"For the Empire, for the Emperor!" the militia captain, Harris, raised his sword and shouted slogans to inspire the militia behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Faced by a surging tide of green, the ugly green-skinned orcs were scattered and undisciplined, but their numbers were large enough to terrify the enemy, and their charge seemed to make the earth tremble!

Although it is blocked by wooden walls, the human town is too small in the face of the greenskin tide. Harris swallowed nervously, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he felt his blood burning!

"Three...... Two...... One ......" Harris thought silently in his heart, and immediately used all his strength to swing a fatal blow to the orcs who climbed up the wall in front of him: "Hold the line!"

The brown shield and the green tide collided, and the orcs fearlessly climbed the wall, one by one they were cut down by the militiamen, the stench of orc corpses and the smell of blood irritating the militiamen's nostrils, and the splash of blood blinded their vision. But they did not dare to wipe their faces with their hands free, for the waves of orc attacks were almost endless, and as soon as one of them cut down the wall, another would rush up.

Despite the wall, the town had too few defenders. The bloodthirsty orcs are not afraid to die, and despite the exchange ratio on the walls even reaching 1:20, these bloodthirsty creatures are still charging.

"Little Tom!no!" Harris saw one of the militiamen on the right hack to death an orc trying to climb the wall, but the orc grabbed the militiaman's right foot before he died, and Harris could only watch as the poor militiaman was dragged down the wall and hacked to death......

The battle is scorching, and there are fewer and fewer human militias on the walls, but their hearts are full of anger and determination, because behind them are their own family and friends, and even if they fight for their lives, they can't let these green-skinned monsters move forward!

The human defenders fought to the death, and the high casualties finally shook the greenskinned orcs, and the bloodlust in these mushy heads gradually faded, replaced by fear and the desire to escape.

"Who dares to escape!" An orc who had been supervising the battle seemed to see the decline of the troops, this guy was wearing much better armor than ordinary orcs, and there was no doubt that this orc was the commander of this army.

He cut off the heads of several cowards and roared into the sky, then jumped onto the wall and slashed to death a militiaman who was fighting fiercely with an axe. Harris's eyes split, and he rushed over and slashed at the orc.

The orc smirked contemptuously, and with a swing of his axe, Harris flew out of his hand, whirling down the city, killing a roaring orc.

The orc's morale was boosted, and Harris, who was covered in blood and lying to the ground, could only watch in despair as the orc commander roared wildly to kill more militiamen.

"Is this the end of it......" Harris closed his eyes reluctantly, his mind conjuring up of his elderly father, his loving mother, his pregnant wife, his lovely daughter......

"I'm sorry ......"

"Wow, ah!!"

An inexplicable shout resounded throughout the battlefield, and Harris barely opened his eyes, his vision turning red as blood blocked him, but he still tried his best to find the source of the sound......

The Empire is a powerful nation that spans countless planes, and due to its vast territory and many enemies, the Empire's military power cannot take into account every plane. But in some frontier planes, there are legends among the people of the Empire that when humanity is in turmoil, the distant and mysterious Empire Centers will send their strongest warriors to their rescue.

It's just a word of mouth, but in Harris, in all the militias, in this little human town that remains on this plane—that's the last hope for all.

Leon flew out of the portal, and was greeted by blue skies, white clouds, and a battlefield that shook the sky.

The next moment, his reaction was: "Wow, ah!! how can you open the portal exit in the sky!!"

The body was falling rapidly, and Leon certainly didn't want to fall into a puddle of flesh after freefalling. I saw his left hand shake, and a wooden staff inlaid with a crystal ball appeared in his hand, Leon triggered the mana, and the crystal ball at the top of the staff immediately glowed with a burst of cyan hazy light, and a blue shield appeared below Leon.

Although this shield does not slow down Leon's fall, it can counteract the impact when he lands, and Leon's only thought after holding the shield is:

"Don't hit anyone!"

"Boom!"

Like a meteor, Leon flew down from the sky and smashed hard into the middle of the town's streets. When the dust cleared, Leon patted his ass and stood up, only to see a stunned green-skinned orc.

"Ahh!!h

"The Grand Commander is dead, Waaaagh!!"

Both shouted at the same time, but the orcs turned and fled as if frightened, while Leon stretched out a shield and began to cast spells—ice arrows, fireballs, micrometeors, and acid arrows. All sorts of spells flew out from the tip of Leon's staff, killing and injuring the fleeing orcs.

Leon reacted at this point, and he was given the task of saving the last imperial power in the Broadland plane - and that was it.

Although Leon prefers to do experiments in the Central Mage Academy rather than this life-threatening assignment, he is safe when he comes. It's a town full of suffering fellow human beings, burning buildings and the corpses and limbs of innocent civilians - a sight that would be unbearable for anyone with a strong heart, let alone Lyon.

Leon chased and killed the fleeing orcs all the way, and the residents who resisted desperately or trembled saw Leon's brave posture, and unconsciously concentrated on him, and gradually formed a long line behind Leon.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Leon shouted a slogan, using magic to provoke anger in the hearts of the residents. The cowardly and frightened residents couldn't help but think of the burning houses, the weeping relatives, and the dead friends, and the anger and unwillingness hidden in their hearts were stimulated.

A strong man with a sledgehammer was the first to break out of the queue, and he caught up with an orc who was lagging behind, smashing the orc's head with a single blow!

The example inspires the bloodiness of the people, and the citizens chase and slaughter the fleeing orcs, frantically venting their endless anger.

As the last orc disappeared into the distant woods, the remnants of the town's walls erupted in ecstatic shouts from the defeated generals and vengeful populaces, and people huddled around each other as they walked towards Leon, who stood at the gate of the town with his staff and the sun.

With the expectant look in the eyes, several citizens covered in blood stepped out, and they were the temporary leaders elected by the residents.

Although the man in front of him was incredulously young, the representatives still held their swords on the ground and knelt down on one knee: "You...... Are you ......?"

"Rest assured. Leon stepped forward and helped them up: "The Empire will not give up on you. ”

Many people fell to their knees and wept bitterly, but more often than not, there was a heartfelt cheer that resounded throughout the town.