The unsuspecting troll couldn't see when Gal threw the shot, only a shiny chill rapidly enlarged in his vision.

At the last moment, it reacted beyond human imagination, and of course only had time to close its eyes and lower its head down.

The spear was stabbed, but not critical.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced a little above the right eye, and the troll's thick eyelid and hard frontal bone saved the monster's life. This shot seemed to hit the inexplicably strong city wall, but it was violently bounced away. It only left a bloody streak above the corner of the eye.

It's simply insignificant, and once it's good, it will become the capital for orcs to show off and brag.

In these years, orcs who don't have ten or eight scars on their bodies will be looked down upon by their compatriots.

Martin didn't give the trolls that chance.

He inhaled sharply and made a squat motion like a juggler in mid-air, which was actually to disguise his levitation.

In the next moment, as if to hug his best friend, Martin rushed to the chest of the unsuspecting troll. Most of the troll's vision suddenly changed to a grim Martin.

It's too close, where Martin is, has completely entered the blind spot of troll protection. There's no way a troll can pull that long tomahawk back to his chest. His left hand hung down unconsciously in the fierce movement of bowing his head.

Faced with Martin's sword, the troll instinctively backed away in an attempt to dodge.

Compared to the retreating trolls, of course, Martin's attack speed is faster. Martin was aiming for the troll's throat.

Trolls don't know how to classify themselves as orcs, and there really aren't many things about it that can be called critical. Even in the throat, it is still covered with thick skin. Even if this part of the skin is thinner in other places, it doesn't feel like it's easy to penetrate.

At this moment, Martin had caught a glimpse of Gar's movements with the peripheral eye of his eyes. He didn't hesitate anymore and directly launched his ultimate, which was also his only attack move.

[Natsuhime Eight Cuts]!

As the sword flashed continuously, the screeching sound of metal splitting leather hissed in the empty night sky.

In less than a second, many people saw that a shallow hole had appeared in the troll's throat. What is presented in front of you is no longer a thick skin that cannot be pierced, but a thin skin that accompanies the wriggling of the throat.

Without giving the troll time to react at all, the second shot came. The target was the throat where the flaw was exposed.

This shot flew almost past Martin's right ear, although Martin reserved space for Gal to throw the gun, but Gal calculated the space so accurately, which was also beyond his expectations. After all, if one is not good, the gun will be thrown at Martin's back.

From an assist to a teammate in a minute!

"Poof!" the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh was incomparably clear.

Martin, who was in a state of detachment after using [Natsuhime Eight Slash], dodged the momentum, and at the same time dodged the troll's subconscious left hand swing and shrank downward.

Stabbed, the wound in such a place could be fatal to a human. Not necessarily for a troll with an extremely tenacious vitality.

"Whoa—grunt—" The pained troll turned violently, turning his thicker back to face Martin. The troll, who didn't know that Martin had fallen into a state of detachment, planned to take a few moves with a stronger defensive back.

The troll stretched out the four fingers of his left hand and tried to pull out the spear that had stabbed into his throat, but in his frustration he pushed too hard.

With a "click", the spear snapped in two, leaving the tip and head of about sixty centimeters long in the troll's throat.

This caused a great deal of pain to the trolls.

Across the slope, humans and orcs alike heard the troll's muffled roar of pain.

In a fit of rage, the troll slashed at his throat under his chin several times before pulling out the remaining head of the spear. It was even seen that the gun head also carried a small fragment of a throat.

Green blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and the slightly corrosive blood fell to the ground with a burning sound of "stinging".

The troll gasped, not yet deadly, but still a blow to it. At this moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded in its ears again.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, lamenting that Lady Luck had spared it, the troll's vision immediately saw Martin who was ready to attack again.

"Whew!" the huge axe swung into the air again.

Martin's incomparably nimble and ghostly body allowed him to easily dodge the troll's already twice as slow giant axe sweep.

Rushing near the troll's lower abdomen, Martin 'jumped' again, striking a straight thrust at the troll's throat.

This time, instead of a sword, Martin was holding a standard spear scattered on the ground.

Martin's movements weren't fast, but they were still faster than the troll's swing of the left arm. This time the thrust never missed, nor was it ejected, almost following the wound that had been opened in the first spear throw.

It's just that after breaking through the outer skin, the direction of penetration is changed to a different angle, no longer aimed at the cervical vertebrae, but further up, from the throat into the cerebral marrow.

"Poof!" a cloud of plasma splattered from the wound.

The green mixture of flesh and blood reminded Martin of some kind of vomit that affected the city's appearance.

He didn't want to be sprayed with something corrosive, much like vomit, and a look of disgust flashed through Martin's black eyes.

He dodged again on the spot.

For monsters with extremely strong vitality, it is necessary to always be cautious, because the weak never have a chance to make mistakes, and once they do, they are over.

The monster that had easily shattered the three wooden fences of New Lorraine Fort had turned into a dying body that was constantly spasmodic and convulsing.

Uneasy, Gal rushed up, gripped the handle of the gun hard, and stirred it again, presumably leaving only paste in the troll's skull.

Even if more corrosive plasma splattered out, and several balls of green blood splashed on Gal's body, he didn't relax the strength of his arm because of this, but pushed harder. It wasn't long before Gal finally felt the sensation in his hand that his target was still moving. Only then did he let go of the handle of his spear, which no longer trembled.

Gal smiled honestly at Martin, who was still a little out of strength next to him: "We...... Is this a win?"

"Yes, we won!" Martin looked down the slope and saw that the black orcs had begun to retreat!

He didn't understand it at first, obviously the black orcs still had the strength to fight, why did these guys withdraw?

Suddenly, directly west of the old Lorraineburg, he saw the reflection of the silver armor.

Everything is explained.

It is true that if the Black Orcs continue to attack, they will cause a lot of damage to Lorrainburg. But Lorraine still has the strength to fight, and at least the spearmen can still resist for a long time under the cover of the wooden fence. Coupled with the fact that Martin had just killed the troll, it was just when Lorraineburg's morale was boosting.

If the Black Orcs attacked, before they could take Lorrainburg, the Lorrainburg Cavalry Regiment that had previously cleared the orc cavalry on the northern flank would be killed. When the time comes, all the orcs will have to account for it here.