The earth was covered with a dim yellow light, the overgrown wasteland was silent, there were only a few dilapidated cabins in the distance, the deserted fences were covered with moss, and the once fertile fields were occupied by all kinds of wild plants, and even the muddy paths could not be found.

At this moment, it is already evening.

"Roar―――――――― roar ――――――!!!!!!!"

The serene silence was broken by the roar of the wild, and the smoke of dust rolled up, and the sound of heavy footsteps rattled haphazardly across the earth, full of terrifying wildness.

The orcs were running in stride across the wilderness excitedly, their mouths wide open and their yellow-stained teeth bared, their tongues sticking out, and their eyes full of indescribable energy, rushing forward, one step slower.

In front of them, too, there was a group of men, running as if they were dying, dressed in the same tattered as the orcs—or even more so - with their arms swinging like propellers, panting loudly as they ran aimlessly ahead.

But compared to the joy of the orcs, they may not be so happy.

The elderly, children, the sick, the disabled, the weak-willed. Not a single one of these people.

There may have been, but those people have been "eliminated" in this ultimate long-distance race, and in the miserable howl, they have become fragments and bones abandoned in the wilderness.

You can't expect the orcs to be kind enough to bury their food in a dignified manner, and not wasting it has always been one of their great virtues -- just like we do with other livestock.

Perhaps in the eyes of some scholars who have studied this very deeply, there is no difference between the two - they are both the same to make another race their own food for survival, and the purpose and behavior are the same. But as a human being, as a member of humanity, to watch one's fellow human beings go from being a living person to a mess, torn, smoked, and thrown into a pot...... If there is no such sadness and heartfelt anger in the depths of the heart, who is qualified to call oneself a "member of the human race"?!

This is the strife between the races, either you die or I live.

The fleeing people were running, desperately running, they didn't even look back, they just stared at the distant horizon tightly, lifted their sore and swollen feet, held their chests out, gritted their teeth, and the desire of life allowed them to reach their full potential.

I don't know when I'm going to be left behind, I'm going to be caught, I'm being fought over and then I'm going to be turned into a severed wreck, I'm going to be a delicacy in the belly of those demons, but if I run, I'm going to have a chance if I run down!

In order to survive, there is already nothing! Only by surviving can we regain everything that belongs to us!

And in the hearts of the orcs, these humans are their most haode meal, and the empty stomach is the driving force for chasing, and they are eager to be able to have a full meal, and eating full is the greatest enjoyment on this shijie!

The chiefs needed slaves to graze, to farm, to build tools, to build houses for the orcs, so these damn slaves couldn't be eaten all, they had to be captured and put back to work.

It's always okay to eat a few, though, right?

The once rich farm, now withered and dilapidated, overgrown wasteland, a desperate chase between life and death, is in full swing, the most incompetent actors, with all their might, to this vast world to show the most bloody, naked absurd "story"!

And just behind a small back slope not far from here, dozens of knights in bright armor were riding on the backs of their war horses.

A bright helmet, dressed in a thick burqa, and the heavy chain armor on the body was not only of good quality, but also reinforced with cascading pieces of iron on the shoulders, chest and arms. Even the war horses are covered with armor, which can be said to be fully armed.

The young squire, clutching the spear in his hand, trembled his body, his eyes did not leave the orc in the distance for a moment, his teeth clenched, hatred and anger brewing in his heart.

The pony under the crotch may have felt the anger of its owner, and kept snorting and snorting, snorting, and kicking its front hooves back and forth on the ground.

"Be quiet!"

A knight on the side whispered, glaring at the little squire, but saw that the other party was looking at him without backing down.

"Your Excellency!" the attendant shouted impatiently, "Your Excellency!"

"Be quiet!"

The knight said it again, then turned his head away from him.

The lost little squire lowered his head unwillingly, his eyes looking at the weeds under his feet, as if he wanted to rush out immediately.

But he also knew that if he was alone, not only would he not be able to save the poor people who fled, but he would also get in with himself, just giving the orcs one more prey.

He suddenly felt very sad, how could he be so cowardly, his own compatriots were right in front of him, but he didn't even have the courage to rush out, and he kept making excuses for himself!

You're a coward!" the little squire shouted in his heart, accusing himself of cowardice.

"Sometimes, waiting is more testing than charging. ”

The knight's faint voice came from the front, causing the little squire to raise his head in astonishment.

"Irresponsible bravery does not prove the glory of a knight, and whether he can make his own judgment rationally is also one of the criteria for measuring himself. The knight turned his head slightly, glancing at him: "You have to learn to use your brain, you are a knight, remember this! ”

"Adult ......"

"So trust my judgment. The corners of the knight's mouth slowly loosened: "Remember, charge after me, don't fall behind!"

"Understood!"

The little squire slammed his right hand the chest, and looked up at the knight with a resolute face.

"Very good!"

The knight nodded, glanced at the knights next to him who were parallel to him, nodded to each other, and then calmly pulled out the sword at his waist and raised it above his head!

"Raise the flag ――――――!"

"Ha--!!!"

With a dull shout, several knights standing on the edge raised the flag in their hands high, the rectangular flag danced like a dragon snake in the wind, and the golden cross on the white background was shining!

Knights of the Dawn!!!!

The banner of glory made the blood of these brave people boil, and the silent hearts swelled with incomparable passion!

Even if the battlefield is stained with blood, the glory of the past can still make people excited!

"Knights of the Dawn!" shouted the knight, "Raise the gun!!!"

"Ha--!!!"

Simply and neatly played a beautiful spear flower, the sharp riding spear was raised vertically above the head, and the sharp and narrow tip of the spear formed a gun forest that shocked the enemy's courage.

The knights formed a formation, moving slowly, their proud hooves trampling on the ground and walking up the back slope.

The golden glow of the setting sun shone on the knights' bodies, like a silk cloak, and the sharp tips of the spears shone brightly in the sunlight.

"For the Empire, for the Glory, for the Great Glorious Cross," the knight sang, singing the glory of the past.

"Knights of the Dawn ――――――, charge--!!!!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, all the knights rushed down the back slope almost at the same time, and with a loud roar, they rushed towards the orcs not far away.

The sound of horses' hooves that shook the earth caused the chasing orcs to gradually stop, and to the shouts of a few men who seemed to be the leader, they gradually approached, put their weapons or shields in front of them, and then slowly gathered together.

This is one of their usual tactics, and against the charging knights, the shield wall of orcs is an impregnable wall, allowing anyone who is not afraid of death to smash into a pool of flesh in front of them.

They have succeeded, and more than once.

This time, though, it seems a little different.

Almost instantly, these heavily armed knights were rushing in front of them! like the thunder of judgment, faster than any knight they knew!

Radiant Cross ――――――――!!!!!!!

The tall war horse, like an ancient monster, charged violently with the might of the enemy, swept through the billowing dust and smoke, and the wind brought up made it difficult to even breathe!

As the orcs looked stunned, these brave and fearless knights had already crossed their array, leaving behind a pile of corpses with spear barrels and broken arms that had been trampled into flesh.

Fear, let them crumble..................

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The battle was over, and the Knights of Dawn dismounted from their horses, leading the gray-haired knight as they proceeded with the aftermath.

"Take a few people to clean up and bury the body. The knight gasped, took his helmet in his arms, and commanded his men: "Otherwise, they will find us with the smell of blood!"

"Understood!" a young man next to him immediately replied, and took a few brothers to start working beside him.

"Your Excellency!" the little squire ran from the side and saluted the knight excitedly.

"It's still alive!" the knight smiled and patted the little squire on the shoulder: "That's good! I think it won't be long before you can be promoted!"

"I will personally preside over the canonization ceremony for you. ”

The knight solemnly promised, looking at the child who had not yet grown up with satisfaction.

"I'll be a real knight!" the little squire nodded, "I swear!"

"Hmm!" the knight gave the little squire a look of encouragement.

The refugees on the side wept endlessly, and the surviving people hugged each other, crying, crying heartbreakingly, and the grief also infected the knights next to them.

They were glad that they had finally escaped, and they were so grief-stricken that they had nothing left but this life?!

"Your Excellency. A knight of dawn on the side, seeing him coming, hurriedly bowed his head in salute.

"How's it going?" asked the knight in a whisper, keeping his head down and trying not to let the refugees notice, "How's it going?"

"Nearby, an hour's walk away, it's a small village with two hundred orcs. The Knight of Dawn bowed his head and replied, "Do you want to go?"

"............" The knight did not answer, but furrowed his forehead tightly, his eyes constantly changing as if he was struggling, clenching his fists tightly and clenching his teeth.

But soon, he let go of his palm and let out a long breath.

"Let's send them to the fortress first. The knight said, "We are still too few in number when we come out this time, and if we divide our forces to protect them, even we ourselves will be in danger!"

"But those ......"

"Alright, don't think about it anymore!" the knight pressed his shoulders and bowed his head tiredly, "Let's pray to Heaven to bless them!"

After saying that, he spread his shoulders and swayed towards his warhorse, still holding his helmet in his hand.

"Your Excellency!" cried the Knight of Dawn, "Is this really the right thing to do?!"

"You say, are we really the knights doing this?!"

"Things are hard, child!" the knight stopped and sighed, "We are knights, but we have to face the reality that dying is easy and honorable. But to live is to have hope!"

"We are all mortals, not saviors!"

(This chapter - alas, I originally wanted to write a little passionately, but the more I wrote, the more depressed I became, twilight!)

Forget it, I hope you will give more tips and recommendations, Kongkong has really come up with a lot of skills!)