The Guards didn't travel far before they were met by a large number of orcs, but they didn't panic, as they had been expected. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After yesterday's fighting, the air was full of the smell of blood, which was enough to attract the orcs from farther away, in fact, there were orcs to harass last night, but they were killed by the sergeant behind the protective wall with a random arrow, so the remaining orcs dragged the corpses of their own kind away after having blood food, but they did not go far, and it was easy to leave the tribe to forage here, in addition to the smell of blood in the nose and the strong smell of human meat, how could they let go of such a good opportunity to leave.

The entire area of the north gate belonged to the guards at this time, of course, the loot and the materials obtained also belonged to them, the sergeants behind the protective wall had already prepared their bows and arrows and were waiting for them, and the hundreds of sergeants outside the camp were fighting and retreating in an orderly manner, attracting a large number of orcs to follow, and at a glance, I am afraid that there are thousands of heads.

"Click"

With a wave of the sword in his left hand, the right claw of the orc in front of him flew at the elbow, and before it could howl out, the sword in his right hand stabbed straight at once, and the sword light stabbed into its throat like lightning.

Just when the blood on the orc's neck was flying, Ota leaned over and turned half a circle, and the big sword in his hand actually slashed out diagonally from behind him, and in a flash, the orc who rushed over on one side immediately slipped down halfway, but before it fell to the ground, it fiercely waved its other claw and grabbed a spark on Otta's back armor. Fortunately, the armor was still thick and not penetrated, but even so, there was a scratch on Ota's armor that was more than a foot long and half a minute deep, and the other armor pieces were already split in half.

Ota was dripping with sweat from his forehead, and if he hadn't had the armor, the back would have been broken by this scratch on his back.

Orta was only stunned for a moment, and then immediately recovered, now is obviously not the time to sigh and reminisce, the orcs in front of him are still rushing forward and back.

The sergeants behind the protective wall began to shoot arrows, and out of the corner of his eye, Outa could see very clearly, some of the orcs not far away were still running with four or five arrows in their bodies, and some were shot like hedgehogs rolling on the ground and wailing, presumably in a short time before they died.

Ota fought outside the city for nearly three hours, at this time he was tired and panting and sweating profusely, the armor on his body was also scattered and scattered by the orcs, and there was a palm-length wound on his arm, back and thigh, but fortunately, it was not too deep, although the blood was stained, but the bleeding had stopped at this time, and he was also smeared with ointment.

Outside the hanging gate at the city gate, the instructor's fortress stood there steadily, watching Ota being besieged by the three-headed orc, he remained motionless, until Ota killed the last orc, he spoke: "It's okay, your task for today has been completed, go to the camp to eat something, go back to take some medicine and have a good rest, and come over on time tomorrow morning to gather." ”

Ota nodded weakly, and silently walked through the hanging door into the camp. The sergeants who came out to fight with him had already returned to the city to rest, and the sergeants in rotation also changed every hour, and only he insisted on fighting outside the camp for nearly three hours, which was a tiring rhythm.

In fact, Ota knew that there were several archers on the protective wall who had been protecting him, and if there was really danger, these archers would come to the rescue, otherwise these wounds on his body would be fatal enough. However, the instructor's strict requirements for himself are really unbearable for ordinary people.

As for the truth, Ota still understands it in his heart, tempering in life and death, growing up between life and death, all the respected warriors on the Glorious Continent have all been trained in this way.

Ota dragged his tired body to the tent in the camp, where dozens of cauldrons were raised, and the beef cooked in it was ripe, and the aroma could be smelled from afar. Ota sat on a wooden stump, surrounded by a few sergeants eating, nodding or smiling at him in a friendly manner.

These people all showed enough respect for Ota, after all, they remembered very well that at the age of sixteen or seventeen, it was impossible for them to be comparable to the young man in front of them, even now, they might not be able to defeat this guy who still had a little green face, and his challenge to the Demon Captain Luo Sanpu and his strong performance outside just now was enough to make these people retreat.

"Take a bite?" asked a sergeant as he shook the iron kettle in his hand at him.

"Thanks, I have this. Outa said as he took off the iron kettle from his waist, then unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

The sergeant and a few people around him suddenly laughed mysteriously, and Ota was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing why they were laughing.

"Something different, take a sip?" the sergeant reached for the iron kettle in his hand.

After taking a sip of it in disbelief, Ota immediately coughed loudly, and it was filled with spirits, which were as hot as if they were burning.

"Hahaha......" several sergeants laughed, and one of them exclaimed, "Only real men are worthy of drinking this wine, and we have named it 'Courage Burning', brother, and you are welcome to join in."

"Welcome. ”

"It's an honor to play alongside you. ”

"You're a good man, you're going to be a warrior, welcome to join. ”

“......”

Ota thanked them one by one, and at this time he actually felt like crying, and he didn't know why, was it to be respected, recognized, or could he finally follow in his father's footsteps and become a demon hunter of orcs?

Orta didn't know what it felt, and he didn't want to know it now, he took another sip of the liquor and returned the iron kettle, feeling the hot liquid in his throat slowly flow into his abdomen, a flame seemed to suddenly come out, in his body, in his blood, endless courage and strength, as if it was integrated with the burning of the flame, and finally, all melted into his bones.

Opposite the north gate, the army of Marquis Will was guarding the south gate, and Marquis Will who was standing in the protective wall looked out expressionlessly.

His army had few casualties today, while many orcs had been killed outside the city, thanks to the new equipment on the protective walls, the bed crossbow.

He knew that new weapons had been being developed in the aristocratic academy, such as this crossbow, but due to the scarcity of materials and the high cost, there were few in the army that could be equipped with more than ten units, so most of them still relied on the old-fashioned tactics of long-range bows and arrows to hunt orcs.

And of course he is different, he is a marquis, his father is a viscount, the family's property is spread over more than 20 city-states, and there is an old ancestor who is a pharaoh, that is the existence of the royal family that does not dare to offend with all their hearts, what is it that there are only a dozen bed crossbows, don't you see that there are thirty on this protective wall?

Will remembered the coarse demon slayer and the ragged villagers before, when they saw the orcs outside the city falling like wheat one by one, the surprised expression of the big mouth, the envious look and the greed in the eyes, as soon as he thought of this, Marquis Will couldn't help but want to laugh, but the habit of many years told him to hold back, he must hold back.

Marquis Will turned around and glanced in the direction of the north gate guarded by Lord Xia Rui, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. Is it really a poor man, who thinks that his guards are all equipped with iron armor and can pretend to be rich? Hehe, I really laughed to death. Look, look at the man who came over, his armor was rotten and seemed to be covered with pieces of iron, and he still wanted to find a blacksmith to repair it?

Will kept smiling in the corners of his eyes, and when he finally saw that the person covered in the so-called iron pieces was Otta, he finally couldn't help laughing, and said to himself very relieved: "If you don't give you face, you will kneel in front of me and beg me to take you in the future, and I won't look at you more, hum." ”

"Brother-in-law, can we sell the loot?"

Behind the Marquis of Will, there was a somewhat murmuring and a quiet voice.

Will's eyes narrowed slightly, then he turned away calmly, looking at Lenny with a slight coldness. Lenny, who had just passed fifteen years old, was just as tall as Will's shoulders at this time, and after looking at his downward gaze, he couldn't help but take a step back, and hurriedly bowed down and performed the etiquette of a servant, and said in a little panic: "Dear Marquis Will, can I order the sergeant to go out and collect the loot?"

Will looked at Lenny's unnatural expression and was silent for a moment before he said slowly, "Remember it later." Then he waved his hand slightly.

Lenny walked away as if he had met amnesty, and in a hurry he rubbed on the body of a Yicong, who turned around and glanced at it, his eyes swept slightly over the bright copper armor and the brightly colored cloak with green lines on a red background on Lanny's body, and then the corners of his mouth were very disdainful, and he turned around and continued to look outside, if it weren't for the face of the Marquis of Will, this Yicong would at least shout and scold Lanny: Walk without eyes.