In front of the White Rock intersection.

The divine light is constantly shining, and this light is condensed on the shield to enhance defense, condensed on the weapon to enhance the damage, and condensed on the human body to strengthen the physique.

In the formation, Buck from Morion of the North pursed his lips, his eyes calmly staring at the roaring, roaring, and angry swinging of the orc in front of him, and following the guidance of the holy light around him, he clenched his spear and stabbed it hard.

He roared in his heart: "Kill! ”

The spear full of anger and murderous intent stabbed the orc's abdomen at once, even though the orc's abdomen was protected by simple leather armor, but the tip of the spear condensed with divine brilliance did not feel the slightest blockage, as easy as a hot knife cutting butter.

The orc's free hand was about to grab the spear, and the next moment his companions and comrades also stabbed the spear, either to the neck, or to the arm, or to the head, or to the lower limbs, and the orc was not in a hurry to dodge, and was stabbed one after another.

Buck also took advantage of the situation to withdraw the spear, and following the guidance of the Holy Light, when the orc wanted to reach for his companion's spear, he stabbed it out again with anger.

In a few moments, the orc fell unwillingly.

Buck was not moved by this, and the constant will to fight in his heart drove him to turn his gaze to another orc, and outside of the battle, he felt that he had split up another will, and watched it all calmly.

Fighting, fighting and killing seemed to have nothing to do with his calm will, and at first Buck was a little uncomfortable with such a calm and fierce battle, but soon, he became familiar with it, and through this will, he could better see the whole picture.

Even from the light that kept flashing around him, he sensed another will and communicated with it.

It is strong and firm, like a rock, and will never waver.

In the middle of the battle, Buck glanced at the paladin Ian in front of him, and the strong will he sensed was exactly what Ian had.

At this time, Ian was working with the shield-wielding warrior beside him, holding his shield to meet the ferocious orcs who pounced on him from time to time, blocking all their attacks. The difference is that while a normal warrior holds a shield in both hands, he has one hand, and in the other hand, he uses his sword to unleash a sharp blade of holy light, killing orcs who are occasionally unblocked and about to attack other warriors.

"Bang-"

Ian once again blocked the orc's blow in front of him, and the powerful force made the divine light condensed on the shield shake, but this brilliance was not owned by Ian alone, but was formed by the thirteen holy warriors of the Brotherhood of Holy Light, who guided and inspired all the warriors to win.

The stronger the faith, the stronger the light.

The shock he received here quickly spread and did not cause many ripples.

The same happens to ordinary shield-wielding warriors.

Protected and attacked, the orcs swarming from the battlefield of Kiran Town were like small splashes of water that constantly hit the reef, constantly disappearing in this impact.

The orc tide is not endless, and if you have fun and are afraid of being killed, it will make the orc tide retreat, and if nothing else, this new orc tide pouring out of the southern forest will be able to dissipate within a few days.

After that, there was sporadic cleanup.

And Erwin and the others were able to survive in the end.

But this accident, or conspiracy, has already been arranged!

……

The town of Kieran.

It was close to dusk, and although the orcs were a little weak, they never stopped, and the Valisi priest and the others had already summoned the dead on the walls several times, and then sent them into the world of the dead, but it didn't have to be like this next.

After summoning the dead corpse for the last time, Walisi and the others drove the corpse towards the orcs, the freshly dead corpse was still fresh, although it was not as flexible as when it was alive, but it was not much worse, and the most important thing was that the basic attack instinct was still there.

This is different from the previous times, before Walisi and the others quickly sent into the world of the dead after evoking the dead corpses, the shock to these southern orcs is very limited, and when the orcs die in batches, the next ones don't know the terrifying picture.

Orcs are not without intelligent beings, but compared to humans, they are irritable, belligerent, and like to kill and destroy, and when the first orcs are killed by their resurrected kind, the attack finally slows down, and the crazy orcs finally target their eccentric kind.

But soon, a second orc who died of his own kind appeared, and the orc, who was still alive, began to hesitate.

"Roar—"

An orc that looked like a leader roared wildly and ordered the other orcs to hurry up and attack, but before it could give a second order, it was shot by a gray air stream and instantly died, while the other orcs hesitated more and more.

From the time the first orc began to flee, Walisi knew it was done.

These southern orcs had never seen the undead, and before they could fully react, they could be driven wherever they needed to be with a little guidance, and Valisi had no doubts about that, as it had been in the first days of the orc tide.

The original orc tide led to the formation of the Severton League and later the emergence of Nessreel, and now, this orc tide may change something.

Looking to the northeast, a golden light seemed to be faintly visible, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Walisi's eyes.

……

Moments, White Rock Intersection.

After slaying the last orc, the divine light that emerged from Erwin's body had dimmed considerably, and the connection with the other paladins of the Brotherhood of Light seemed to be non-existent, and the other ordinary warriors were even more unbearable.

Many people have already sat on the ground panting, and even more serious ones have even lost their lives, which is also unavoidable, and everyone has already realized something. Fortunately, it was already dusk, and the orcs rarely attacked at night, so as long as they held out for a while, they could return to Kieran Town to rest.

"Look! What is that?! "A warrior who was no longer able to get up struggled to raise his hand, pointing in the southwest direction, his eyes full of incredulity.

It was an orc, and an orc that had bypassed the town of Kieran and was running straight at them!

The others heard the exclamation and looked in the direction he pointed with a trembling finger, it was really an orc!

Who but the dead can really ignore the murderous orcs?

Erwin also realized that something was wrong, how could the orcs deliberately get around when there were villages and towns in the way? Must have been an accident on Kieran's side, or was this the trap he'd been worried about?

At this moment, Gal also came to Erwin's side, his expression solemn, this is a serious state that he rarely has, "Erwin, those degenerates finally can't help it!" What do we do now? ”

Although the orcs have a tendency to come this way, they still haven't arrived after all, as long as they want to go, they will definitely be able to go, but-

Erwin glanced back at the ordinary warriors who were almost all sitting on the ground and unable to get up, as well as the countless farmlands further north, once they left, the worst would come, not only would these people not survive, but the destruction of the farmland would cause countless people to starve in the winter.

As for the notoriety that the Brotherhood of Light will bear for this, it is secondary.