Screams and footsteps play a concerto of sworn death, played under the quiet night sky, and the dense trees, stones and weeds that crisscross the ground form a unique dance floor, and the performers, the Gintama Legion, are doing their best to perform this dance, and there is only one end to the wrong beat - death!

When they first entered the dense forest and encountered the first wave of enemies, this team of sharp swordsmen did not hesitate to crush the enemy, and they did not know that this was just the beginning of the performance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was followed by more and more frequent encounters, from encountering an enemy in more than ten minutes to colliding with two orcs in quick succession within three minutes, and from a small group of orcs of a dozen or so to a medium-sized team of dozens, hundreds, or even hundreds.

By the time this group of young people realized that the situation was wrong, the initiative of the war had unknowingly passed into the hands of the orcs, and at this time, the identities of the hunter and the prey were completely reversed.

Although Jason easily persuaded this group of young people who were already exhausted and had the intention of quitting as soon as he realized that the situation was not good, it was too late.

Countless orcs emerged from various locations in the forest, like hunting dogs with sensitive noses, sniffing the scent of the young people and chasing after them.

No matter which direction they go, they will always run into groups of orcs in front of them, and before they can finish the battle, more and more orcs will join the battle circle and force them to retreat.

After being forced back several times in a row, the group of young people finally panicked.

They looked around in fear and helplessness, and no one knew what to do next, if Jason hadn't resisted the pressure and quickly discerned the situation and led them to retreat, they might have been besieged by the orcs.

It's just that in this case, no matter how good a commander is, it's just a matter of frying water, and even if Jason is already very good, he can only prolong the escape time of this team.

It's like a raft adrift in the ocean, precarious, and with the death of the first team member, the raft begins to disintegrate.

It was a female swordsman from the Scout Legion, and a mental breakdown caused her to lose the Scout's most important insight, and she accidentally stepped on the fragile branch while jumping onto a treetop, falling into the mud below.

Before she could get back to her feet, the orcs who were just a stone's throw away from her swarmed her.

Before a few swordsmen who tried to help rushed over, they were horrified to see this beautiful female swordsman being torn apart by a group of orcs!

The horrific spectacle of musculoskeletal tearing and breaking and then spilling blood on the night sky with blood mixed with internal organs stunned all the swordsmen present and made them feel creepy.

And when they saw a few orcs directly lift a part of the female swordsman's corpse and put it in their mouths to chew on it, the team completely collapsed!

They no longer follow Jason's orders, no longer maintain a basic formation, and there is only one word in their heads - escape!

Get out of this forest, get away from here, and escape to a place where there are no orcs, not even people!

Except for a small number of swordsmen who could still barely stay awake and get together with Jason to break off, the rest of the team members fell into complete madness.

There is only one result of not obeying the commander's orders on the battlefield, and the dense spear rolls with a whirling sound that tears the air and knocks down the swordsmen within the range of a single shot from the air, and what awaits them is the same ending as the female swordsman before.

In just a few moments, more than twenty swordsmen were slaughtered, including even a gold-level captain!

"Damn it, don't mess up, don't mess up, everyone, steady, steady!" Jason slashed at the enemy in front of him, screaming hysterically, facing four or five enemies surrounding him, at this time, how he wished that there was a companion next to him who could support each other to resist this wave of pressure and buy time for the retreating companions behind.

However, the vast majority of the swordsmen were frantically fleeing for their lives, and the few companions who tried to resist were also fighting separately due to the collapse of the formation, and in the face of more and more enemies, Jason had no choice but to retreat to the side.

And as he retreated, the orc, who had torn open the defensive circle, quickly caught up with his fleeing companion in front of him, threw out the spear javelin on his back, and threw the short axe in his hand, and the three companions fell to the ground.

And at this time, the swordsmen finally got together again.

It's not that they realize the truth that an arrow is easy to break and a lonely palm is hard to roar, it's just that in the face of enemies surrounding them from all directions, they have no way to retreat.

"What should we do?"

"Who's going to save us!"

Similar voices rang out in everyone's mouths, and they looked left and right in panic, but there were no other orcs or orcs in sight.

Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, this was also the question he wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't ask, if he also lost his cool, then the team was really finished!

Gritting his teeth, Jason opened his eyes, and said with a sword: "Column triangle attack formation, northeast corner, break through!"

At this time, no one cared who gave the order, all they needed was a voice, a direction.

So even though they had no intention of fighting at this time, Jason's orders were still quickly implemented, and the rigorous training on weekdays allowed them to quickly list a triangular attack formation.

"Stay in formation and break through!"

With an order, Jason took the lead in rushing towards the enemy in front, the long sword slashed from the bottom to the top, and a crescent-shaped golden fighting qi roared forward, and with a 'poof', the head of an orc in front of him was slashed.

Then he leaped to the ground, just in time for the corpse of the fallen orc, and then leaped into the air with the force of his strength, holding the sword in both hands until it was thrust into the dense orc below.

Before he could hit the ground, a flame erupted from between the swords, and an invisible pressure overwhelmed the orcs below who were ready to work at ease, watching his long sword fall.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, centered on Jason's landing point, the sword qi formed by six intense flames exploded in all directions, and the flame sword qi that radiated three meters away instantly devoured more than ten orcs around and ignited the trees next to them.

Although the loss of a large amount of fighting energy and the use of family heirloom combat skills made Jason feel that every muscle and vein were in severe pain, the precarious status quo did not leave him time to breathe at all.

Suppressing the pain all over his body, Jason swung his long sword again, stabbed straight ahead, and in a short moment, Shengsheng used his strength to kill a bloody path.

Despite this, in the midst of this siege, individual prowess has always been limited.

His sacrifice of life and death in exchange for only leading the team to fight a few hundred meters, and the countless orcs entrenched in the group surrounded the team again.

When the breath he was holding exploded in his chest as the attack was blocked, he lost control of his body for a moment.

In just a few moments, an exceptionally sturdy orc rushed in front of him in three or two steps, and swung the giant axe in his hand that was a man tall and slashed at him head!

As if tearing through the air, there were bursts of explosions in the air, and Jason stared at the oncoming giant axe...

"Poof!"

At the nick of time, a long sword pierced through the night, stabbed from the left rear, pierced the orc's throat, and quickly shoved Jason, allowing him to avoid the killer blow.

"Hey, mad boy, don't hang up here!" a flirtatious chuckle came from the side.

As soon as Jason raised his head, he saw a green face, it was Andrew, who had clashed with him earlier, he was also scared at the moment, and even his voice was still a little trembling, but he tried his best to maintain a smile on his face.

After a pause, he sneered at Jason as he reached out to Jason, "Aren't they just some ugly green-skinned monsters?

For no reason, Jason's heart suddenly relaxed, stretched out his hand to shake it with him, and at the same time replied without giving in: "Just take care of yourself, don't pull me back!"

"Oops, I think you're about to beat these idiots to death, and your mouth is so hard. Andrew didn't know how to be humble at all: "If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been... uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

In Jason's stiff smile and narrowed pupils, a spear silently sank into Andrew's body, and with a 'poof', half of the spear protruded from his chest.

"No !!"

The terrible roar was quickly drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and the frenzied Jason swung his long sword with all his might, slashing the shameless sneak attacker into several knots.

He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Andrew, who had lost his gravity and fell, and said with an anxious face: "How are you? Hold on! Andrew!"

"Also... Clear... Andrew's face still had a smile like a spring breeze, but a large amount of blood foamed from his mouth.

Then, his smile suddenly stiffened, his pupils bulged outward, and at this parting moment, he grabbed Jason's hand tightly, and said solemnly with his last strength: "Run... Run... Elder brother... Brother..."

Silent tears slipped down the corners of Jason's eyes, and he put down Andrew's body without saying a word, picked up his sword and stood up straight again, as if an invisible anger was released in his gray pupils.

As if inspired by his anger.

A flash of fire suddenly ignited in the distant woods, followed by a second, a third... Hundreds of fireflies bloomed in all directions of the trees like fireflies in the night sky, illuminating the endless darkness.