"Kill!"

Exhausted Arthur stood on countless corpses and roared, wielding his cracked sword with every stroke of strength, slashing every orc who tried to get close to him fly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At his feet, the broken bodies of more than 400 orcs overlapped on top of each other, the stumps and severed arms were huddled together, and the viscous blood mixed with the dirty liquid was slowly squeezed out of the gaps, slowly converging into a large pool of blood.

"Are they all dead?"

Slashed an orc, two cracks spread in vain on the long sword in his hand, and the sharp tip of the sword shook twice and fell. Arthur paused for a moment, waved his hand, and the long sword in his hand shattered into dozens of pieces and fell into the pile of corpses below.

"Are they really all dead?"

Arthur roared, waved his hand and threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his hand full of wounds dragged the big shield full of cracks behind him, and placed it on his chest.

The dry body was injected with a strong force, and fine cracks appeared inch by inch, and the glass lines spread all over the body, and the rough skin on the face and arms made a "rustling" sound, falling down little by little, like a moth spreading its wings, and white powder floating.

Mieser smiled silently, the death gaze made him cold all over, but he didn't care anymore, his tired eyes slowly lifted up, looking around.

The shattered heavy armor was discarded everywhere, floating in a pool of blood, sucking the viscous blood, inlaying the blood lines into the heavy armor, and converging into a blood-colored lion.

The young body wrapped under the heavy armor has completely lost its temperature, and the strength of the moon level does not allow them to survive under the claws of the orcs, and in the same way, anger is not good, and heavy armor is not good.

The cold corpse lay the crumbling bluestone ground, the mutilated torso buried in a pile of blood, and the original appearance could no longer be seen, Mosan, Ruoqi, Ka Amnesty, Guchi Meka...... Those who can be called by name, and those who can't be named, one by one, have severed limbs and broken arms and abandon them at will, exuding the cold of death, such a corpse, even wild dogs will scoff at it.

"It is good that the glory of heroes will not be desecrated. ”

Arthur leaned on the big shield and exhaled softly, the long and continuous breath took away the exhaustion deep in his body, making him temporarily forget the pair of bloodthirsty pupils around him, forget the mountains of corpses under his feet, and forget the countless desperate efforts that are being slaughtered in the city, he stared at the cold sun in the sky, the soft but cold light stubbornly shone on the world, even if he was deprived of all the light and heat by the Frost Throne, and was cursed by tens of billions of living beings, he still rose on time, fell on time, and sprinkled every light on every inch of land with all his might, not abandoning or giving up。

"Little Arthur, as a warrior, you have to know how to guard!"

The stern voice of Mr. Maxrod sounded in his ears, and Arthur turned his head to look in the direction of the east side of Ikuku, his tired eyes falling through countless barriers to the small village that sat in a wasteland.

On the trembling suspension bridge, a five- or six-year-old child wearing light little armor, holding a rope and crying for his mother, the middle-aged man had unbearable in his eyes, but his mouth was still extremely stern, "Little Arthur, stand up, the warrior believes in courage and fearlessness, no enemy can stop the warrior's charge!"

Little Arthur snorted hard and said with a crying voice: "Teacher Maxroed, but ......"

"No, but!" Maxrod lifted little Arthur up as soon as he stretched out his hand, "what is the faith of a warrior?"

"None...... Fearless ......"

"What is the faith of a warrior?"

"Brave ...... Courage ......" The little man peeked at the turbulent water below, whimpered, and said, "But, Mr. Maxroed, I ......"

"Shut up, Arthur!" Maxrod reprimanded without hesitation, "There is no way to be a warrior!"

"Yes~" Little Arthur replied reluctantly, his mouth pursed high, and he looked unhappy.

Looking at this, a smile appeared in Maxrode's eyes, but the movements in his hands were not pityful, he threw it away, Arthur rolled and fell on the suspension bridge, and the suspension bridge immediately shook sharply, so frightened that little Arthur closed his eyes tightly and trembled and lay on the ground.

"Little Arthur, I'll be waiting for you across the street, if you don't come in ten minutes, you won't be able to eat the chicken I roasted. ”

Maxrod said indifferently, but the smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously showed that he was in a good mood.

Little Arthur raised his head slightly, looked at the back that was gradually moving away, wrinkled his little nose viciously, let out a slight snort, and raised a small fist and waved it fiercely, but Maxrod seemed to be able to see it, and as soon as he stomped his foot, the drawbridge immediately shook, and little Arthur hurriedly fell down.

"Hehe......"

The cold came and went, and the seven or eight-year-old boy turned over and fell to the opposite side, with a little baby fat, his face was full of pride, and he stretched out his hand proudly, swinging in front of Maxroed, "Teacher, teacher, where is my roast chicken?"

Maxrod shook his head and put a roast chicken on the boy's hand, and the boy immediately cheered, and couldn't wait to tear off a chicken leg, stuff it into Maxrod's hand, and then bite it with a big mouthful.

Maxrod smiled dotingly and placed the chicken leg beside little Arthur......

That chicken leg tastes so good. Arthur licked the corners of his mouth, but only licked a smell of blood, he frowned, the majestic aura on the burly body immediately soared, and the corpse of an orc under his feet was lifted high by him and smashed towards the orc who was about to come in front of him.

"Kill!"

The battle broke out, the blood boiled, and the tired body erupted with unimaginable power, and the power of nine days poured into the body, although it shattered Arthur's body, provided him with great strength.

The sturdy body crashed into the equally sturdy orc, making a "click" sound, and the orc fell off the mountain of corpses with a painful cry, and the orc behind him hurriedly flashed, turned his footsteps, and rushed forward with a roar.

Arthur chuckled, the chicken leg shook in front of him, exuding a sweet smell, he licked his lips again, the smell of blood once again awakened his memory, he gradually became a little annoyed, the corpse in his hand was like a giant hammer, bombarding every orc's body fiercely, each time, there was a sound of bone cracking, whether it was a living orc or a dead orc.

The orcs roared, and the corpses of more than four hundred orcs under their feet made them feel angry at the same time, but more angry, when were the orcs killed so much by a weak chicken-like human in a single case? One to four hundred, such a number orcs don't understand, but the bloody armor is stirring their anger all the time.

One by one, the orcs went forward one after another, and the majestic body slammed into it brutally, without any discipline or skill, just brutally crashed over, regardless of your sharp blade, regardless of your sturdy armor, regardless of your scorching flames, I will brutally crash over, I will watch you turn into a meat pie, and then be torn into minced meat, and finally completely chewed.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang......

Arthur gulped out blood, and the corpses of the orcs used as weapons in his hands became tattered, and every bone was shattered into slag, and limply drooped on his hands.

"Kill!"

He roared, roared, never say die, the orc's corpse was thrown away, and an orc was smashed out, and he picked up the shield inserted in the ground, and the muscles of his arms were like dragons, bursting purple veins, and the terrifying power instantly entered the shield.

"Bang"

The flying orc was beaten out hard, and with a "boom" sound, a large piece of his chest was sunken, and his hideous face was directly exploded, and two eyeballs rolled out of his sockets and fell on the hard ground.

"Hahaha...... Damn orcs, come on, come on. ”

Arthur laughed wildly, the corner of his eye swept to the corpse, two lines of tears running down his cheeks, washing away the blood stains on his face.

The orcs fell into an eerie calm, the beast's instincts telling them that whoever was the first to go would die first, and the laws of survival imprinted in the depths of their souls overwhelmed their chaotic nature in this moment, leaving them in a dilemma under a brief attack.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Arthur spat out a clot of blood disdainfully, lowered the shield, leaned against it, and glanced at the orc like a condescending king.

"Arthur, I can't teach you anymore, if you want your future to protect your friends and relatives, and to despise your enemies like a king, get out of here, this land is too small for you to gallop on. ”

Maxrod looked at the tall Arthur in front of him, with a hint of sigh, a hint of relief, the young man who was lying on the suspension bridge and crying had grown so tall in a blink of an eye, and that cute face also turned into a face with a faint stubble in front of him in an instant, which made him sigh.

"Teacher, will you come with me?" asked Arthur very sincerely.

"Hehe......" Maxrod smiled, "Arthur, the journey of a warrior is destined to be lonely, in order to be strong, in order to protect, for your never-say-die faith, you must go on the road alone, your sword is your only friend, is the foundation of your strength." ”

"In the future, you will meet a person, a person who gives you a shield, a person for whom you are willing to pick up a shield, and when this person appears, you have to remember that no one in this world can break your shield, no one can hurt this person......!

"As long as I live...... Arthur repeated softly, sighing slightly, his tired eyes slowly closed, "Teacher, but, really, that person, he, didn't show up......"

"Roar~"

With a roar of rage, thousands of orcs rushed into the once magnificent city lord's mansion with a full body of evil energy, frantically smashed all obstacles that hindered progress, and stopped in front of the mountain-like pile of corpses, looking up at the mountain-like tall body above the corpses.

The orc shaman pulled over an orc and roared, "Tell me, what's going on here?"

"He, alone, killed four hundred of our warriors!"

"Shame!" roared the shaman, "you bunch of shame, why don't you kill him to wash away your shame?"

The orc shook his head, "He's a true warrior!"

"Is this your reason?" the shaman roared hysterically, "is this your excuse for facing shame? You cowards, are you afraid? Has your backbone been broken by him? What is he? Weak human beings, weak chicken-like bodies, bug-like souls, have you been defeated by such a thing?"

"Shaman!" the orc was furious, "he is a true warrior, a true warrior, not that vile cowardly race!"

"Warrior?warrior?is that the title that the enemy deserves?you bastard defeated by fear, you actually call an enemy who has killed four hundred warriors a warrior, you don't deserve to be a mighty bone-chewing orc, you coward, worm, coward without guts......"

"That's enough!" the orc erupted, his blood-colored eyes swept over the shaman, the intense killing intent flashed away, and he was randomly suppressed, he didn't have the courage to make a move against a shaman, he brutally pushed away the orc beside him, and the tall and burly body walked outside, he was ready to slaughter those who really needed to be slaughtered, not this respectable warrior.

The shaman didn't expect the orc's rebuttal, and he froze for a moment, and even more intense anger churned in his heart, "Stop, warrior! I order you to kill him!"

The orc stopped, his hands clenched gradually, and his body shaking, all of which expressed his angry heart.

However, among the orcs, the authority of the shaman is higher than that of the orc warrior, after all, it is the closest existence to the god, and even if the orc is very dissatisfied, he can only obey the shaman's orders.

He picked up the great axe in his hand and made a silent charge for the first time.

How high is the mountain of more than 400 corpses?The orcs don't know, but this mountain of corpses makes it very difficult for him to climb, and the despair and fear of the death of his kind invade his heart, making him feel cold fear, his blood-red eyes return to brown, and his dilated pupils slowly shrink, when he stands in front of Arthur, the unbending spine polished in the Cosmo Mountains arches slightly, offering the respect of an ordinary orc warrior to a true warrior.

Arthur closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the fond memories, with a faint smile on his face, just like the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked behind the back of the stern teacher Maxroede many years ago.

"Is it over?"

A faint thought echoed in his mind, and the tired body relaxed in vain, and a little bit of debris fell from the shattered body, drifting away with the cold wind, but I don't know if it will float over the land of tens of thousands of miles, and return to the delicious roast chicken that afternoon.

Orcs are rarely serious, their ferocious nature is suppressed, and the reason they have obtained from intelligent beings for tens of thousands of years occupies his heart perfectly, which is not only a respect for a strong man, but also a naked solemnity seen after being completely frightened.

It turns out that the orcs are also afraid......

The giant axe in his hand was raised high and fell down fiercely, and the blood condensed on the heavy axe surface fell in the cold wind, revealing a cold cold light, and then, the cold light flashed, with a brutal and unreasonable murderous intent to wipe Arthur's neck. (To be continued.) )