Martin's agility and strength are definitely at the bottom of this bloody arena. Facing each other head-on, his chances of survival are one in 10,000.

It was precisely because he knew that he had to pick his feet that Martin was so eager to strengthen himself with equipment.

Although he didn't know what the gods were doing on this battlefield, as long as the overall idea followed his vision, Martin was sure to increase his chances of survival to at least forty percent.

The main fort originally had a huge wooden gate, which was made of thirty meters of straight logs, tied with huge iron bars and willow nails. As a result of the Great War, one door now fell outward, and the other fell crookedly in the opening of the main fort.

The black-pressed fortress passage was strewn with bones, and Martin walked on it, the riding boots he had brought from the real world occasionally stepping on broken bones with a crisp, terrifying click.

Originally, Martin wanted to make a torch or something, but unexpectedly the system sprite started again. The originally dim passage is clearly visible to every object under the three-dimensional image that penetrates directly into the eye.

Martin was a little clumsy, still avoiding all the obstacles in the dark.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a burst of good-natured laughter among the gods.

"This is your knight?" Sigma turned to look not far away at him, where there was a projection of a god wrapped in red knight's armor.

"He's not even a knight-in-trainee. Only a neutral and calm voice replied.

"He's a Bakaria. Isn't it?" Sigma laughed.

The god of knights fell silent.

Martin didn't know about the gods, and it should be said that he didn't know it.

He was caught in a dilemma:

If he was going to pursue weapons and equipment, he should go down in the castle and go to the basement.

It's completely conceivable!

Because this is a fortress, for the convenience of fighting, ordinary standard equipment will be placed on the first floor, which will be more convenient for fighting. In fact, along the way, he had seen weapons rooms similar to those used by patrols on duty.

It's a pity that this is the orc's duty room. Even if those five big and three thick weapons are still well preserved, that weight is not used by a weak chicken like Martin. After all, orcs generally prefer to use heavy weapons. The two-handed axe of the human is the color of the one-handed axe level when it comes to the orcs.

Better weapons are usually placed in the cellar. The airy and dry cellars have been a good place to store food and high-quality weapons and equipment throughout the ages.

Another option is to go all the way up to the second or third floor of the fort. There should be a hall where the chief is located.

Orcs are not grasshoppers on a rope in Kaos Continent, and are specifically subdivided into several clans that do not belong to each other. The highest leader of a clan is the Great Chief, and a fortress of this level will generally be led by an ordinary Chief under the Great Chief.

The chieftain is subordinate to the commander of his own clan and the leader of the vassal race commonly known as the little chieftain, which is generally the same rank, but the orc commander who is the dominant race is often half a level older than the little chief, and below is the centurion and the squad leader who is in charge of about ten people.

Martin didn't know what level this castle was, so he thought there should be a chieftain, right?

The problem is that there is only one way up the orc chieftain's hall, and these sturdy guys don't even think about running away. If, while going up to search something, another enemy comes, Martin will be blocked.

What to do?

Hmph!

Gritting his teeth, Martin decided to go up.

The battle was fierce, with the corpses of humans and orcs seen along the way. This deepened Martin's judgment even more...... Isn't it going to be the end of the road?

Both orcs and humans have a tradition of burying their fellow citizens.

Beat so hard, there was not even a corpse, it was very abnormal.

Martin quickened his pace, and as he walked through the slashed hallways into the hall, which looked like a giant opera house, he was shocked by what he saw.

Just take a look at it and you'll know that it's the orcs who are at a disadvantage.

Nearly ninety percent of the corpses in the hall were human.

Martin saw a large pile of crossbowmen's corpses on either side near the gate, but most of their corpses were mutilated, and the corpses that had been cut in half were all piled up in a heap. It was obviously a three-column shooting array, but in the end, it turned into a fan-shaped arrangement of corpses. It is clear that they were slaughtered by a frontal assault after they had formed a firing formation.

You know, in front of them, there are more than three rows of human shield spearmen!

If you look at the arrangement of the corpses, it is not difficult to find that there is only one enemy who killed them from beginning to end. From the traces of the dash, it can be seen that the guy rushed through the shield gun formation from the left, then broke into the crossbow archer team, then broke into the panicked right crossbow archer team, and finally killed back into the infantry group on the right.

This...... This is simply a rush full of energy!

It didn't take much for Martin to find the chief who had opened the matchless. And he died on the throne in the middle of the great hall.

At first glance, the chieftain slumped on a throne made of white bones looked like a troll.

He was slightly shorter than a troll, standing up to about four meters tall. However, his body is more reasonably proportioned and he looks more burly. After the other orcs died, under the erosion of time, only a white skeleton remained, but he was not. A thick skin like the skin of an elephant, still like the skin of a war drum, covered him. This made his fatal wounds clear at a glance.

That's a lot of spears and bolts!

Densely stuck in him, making him look like a porcupine.

Even with such a severe injury, he slew all the enemies who came before he proudly returned to his throne and died quietly.

In his hand was a huge short-handled war hammer that could be used as an anchor for a ship, and the eight angular barbs still stuck to the bones of a human being, even after countless years.

Looking at the big grinning mouth of the orc chief after his death, you can fully imagine how heroic this guy was before his death. In the face of enemies several times his own, he still slaughtered the invading enemies when the guards died, and finally retained his dignity and died of his injuries.

Even in a hostile position, Martin was still infected by this heroic spirit.

The chief's stuff is not something Martin can play. Soon, his gaze fell on the remains of a human knight. That guy was obviously a knight of the upper rank and the highest rank, and it was impossible for ordinary knights to wear such glittering armor.

His stature is also extremely tall, about two meters and one zero, and it is obvious that the NBA before the crossing is also a template for the center's figure. His armor was smashed into a big hole, and the three layers of armor were not a problem. His two-handed greatsword Martin didn't need either, and Martin's gaze fell on his waist, which was a self-defense dagger.

Obviously, this special dagger is what Martin needs.