An Assassin who came openly.

Perhaps in the eyes of humans, this is a joke.

But in Sylvie's eyes, this brownish-red-skinned guy wasn't funny at all.

Under the black hood, there is a very typical orc face, rough and violent, full of fleshy pimples - on the cheeks, there are three small curved teeth that have been pierced by themselves, about three centimeters long, and the scratches caused by the three beast claws on the right side of the face are clearly visible.

He was extremely heroic and did not wear a cuirass, and only two belts were tied in an X-shape on his chest to facilitate the fixation of shoulder armor.

The orc's hands played with two very short crescent-shaped claw knives. The short knife, which resembled the claws of a ferocious beast, was visibly poisoned, and an ugly dark green slurry was simply applied to the blade.

Obviously, with just one stab, this poison associated with a curse could easily kill a knight.

The most striking thing about his whole body was his belt, which had several small skulls on it, and this was what made Sylvie's eyes crack. Because of that size, it could only be the skull of a human child.

"Brute, give you a chance to give your name, I'm going to kill you, and nail your name to the pillar of shame. ”

"I'm Skak* Shadow, what about you, human woman!" the orc Skak licked the blade with his tongue pleasantly, and for a moment, Sylvie wished the creature had been poisoned by his own poison.

She was disappointed, the poison was apparently part of his body, his saliva, or his blood.

Holding back her anger, Sylvie snapped, "Holy Grail Knight Sylvie Grants!"

With a sword flower lightly, Sylvi gave up on the troll and killed the guy who was likely to be an orc thief.

For a while, the two fought in a ball of ping-pong.

"Go on! Hodo!" the Black Orc leader ordered.

So, the troll continued to step forward with his heavy steps.

Thirty seconds later, the second wooden fence dissolves to slag and does not exist. The Black Orc troops formed a formation similar to a skirmish line and began to follow the trolls.

"The pikemen retreated to the seventh line of defense. Trebuchet, hit me the black orcs in the back. ”

After giving the order, the events around him could no longer attract Martin's attention, and all his attention was on the troll.

This monster will not die for a moment, and the shadow of the destruction of Lorraine Fort will be like Mount Tai pressing on the top, pressing on the hearts of more than 1,000 people in the fort, to see when it will break through the bottom line of everyone's psychological endurance, and finally, it will be the desperate collapse!

"Ahhh As one of the remaining commanders, he was not lacking in courage or skill.

However, there are too many tragic examples of courage and wisdom in this world that still cannot succeed.

In the face of the troll's terrifying giant axe sweeping to the ground, he simply couldn't retreat that large attack range in time. He struggled to jump upwards, but trolls weren't completely unintelligent creatures.

With just a little lifting of the crude giant tomahawk, the apprentice knight, whose name he didn't even remember Martin, was like a flying ball, and was directly knocked dozens of meters into the river beach next to the slope. Seeing that he never got up again, his whole body took on an extremely unnatural wavy posture.

I don't know what happened to his bones and internal organs.

The shadow of death once again loomed over Neulorinburg.

At this time, Gal picked up a spear and silently walked down the slope.

"Wait!" Martin abruptly tossed Gal a clear spear.

"It's ......"

"I had the best blacksmith in the castle build it for you overnight. ”

"Thanks, young master...... But, young master, what are you doing down here?" Gal and everyone else suddenly noticed that Martin had also gone down the slope.

"You're agile, but you're not enough!" Martin said with great certainty.

"Young master, your strength ......" Gal wanted to say, Martin, you rookie, don't come to participate.

However, he saw a divine glow in Martin's face.

He had seen this brilliance once, and that was in the last battle of the old Duke of Lorraine.

At this moment, everyone understood what Martin meant.

Martin's clear voice echoed in the night sky: "If Heaven is destined to destroy Lorraine Castle, and all the people here are destined to die tonight, at least let me, the young lord, die before the people." ”

He calmly drew the sword in his hand, a relic that his father had left him.

This sword, called the [Pioneer Sword], has long since lost its sharpness, and there are many gaps in the blade, making it difficult for it to hack down any thick-skinned orcs, let alone foul-level monsters like trolls.

The only thing that is still lethal is the tip of the sword.

"My agility is higher than yours, so I'll go first later!"

Gal instinctively tried to argue against the plan, but when he thought of Martin's first day in Lorraineburg, where he had single-handedly taken the goblin's arrow, he suddenly had confidence again.

"Good!"

A master and a servant, as if walking leisurely, walked unhurriedly.

The troll, having destroyed the third wooden fence, stopped moving forward, and watched the big man in the other party's richly dressed face come down with the eyes of a fool.

Orcs don't understand the human military system, they only understand that the brighter the armor, the more valuable it is to kill.

"Oooh!" the troll screamed excitedly at the sight of the glamorous Martin.

"Human Head...... Collect ......" This troll actually speaks the most terrible human lingua franca.

A confident smile tugged at the corner of Martin's mouth: "You want my head? Okay, let's hurt each other!"

After that, Martin just carried a so-called sword that was completely blunt except for the tip of the sword, and killed it with no return.

"Ahh The women didn't even dare to look at it. I was afraid that this young lord, who had gained the approval of almost all the people in the castle in just a few days, would die on the spot.

Before Martin, he was a second ancestor who was not even a knight's apprentice!

It's still exactly the same sweep, and even the angle hasn't changed.

However, many times the world is like this, and one force will drop ten.

If you can't even get the first move, then any skill, what pace, is just a joke.

No one would have expected that in the next moment, Martin's whole person seemed to fly, jumping out of a height of at least two meters.

Although he jumped from the height of the slope, that height was too high, right?

Shrunken up, just dodging the huge tree trunk, and then his toes seemed to tap on the trunk, and Martin jumped on the troll's wrist in the next moment......

This is...... What's going on!?