When Lord Vincent arrived at the gate of the Chamber of Commerce full of anticipation, he found that his necromantic forces had opened the gate and occupied the wall, but stopped in the courtyard.

As a high-level demon, Vincent didn't feel sorry for his skeleton soldiers, he just felt extremely surprised.

It is not uncommon for mercenaries to be more capable of fighting on their own than skeletons.

However, it is a bit unbelievable that this group of improvised rabbles can fight to the death under the siege of hundreds of skeletons and a bunch of harpys.

It's only one gold coin a month, what kind of life are you playing?

However, he soon found out that the mercenaries who were supposed to collect money to do things had already escaped, and it was the familiar orc who remained in the courtyard to fight to the death.

The former champion of the Paper Bird Flying Contest is now holding the weapon he picked up in his hand, holding a sword in both hands, and tirelessly mowing the grass.

What a set of flat slash combos with smooth splits! Vincent's eyes lit up, but the woman beside him was not calm.

"Master, this leopard head is a monster, and the troops have suffered heavy losses!"

When Ninia saw Vincent, she immediately rushed to him like a commander with a miscommand to complain.

This little girl really doesn't treat herself as an outsider, the demons are fighting, what kind of trouble are you so keen on?

As a result, Ninia, who was too deep in the play, was hit by Vincent on the forehead.

"It's just a dressing doll, not a general, who told you to point fingers here!"

This small punishment calmed down the energetic Niniya a lot.

"Your Highness, this orc has the blessing of the ancestral god on his body, his strength and defense have improved a lot, and with the strength of a battle master, it is difficult for a skeleton to defeat directly."

The lich who drove the skeleton on the scene reported it in a relatively objective and fair manner.

"There's one more thing that's weird." The next sentence of the lich caught his attention, "There seems to be another kind of protection on his body, and it is not from the ancestral god of the beast clan." ”

Knowing that his magic level is stretched, Vincent can still be very respectful of professionals, and always humbly ask for advice.

The one who found the anomaly was "Mouse Tail Grass" Prani.

"Interesting!" Vincent asked Prani with interest, "What is it?" ”

"My lord, I'm not sure." Plani didn't seem to be sure of what she had found, but seeing that Vincent was serious, she still made up her guess.

"When fighting, he has a faint aura of chaos on him. Each time an attack is successful, it strengthens ......"

Why is this unreasonable situation?

"Your Highness, it seems to be the healing of darkness." The lich leader on the side observed for a while before expressing his opinion, "When fighting against the warriors of Chaos, the body will recover to a certain extent, and you can fight for a longer time. ”

"Isn't this the buff spell we used in our clan's civil war?" Vincent was surprised again, "Elsa's brother is still going to use dark magic?" ”

Chaos magic comes from the gods of chaos and darkness, and it is basically harmful to all races on the continent, so it is not a good way to use it as a blessing to increase its strength.

This Sadaka looks like a brave and upright tough guy, why can he fight against chaos magic for so long?

Luke had a number of mages under his command, but none of them were able to perform chaos magic.

So, Vincent naturally had a very absurd speculation - this guy also has protection on him, and it is the protection of the God of Chaos.

Hey?

Vincent suddenly had a ridiculous idea, if he could be blessed by the gods, why couldn't the orcs?

However, the priority is not to study the source of this orc's power, but to move forward and hunt down.

"My toys, it's fun to watch here, right?" Vincent glanced at Ninia, who craned her neck to look at the battlefield, and said unhappily, "It's none of your business here, go and spread the word to the people, tell them that the Southern Chamber of Commerce is armed to resist taxes, and I must suppress the outlaws." ”

"Master, can you watch a little longer......" Ninia pleaded, looking at Vincent pitifully, "learn more, maybe I can help you later." ”

From the little girl's shining eyes, Vincent sensed something unusual.

Is she really interested in the battlefield?

How could a peasant girl have such dangerous thoughts?

There was once a French cute girl, who thought so and did so, but the ending was not very good......

This is not a proper thing for a dressing doll.

Weapons and war are not liked by the Craftsman God, and he doesn't want the Divine Venerable to punish and deduct points at the moment.

"Your battlefield is in the crowd, let them understand the meaning of our battle," Vincent forcibly pushed Ninia's body back, "Now the people are still confused, I will fight for the battlefield, you go to fight for the hearts and minds of the people!" ”

Driving away the reluctant Ninia, Vincent looked at the falling skeletons and yelled.

"Giant Scythe, have a few tricks with him!"

"Master, obey."

"With how much force?"

"Thirty percent at most."

"Yes, master."

A huge pitch-black figure leaped out of the shadows.

I don't know how long it has been sharpened, and the shiny scythe shimmers in the moonlight.

The eyes of the two points of phosphorus fire were blazing, and the fighting spirit of the scythe demon was surging and churning.

"If he can survive 10 rounds, stop." In front of many of the monsters' men, Vincent gave an order to the Scythe, "If he is not an opponent in ten rounds, then give him a lesson that he will never forget." ”

"Master, aren't you going to recruit?" The lich leader asked, puzzled, "He's the leopard girl's brother." ”

"I don't need the weak to be my subordinate." Vincent said coldly, "If you die in battle, it's Luke's sin." ”

Let me see how strong you are at full strength, Vincent thought to himself as he let the skeletons go around from both sides.

"Strong, I like it!" The knuckles of the giant scythe made a terrifying sound, "Ten rounds!" ”

The scythe swung out of his hand and turned into a swirling silver platter, sweeping through the door and into it.

Everywhere they passed, they were all cut off, and even the side of the gate directly left a crack the width of the Dao hand.

Sadaka, who was smashing the skeletons in front of him one by one, heard the terrifying sound, and immediately supported his hands and feet on the ground, straightened his waist into a bridge, and lay down on his back, letting the whirling scythe gallop past him.

However, this brilliant dodge didn't get him out of danger.

In the shadows behind him, a pair of long, white arms suddenly stretched out, and a scythe that grabbed the slowing down scythe slashed and slashed from the top of his head like lightning.

Sadaka didn't get up, but rolled straight to the side, without any mud.

The orc's body was as agile as a leopard, its muscles were completely raised by the high fighting spirit, and it made a series of crisp sounds when its hands and feet touched the ground.

At the same time as the scythe landed with a loud sound of shattering the masonry, more than a dozen weapons that were rolled in his hand when he was rolled by the orc just now flew out towards the giant scythe like raindrops, making it difficult to dodge both in terms of speed and accuracy.

In the face of the weapons that broke through the air, the giant scythe did not dodge at all, but began to dance the scythe like a fly.

The scythe, which spun like the blades of a windmill, collided with a flying blade, sending out a series of powerful metal strikes and smashing a string of dazzling sparks.

By the time the last weapon was shot down, Sadaka, who had leapt from the ground with the help of a spear, had already leapt towards the scythe, lifting a heavy mace and plunging straight down.

The sound of two weapons colliding together shocked everyone.

The most belligerent battle demon in the abyss actually fought back and forth with an orc slave, regardless of victory or defeat.

Not only did this make Vincent nod his head frequently, but also the lich and necromancer were greatly impressed.

The demon clan's worship of the strong made them begin to appreciate this brave orc.

"Scythe, you didn't release the water, did you?" Vincent shouted, "I thought that the Scythe Demon was already a ruthless man in the Demon Realm, but I didn't expect this orc to be even braver than you!" ”

"Now, I want to live, not die!"

"Your Highness, you are not afraid to die," the necromancer comforted Vincent, "even if it is a corpse, it can turn him into the most ferocious death knight." ”

"No! As long as I, Vincent von Steyakard, it is mine! ”

The Giant Scythe became more and more hearty as he fought, and Sadaka did not show weakness, and the warriors of the two races used dazzling combat skills to fight hard to score points.

"If this continues, I'll have to mark the skeleton soldier's head again tomorrow." Vincent sighed, "It's a pity that such a warrior actually gave his life to Luke, a profiteer!" ”

"Do you want to be weakened with a curse?" The lich leader asked, "We're ready." ”

"I'm an elegant nobleman, how can I be so indecent to a warrior."

Vincent replied and shouted at the scythe.

"Ten rounds have passed, stop!"

The scythe retreated into the darkness behind it, and Sadaka's spear pursued it, only to stab it into the dark corner of the wall.

Vincent's loyalty and obedience to the Scythe were truly heartfelt.

Obviously, he didn't have a lot of fun, but he still resolutely stopped.

"Sadaka, stop fighting, look at this!"

The orc didn't look back, but with a slight lift of his hand, he picked up what Vincent had thrown over the tip of his spear.

A strip of cloth with a bloody book written on it, with the smell of loved ones on it.

Then, the samurai, who was so fierce just now that even the demons were terrified, turned around in surprise.

Not far in front of him, a half-orc girl in a wheelchair was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Brother......

“……”

The spear landed, and in the face of the hundreds of skeletons and scythe trolls of the orc Sadaka, who did not take a step back, humbly retreated, half-kneeling, and made way for the lord.