Under the dim sky, Tallinnam struggled to his feet, drew his knight's sword, one sword for each person, and faced the roaring group of green-skinned orcs.

"The goddess of the lake is above, and I will guard the glory of Bretonnia with my blood. For the king, for the sacred oath, unswervingly. ”

On the blood-stained earth, Tallinnam prayed silently.

In an instant, the knight's sword glowed with a dazzling golden light, and the armor on his body was shrouded in a soft silver light. It was that familiar power, and Tallinnham could feel that the power he had once gained in the decisive battle against the undead had returned. It was as if a pair of invisible hands gently protected themselves, and all the confidence and strength poured into their hearts, allowing them to forget all their fears for a while.

The next moment, thousands of orcs roared and pounced.

However, just as Tallinnam was preparing to fight with the determination of death, the sound of thousands of galloping horses sounded behind him.

It was the King, Victor Charles, who led the Grail Knights in a counter-charge. Barely tired, they quickly retreated after a sharp turn, and before the orc army could assemble, they launched another short charge.

Facing the roaring orcs, the Bretonnian knights bravely rushed forward. Tallinnam stood in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by splatters of blood and dirt, horse's hooves flying in the mud, and the blood of the orcs soaring into the air.

Gripping his sword, Tallinnam joined the battle on foot. He saw Duke Baniesto's dragon banner, saw the king's vulture banner, the horses neighed, the knights staggered, and in the dim sun, orcs and human knights fought together.

Tallinnham raised his long sword and cut off the arm of an orc infantryman, and then kicked it to the ground, before he could make up for it, another orc warrior rushed up from one side, Tallinnham dodged sideways, dodged the orc machete, and then flipped his wrist, the knight's sword spun in a gorgeous half circle in mid-air, and under the beep, the knight's sword that shone with golden light slashed the orc infantryman's head with a sword.

Hearing only the sound of a rain of arrows whistling overhead, Talinham hurriedly squatted down and picked up a large round shield of the orcs and put it on his back. In the next second, the arrows whizzed to the ground, sticking into the wet ground, and a few of them were stuck in the corpses of the dead orc infantrymen. But none of them hit Tallinnam.

He only felt lucky, perhaps, it was the goddess of the lake who protected him. However, before they had time to think about it, the orcs pounced again. He could only bend down to dodge an axe, and another axe, the force of which sank, and Tallinnham raised his sword to block, but the force from the tomahawk cut him to the ground. Tallinnham was half-kneeling, holding his sword in both hands, tightly blocking the blade of the axe, and in the blood light, he could see clearly that it was a black orc. A scar ran from his eyes to his chin. The black orcs roared wildly, slashing down with almost no combat skills, each axe carrying enough force to cut through the steel plate. Tallinnham parried, and at this moment, behind the black orc warrior, the war horse neighed, and a knight of the Kingdom of Bretonnia held a long sword, whistling past, and slashed the big black orc warrior with a single sword.

Too late to say thanks, Tallinnham could only continue to fight. Without a warhorse, he was in disarray, and on several occasions, the knights in the charge almost knocked him down.

Fortunately, the knight's sword and bright silver armor glowing with golden light allowed the knights to see him on the ground in advance, passing by Tallinnam's side a moment before he collided.

He stepped sideways behind one of the orc infantrymen, grabbed the orc's hair, and ruthlessly slit the throat with his sword. The warm blood stained Tallinnam's hands red, and the blood slid his palms wet, and he couldn't even grasp the sword in his hand. During the scuffle, Tallinnam's calf was stabbed in the lower leg by a goblin, but with a backhand, he grabbed the dwarf goblin and pierced it with his long sword like a monkey. Intestines and blood flowed from the goblin spearman's abdomen and flowed all over the ground......

An orc warrior roared and slashed at him, and Tallinnam dodged reflexively, slamming the orc's face with a fist covered in iron, blood rushing out of the orc's smashed face again and again, until the orc's nose bone was broken and the eye socket was dented. The next opponent was still an orc, and he stabbed his long sword into the opponent's chest, but the furious orc caught the blade with his bare hands, roared, and snatched the knight's sword away. The sword tore through the orc's palm, but the orc warrior seemed to be in no sense, and attacked violently.

The embarrassed Tallinnham could only draw the dagger he carried with him to fight. He stooped to dodge the orc's slash, rushed forward with small steps, and stabbed him with a dagger into the eye before the orc could pull back his tomahawk.

The orc screamed, and Tallinnham drew his dagger and stabbed wildly, until the orc collapsed under him, without breath, and a large amount of blood ran down his eyeholes all over his face, all over his neck and chest. Retrieving the knight's sword, Tallinnam staggered to his feet, and around him, there were more and more corpses, both human knights and greenskinned orcs.

I don't know how long it took to fight in the dark, but finally, the sound of war drums, fighting, and roars gradually fell, and the world was calm again, and the exhausted Tallinnam finally couldn't hold it anymore, his physical strength reached its limit, and he fell into the mountains of corpses with his sword.

At sunset, the Bretonnian battle flag flutters in the wind. A knight in ornate armor passed by, "We have triumphed, my lord. He reported and disappeared into the crowd.

Tallinnham nodded feebly, and he saw the endless mountains of orc corpses, and the infantry of Bretonnia armed with iron swords and spears, stabbing at the dead greenskin corpses to make sure they were truly dead.

The saints comforted the wounded on the battlefield, and a priestess with long hair walked up to Tallinnam, whispered about the wound, bandaged him, and stopped the bleeding with herbal juice.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected her silhouette, and for some reason, Tallinnam's eyes only saw Inya's face...... He wanted to reach out and touch her, but reason told him that the person in front of him was not Innya, it was someone else...... Moments before his finger touched the priestess, Tallinnham stopped. Pull yourself back to reality by all your will. They repelled the tide of greenskins and that's it. There's no Innia here, there's no Rose Knight...... Tallinnham forced himself to admit it.

"Lord of Tallinnam, summoned by the King. ”

After the priestess had bandaged her wounds, the knight in fine armor had returned to Tallinnam. It was then that Tallinn saw that it was a Knight of the Holy Grail. Moreover, it was the king's personal attendant.