This unsuspenseful battle was soon over. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the power of nature, any race on the continent can only choose to submit, and the same is true for orcs.

The dug gap in the river widened rapidly as the river washed away, and the raging river quickly submerged the valley and the dense forest outside the valley.

The orcs entrenched outside the valley had to retreat to higher ground, and the encirclement they had established was naturally broken.

Although the flow of water in the gap has gradually decreased as the river level has fallen, the depression has long been filled into a lake, and it is unlikely that the tide will recede for a short time.

The Silver Soul Army relied on its agile skills, except for a few team members who accidentally fell into the river, the other team members were safe, and the team members who fell into the river were also rescued, but they were hit by a boulder in the river and were injured and choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

From a purely military point of view, the campaign was quite successful, with very small losses and an unimaginably large result.

However, the players present could not get excited in any way.

The Northern Army team that lured the orcs away as bait was all killed, and even the corpses that were able to get them back were only four in the end.

Captain Jerry still had a breath when he was rescued, but the ignited fighting spirit had completely destroyed every cell of him, and even magic could not pull him back from the death line.

Burning Dou Qi was originally the last resort of a swordsman, and the price paid for gaining or even surpassing the powerful strength of the rank in a short period of time was death.

Everyone knew what was going on, and they knew what method this group of warriors used to miraculously drag the orcs alive and for nearly forty minutes in this canyon that was only 20 miles deep!

It was their desperate and senseless sacrifice that brought the victory of everyone here and their precious chance to survive.

It's just that Jerry, who carries this heavy kindness that everyone can't repay, doesn't care.

The Imperial soldier's tense face finally smiled after seeing that his allies were all right, and the anxiety between his brows vanished, leaving only a sense of relief and serenity.

He raised a hand as he was dying, and although the movement was not standard, every member of the team clearly recognized that it was an imperial military salute.

"Lizheng! all salute the chief!" Kane gave the order in deep sorrow.

"Smack!"

A crisp and uniform sound resounded under the tranquil night sky.

Jerry's arm fell silently, and he slowly closed his eyes with that relaxed and serene smile.

The Gintama team buried his body and the bodies of three other warriors on a steep cliff several meters high.

They will rest forever in that place where the orcs can't find it, and with them the glory they deserve as the best Imperial soldiers!

"Ahem!ahem!" After the funeral ceremony was simply held, Kane turned to look at the soldiers around him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go!"

The dead are gone, and the living are like this.

Jerry and the others have fulfilled their responsibilities as Imperial soldiers, but the journey of this young team has just begun, and as the Kane, who is currently the highest in terms of rank and prestige in this team, it is the responsibility and obligation to lead them out of their predicament and find a hope.

The night has faded somewhere, the dawn of dawn has fallen silently, and the warm sunlight shines on the water surface and shines with golden waves, stretching into the distance, rippling in the microwave.

Along the carpet woven from this golden water, the Gintamers embark on their new journey.

It took four hours for the puddle to recede, revealing the long-lost land below.

The mud from the river mixed with gravel and gravel to form a knee-high swamp with floating orc corpses, trees broken by the river, and rocks crumbling from the top of the mountain wall.

In the valley where the rapids first emerged, where Jerry's team fought the orcs, more orcs had gathered again.

These clusters of bucktooth orcs are concentrated in the innermost part of the valley, enclosing a rock jutting out of the ground.

On that rock, two corpses of an orc remained.

From the left shoulder to the right waist, it was cut in half, and the huge black axe in his hand was also broken in half, and the blood that flowed out stained the entire rock red, solidifying a thick layer on the rock over time.

His eyes were as dark as his age, staring back at the sky, and the remnants of panic and despair could still be found in his slightly furrowed brow.

For orcs, this is a symbol of cowardice, a disgrace.

However, at this time, none of the orcs dared to step forward to offend this corpse, and they were surprisingly quiet, as if there was an invisible force that suppressed them and made them unstable.

"Da... Da Da..."

After a while, a heavy and powerful footstep came from behind.

With the sound of footsteps from far to near, it was clearly visible that the expressions of each orc showed obvious uneasiness.

The orcs quickly dodged to the left and right, and an unobstructed path appeared in the orc cluster.

Then, a special orc walked along the path towards the central rock.

This orc is not tall, and even among the orcs, his physique is still slightly thin.

It looks less than 1.8 meters tall, and its body is only half the size of an ordinary orc, and the two fangs that are also turned out of their lips are the only difference is that the fangs are thinner, and one of them is broken in half, which looks very weak.

But if anyone really thinks so, that's a stupid idea.

Because of the metallic sheen on the surface of his skin, a phenomenon that can only be created by the careful training of every inch of muscle, on his right shoulder is a dark green beast-shaped pattern, which is the symbol of every orc's desire, strength and honor—the totem bestowed by the shaman.

His arms hanging between his legs each wore a pair of steel claws with a unique shape that were more than two feet long, and the sharp edge was cold in the setting sun.

And the four fangs on the rope that hung with black threads on his chest showed his identity more clearly - the fourth-order powerhouse of the orc clan!

The orc's name was Sado, but most of the orcs couldn't remember his name, only his nickname, bloodthirsty, human blood, and orc blood.

Before the orcs invaded the south, because of the competition for resources, he used that pair of steel claws to overrun hundreds of orcs who dared to come forward to provoke, and after the southern invasion began, he alone tried to destroy an entire town with a human scale of thousands of people!

His prestige was built up by these countless killings!

And the identity of the dead orc lying on the rock in front of him was none other than Sado's brother.

Because of this, even though Sado seemed surprisingly calm at this time, the orcs present understood that the calmer he was, the more intense the storm hidden behind him.

Finally.

Sado walked up to the rock, and he stood quietly beside it for two minutes, as if he had been petrified by the legendary Medusa.

Then, he reached out and put the two bodies together on the rock.

And then...

"Poof!"

Without warning, with a pop, the head of an orc next to him flew high, and the blood spurted out was extremely dazzling under the sunset, and it had a strange smell.

Many of the orcs hurried back in fear.

The falling head was caught by Sado, who dragged the dead orc by the hair and carried it in front of him, and then a standard Roland imperial Chinese voice sounded from his open ugly mouth.

"Humanity!