again and again.

At this moment, even the most ordinary Baccaria pikemen feel like they are facing a champion knight who has been trained for ten years and has extremely skilled combat skills.

What made the great chief of the Skull-splitting clan, Bubol Colorskul, even more desperate, was that as if it was for the sake of this point in time, two teams of silver-armored Bakaria knights in silver armor climbed up the high slope at this time and came to the two wings of this plateau battlefield.

In peacetime, Bubol would definitely order his men to launch a counter-charge, not giving these knights the opportunity to regroup on the edge of the plateau and charge.

Charging takes distance, but it also takes time.

As long as the orcs can hedge against the knight's horses before they can increase their speed, Bubol is eighty percent sure that all these hateful creatures will jump off the mountain.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

The death of a ten-story giant in battle was the biggest blow to the orcs' morale.

The orcs have complained countless times about why their clan has such a big foodie. He didn't think about working or hunting. The orcs had to equip it with a hunting party of 300 elite hunters for a long time to satisfy this grumpy stomach.

However, when it came to the battlefield, when the army of orcs could not advance an inch in front of the iron chariot formation of humans, it was the giants who opened the way to victory for them.

If it weren't for this giant, perhaps they would have had to fill a slope dozens of meters in front of the chariot with their own corpses.

The orcs, who had high hopes, fell like this.

This is undoubtedly a collapse of faith for orcs.

There is no need to disturb the formation of the orcs at all, and the inferiority of the Chaos camp is fully revealed at this moment. They themselves are in a swarm.

No matter how much Bubol shouted and slaughtered the deserters, he could not organize the rout of the army.

Escape?

Where can they flee to?

Their nest of 100 years has been destroyed. It is entirely conceivable that humans will be in a desperate hunt for all orcs in this mountainous area.

The earth roared, the sound of the hooves of a human knight's warhorse.

There is nothing more likely to be the prey of a human cavalry than a fleeing prey.

How can two legs run over four legs!

Hundreds of years of grudges made the second half of the battle a one-sided slaughter.

With no surrender and no resistance, the human knights even abandoned their expensive disposable spears and used their huge broad-edged swords to chop one ugly green head after another.

"Woo woo!" came the sound of a horn in the distance to the west.

"It's our trumpet!" Trist's lieutenant shouted in surprise.

Tristrama stopped and looked into the distance, only to see several battle flags of different hues appear on the horizon in the direction of Ggent: "This is the combined forces of the Baden Forest, Ernès and Ryuks!?haha! It's perfect! Brothers, slaughter these green skins!"

I don't know how Martin got in touch, but at this time, everyone only knows that the orcs are finished.

Originally, it was just the power of one city, plus two kingdom knights to attack Ggent, and everyone felt reluctant. After all, in history, Bakaria has waged more than one great war against Ggent, but each time it has been ruined in logistics.

Who knows, Martin actually won one victory after another, and in an unbelievable way, built the fortress under the noses of the orcs, exhausting the last mobile forces of the orcs.

Originally, King Keane still thought that after the autumn harvest, he would bring a large army to the town to help Martin fight a decisive battle.

Who knows, the decisive battle took place in advance. And when Martin slays the giant, it all falls into place.

At this moment, Bubol was devastated.

If those idiots still know how to fight and kill in one direction, maybe they can still kill a way out.

But those idiots actually rushed forward 50 meters, turned 90 degrees to the left and rushed again, turned 90 degrees to the left, and continued to rush, well, back to the original place, and met the human cavalry who spread their hooves and rushed over.

Countless orc warriors, like wheat cut in the autumn fields, died senselessly.

The last elite of the Skullsplitting Clan came to an end on this battlefield.

"Hahaha!hahaha

The battle axe, which weighed more than 100 pounds, was danced vigorously in the hands of this little giant-like orc chief.

One, two...... Ten, at first, a few knights who boasted of their bravery rushed forward, and were directly split in half by Bubol's men and horses. Later, the knights of the five Golden Horse Knights killed them from five directions, but Bubol was pierced by two cavalry spears in his body, and a very shocking 360 roundabout split the waists of the five knights along with the five horses' heads.

Suddenly, a human swordsman with white hair as white as snow came in front of Bubol.