I'll go!

Is there such an animal?

That's a catapult's stone egg! Not a!

Although it wasn't the kind of catapult with a large cantilever that hit the troll just now, it was a relatively simple winch-type catapult, but being hit by such a big stone would make even the city wall a hole, right?

Martin suddenly understood why this thing had no armor on it. In front of the troll's thick, tough skin, the bow and arrow didn't even count as an itch.

The troll swung the giant stone axe made of tree trunks in its hand, and swept the dirt away with fire with a sweep that touched the ground.

Humanity has turned the earth into purgatory, and it just smashes the earth.

The four- or five-meter-long giant axe swept back and forth, and he swept out a blazing road that no longer had flames.

"Oooo

The whole of Lorrainburg couldn't see through it.

If you are killed by a monster like that, everyone will surely die, right?

Martin noticed that more than two dozen spears sticking out from behind the first wooden fence shook violently.

The psychological endurance of the spearmen is about to reach its limit.

"Gal!" Martin snapped, and Galton knew what he had to do.

Taking five steps back, one accelerated and ran and, with all his strength, shot a standard pikeman's spear at the head.

"Medium, must be successful!" Martin clenched his fists with nervousness.

There were nearly a thousand people in the whole of Lorraineburg, how they wished that Gal could shoot that troll with one shot.

People will never hesitate to praise heroes.

Troll Slayer? Sounds lofty!

If only this troll were one of those slow-moving, low-IQ creatures. No matter how big it is, it's just a target.

It's a pity it's not.

Instead of trying to dodge or catch Garl's spear, the troll raised his left arm high, elbows to the air, and then lowered his arm to shield his face and throat with his thick left arm.

"Whew-" The loud and crisp sound of entering the flesh, even if there is the interference of the "crackling" sound of the fire that has not been extinguished, it can still be easily heard from a distance of 100 meters.

The spear struck the troll's throat with incredible accuracy, but it was the troll's forearm.

"Roar!" the troll's roar sounded like it wasn't even painful, it was like a human being bitten by a mosquito.

"Gunners obey orders!Retreat to the third line of defense!" As a last resort, Martin gave the order to retreat. As for whether the spearmen could still fight after retreating, or whether they would break up, I didn't care.

At least to stay on the front line for now is to deliver food.

For example, the spearmen who had been amnestied were neatly withdrawn.

A minute later, the nearly 1,000 people in Lorraine were presented with the tragic end of the wooden fence.

The giant battle axe made of the trunk of the tree was rounded by the troll, and even without a telescope, the troll's raised arm could be clearly seen, and the muscles were stretched to the extreme.

In the next second, it was the irresistible brute force of Mount Tai that deduced the most violent sense of terror.

"Bang!" After a dull crash, the wooden fence, which was regarded as a barrier and security guarantee by the entire Lorrainburgers, was completely torn apart in an instant.

"O sages! that's the birch of Bakaria!" Martin heard the carpenter's wail!

So what?

The hardwoods, which would have been enough to be used as pillars for the house, broke and exploded, turning into fragments in the sky, and shooting into the slope in a conical shape.

In the blink of an eye, the entire first line of defense was in ruins.

Every spearman was swallowing, and they were probably thinking the same thing - if Martin had just given the death order to keep them behind the first wooden fence, then before the massive monster had to crush them to death, half of them would have to die in the sputter of the slag first.

However, how long does it take to get a refund?

Seven wooden fences are the work of this monster seven times.

The teeth of each spearman were chattering as if under some unimaginable weight. Every muscle of the soldiers trembled, and their bones seemed to fall apart at any moment.

How else is this fighting!?

The whole of Lorrainburg, including Martin, was a little desperate.

At this time, an unexpected figure roared past Martin like a brilliant streamer.

For a moment, Martin almost wondered if a cannonball was flying past him.

His 18k kryptonite dog eyes are almost blind.

It's Sylvie!?

It was only with great reluctance that he could see a flaming purple glow lingering around Sylvie as she was advancing at super-high speed.

Was it a miracle?

In just a few ups and downs, Sylvie was already standing in the gap in the fence that had been blasted by the trolls.

Then everyone saw that when Sylvie's ordinary iron sword was pulled out of its scabbard, countless lines of purple light shot out from inside. On the long sword, which had been polished very brightly, it seemed that a layer of hazy rust was falling off piece by piece, revealing a more slender and slender long sword inside.

The sword was three and a half feet long, and the originally plain gauntlet seemed to have a ball of liquid metal unfolding, and after a second, the gauntlet transformed into a pair of open wings, and the purple violet flower emblem added to it, and the whole sword was like a rainbow full of dreamy atmosphere.

Even as a time-traveler with a big enough brain, Martin still doesn't know why there is a purple holy light?

I vaguely heard someone exclaiming, "Knight of the Holy Grail?"

As soon as the man screamed, Martin suddenly remembered. It is a legend that is too old in the kingdom of Bakaria, although Bakaria is founded on a chivalrous way, and there is no King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, but the legend has a powerful knight with a supernatural imagination.

That's the Knight of the Holy Grail!

In the Chaos Age, a thousand years ago, when only extraordinary power could protect his homeland, even in his heyday, Bakaria had only three teams of Holy Grail Knights, each with a measly small number of 24 horsemen.

Thousands of years have passed, and because of the war, the cultivation method of the Holy Grail Knight has long been lost.

Unexpectedly, I had the privilege of witnessing the reappearance of the Holy Grail Knight today.

And she was only a 14-year-old girl.

"Monsters, your opponent is my Sylvie......" Sylvie raised her sword and pointed it at the troll's eyebrows.

It was supposed to be a very legendary scene, but suddenly, a black arrow rushed out from the orc's side.

In the flash of lightning, Sylvie slashed her sword horizontally, shrunk slightly, and then stabbed out with lightning.

"Bang!"

At this time, Sylvie, who had already changed positions, saw that there was an orc in front of her who was completely different from ordinary orcs.

"Hey, hey, human woman...... I can't wait to taste what your intestines taste like......"