Another faint green light, this arrow actually pierced directly through the rectangular shield in the hand of the orc at the head. To be precise, it passed through the gap made of several planks, pierced the unfortunate man's neck, and then shot into the eye socket of an orc directly behind him with a splash of blood.

Kill two birds with one stone!

The only one who can do this in the dark is the legendary Wood Elf marksman!

The surrounding orcs, their loud roars of encouragement and self-encouragement, instead became a clarion call for life.

Almost in a flash, more than half of the orcs fell silently, dying in the land that was supposed to be theirs.

For a moment, Gratt almost thought he had fallen into a huge trap that humans had carefully designed for him.

It's a pity, in fact, he thinks too much.

Martin simply thought it was too wasteful to have Wood Elf Shooters on frontal combat. As long as the orc charges along the route he has set, then this kind of near-fixed target attack, a marksman will definitely not be more lethal than 10 peasant archers.

Instead, it is placed in the rear to prevent disturbances, which will maximize the power of the Wood Elves.

After three rounds of arrows, the wood elves on the city wall, who had been cowering behind the battlements, straightened up. Someone leaned out of the city walls for a better angle of shooting.

To Grat, these wood elves were simply the Grim Reaper - every time these leaf-clad elves raised their longbows, at least one of the orcs who kept the assault on them hung up.

His more than 100 orcs are simply not enough for this group of elves to kill.

Later, there was even a terrifying image of an orc being shot in the throat with three arrows at the same time.

All orcs are finished except him.

Grat's death was spared simply because he was equipped with full-body armor and gritted his teeth and carried a larger orc on his back as a shield.

Unable to care about anything anymore, he carried the corpse of his compatriot's flesh shield, turned around and ran.

"Dang!" another arrow screeched, almost hitting the gap between his helmet and armor under his left cheek. Thankfully, he reacted quickly and turned his head to dodge the arrow.

The distance grew farther and farther away, and he ran with all his might, and after a while, he could no longer hear the sound of arrows inserting into the meat shield behind him.

"I've finally got a life!" Gratt sighed before he realized that his good use had run out.

Not far ahead, a heroic female knight rode a white horse in front of him.

"Humph!" Gratt turned his head to look at the wall behind him that had killed all of his men, and when he looked back at the female knight, he caught a glimpse of the slender sword at the female knight's waist.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he threw away the body behind him, which was already like a porcupine, and also threw away the shield with several arrows in his left hand and the big axe in his right hand, and slowly pulled out the steel knife at his waist.

"He's a good opponent. The knight kicked her legs, and the whole person fell to the ground, and she also drew her sword: "I am Sylvie Grants of Lorrainburg!"

"Grat* Steeltooth ......" hesitated for a moment, and he finally reported: "Centurion!"

"I've seen you outside New Lorraine!" Sylvie said lightly.

"That's better!"

All tongues are saved.

Talking about a fateful duel, Glatt knew that if he went back like this, he would definitely be executed in a disgraceful manner by his own chieftain.

A Grail Knight's head can dilute all defeats.

Glatt pointed a strangely shaped steel knife at Sylvie. The head of the knife is strange, like a drop of water, the tip is pointed at the enemy, and the side of the arc at the back protrudes to make the knife more like a movable wrench.

He pointed at Sylvie's knife and the tip of her knife trembled. Because he found out why this woman dared to deal with him alone.

"Geush is on top, she's a bloody fighter......"

Before this bloody tournament, the format was heads-up. How strong should a female knight be to survive multiple consecutive heads-up fights?

Glatt didn't dare to imagine.

He was strong, but his form was too bad, and two consecutive defeats made a gap in his already strong mind.

The opponent is in full bloom.

You don't have to fight him, you know that this battle is more than lucky.

He didn't give up.

"Orcs don't have cowards!" Yelling, Gratt rushed forward.

It was the simplest diagonal slash, aimed at the opponent's right shoulder, all the way to the left abdomen.

A simple move that has no aesthetic appeal.

It is simple, and it is after thousands of times of tempering that we have unconsciously made it simple, and it is clumsy and clumsy!

That speed, that power, that momentum!

Sylvie frowned: Sure enough, it's a good opponent!

"It's just...... You're hesitating!"

A master has made a move, and the smallest flaw can also see life and death.

Sylvie was so bold that she did a gorgeous front flip in front of the blade of the steel knife, in the gap that should have been inadmissible.

If Glat's sword set off a storm, then the sword stabbed by Sylvie's somersault is the sun that breaks through the storm.

It was a trance-like delusion.

Glatt saw that the storm he had set off had subsided in less than half a second, and a dazzling red sun was suddenly leaping out of the center of the world.

All his attacks seemed to subside in an instant, because the opponent's sword light was like a ray of sunlight piercing the dark clouds and storms, easily focusing on his throat.

All the offensive, all the ferocity, vanished in this light.

His throat cracked, and a bloody hole appeared in his throat that would dreads anyone at the sight.

He's dead.

"I'm so unwilling......" Before the world became completely dark and drowsy, he heard a voice.

"Are you resentful, are you angry, are you unwilling?" the voice was extremely deep, with a wild and violent atmosphere. Just hearing this voice made me feel like I had returned to the primitive era when orcs dominated the world.

"Of course!" Gratt was unequivocal!

"Well, I'll give you a choice, enter the cycle of revenge! But from this moment on, your soul will never rest until you kill your enemy once and for all, or your enemy will burn your soul again......"

"I—will!" Gratt swore heavily.

To the outside world, Sylvie was a little happy that she had eliminated a powerful orc on behalf of the Red Knight. But when she saw that Grat's corpse turned into a thick pool of black water and was slowly absorbed by the earth, she was not good.

At this moment, in the fortress near Ggent, Martin was receiving a special visitor.

"I'm glad you're here. ”

"Of course I'm coming. My friend!"

"What do you think of my proposal?"

"I didn't count it, but after seeing these two artworks. Hey, hey, deal!"