"What is this? The smell of new wood, the smell of tender grass, the wind at the end of spring, and the smell of the sea. It's too clean. The smell of too clean always makes people uncomfortable. " There was a low voice in the forest, and the gloom of the forest gradually brightened, and a fire gradually spread in the gloom. Wherever it passed, the trees burned and the grass turned to ash. Then a black shadow emerged from the fire. A rough hand pressed on the trunk of a tree. The hand was covered with thick hair. It didn't look like a hand at all, but more like a claw.
The claw of a beast.
Sparks floated up from the hair from time to time. After leaving the hand, they fell to the surroundings. When they fell, the sparks would shine and finally turn into a flame. Many flames gathered together and formed a flame, so the surrounding trees and grass also began to burn.
In the fire, an orc looked at the ruins of the city in the distance and said in a low voice, "Clean things should not exist. Blood and flames are our hotbed. Destroy, burn, tear, and perish. My army, my minions, kill all humans! "
More monsters surged past the orcs, merged into the Black Tide in the wilderness, and gathered in the direction of the city ruins.
The people in the ruins were fighting with their lives on the line.
Orlando had to use the complex environment of the ruins to the greatest extent to affect the charge of the Flame Knight group. The Steel Cavalry had to slow down in the ruins, and because of the terrain, they were separated from the previous dense formation. But even if a flame saber was broken down into daggers, daggers were still daggers, and daggers were still much sharper than shovels and hammers. What's more, the ones holding these daggers were ruthless killing machines, and the ones holding the shovels were civilians.
In comparison, it wasn't strange that humans were almost being slaughtered.
But Orlando couldn't accept it.
So he was almost risking his life. While acting as a warrior to kill the enemy, he also had to command the people to fight and retreat.
He didn't know how long he could hold on, but now, he would hold on as long as he could.
Orlando let out a long roar, and the iron spear in his hand was like a rainbow. He dragged the spear and attacked. The spear was as powerful as thunder, and three Flame Knight's chests were pierced with one spear. He lifted his leg and kicked the corpse away. He landed on the ground, his heart pounding wildly. Then, he gradually calmed down, but he was still panting heavily. There was no time to rest. From the start of the battle, he had struck again and again with his spear. His Origin Energy was being consumed at a frightening rate, and he had not yet stepped into the threshold of Level 30. Naturally, he could not absorb Origin Energy from the void to replenish himself.
This was very fatal. Orlando had already consumed seventy to eighty percent of his Origin Energy. Now, even if he used the remaining Origin Energy to escape, he didn't know if he could escape.
Of course, he didn't plan to escape.
If he escaped, the rest of them would die even faster.
A few Flame Knight rushed out from an alley on the left. Orlando took a deep breath and rolled on the ground. The iron spear in his hand swept across the ground, sweeping across the horse's leg. Immediately, the sound of bones breaking rang out. The front hooves of the horses were broken, and they tumbled to the ground along with the Knight. Orlando bounced up from the ground and stabbed with his spear, stabbing the Flame Knight to death one by one. Just as he heaved a sigh of relief, he heard someone shout, "Be careful!" A Knight rushed over from behind and stabbed Orlando in the back with his spear.
Someone jumped down from an abandoned building on the right and pounced on the Knight, knocking him off his horse. The Knight punched the man away, then raised his spear and threw it. The spear nailed him to the wall, causing blood to flow endlessly.
Orlando roared as his spear stabbed out violently, piercing through the Knight's chest. When he pulled it out again, it wasn't blood that sprayed out of his chest, but a liquid similar to magma. The Knight staggered and fell down.
Someone ran over from the side. Some of these people were city residents, some were soldiers, but everyone's faces were black and red. The black was mud, and the red was blood.
"My lord, we can't do it anymore. We're surrounded."
Orlando leaned on the ground with his spear and asked, "How many more people are there?"
"That's all, my lord."
Orlando glanced around and felt an incomparably heavy feeling in his heart. At most, there were only three to four hundred people here. As for the soldiers, there were even fewer. Of the two thousand soldiers, there were only about thirty of them left. Orlando took a deep breath. The wounds on his body ached faintly. He straightened his body and said, "Everyone, we can't leave anymore. We will all die here today. It is my honor to be able to fight to the end with you brave people! "
"Us too, my lord." A blacksmith raised his hammer and shouted, "Let's fight to the end!"
"Fight to the end!"
The sound of horse hooves rang out, and groups of Flame Knight flew over from the surrounding alleys. They sealed off all paths of retreat. Then there was the sound of wings flapping, and countless fire children filled the sky. In the end, the figures of the Fire Horned Demon could be seen on the buildings in the ruins.
Orlando and the others had nowhere to run.
"Kill!" Orlando roared. His spear was like a dragon as he rushed towards a group of Flame Knight.
The sounds of killing behind him shook the heavens.
The Flame Knight began to charge forward. The fire boy threw down fireballs like rain, and the Fire Horned Demon pounced down from various buildings.
Death came head-on.
However, at this moment, the Flame Knight in front of Orlando suddenly staggered. Then, a ferocious heavy sword swept out from the chest of the Knight at the front, cutting the Knight into two. Behind the fallen Knight was a man standing on the chariot. His entire body was covered in spiky armor, a cloak burning behind him, and the heavy sword in his hand was stained with the Knight's' blood '.
Suddenly, the ground behind him arched up. Someone drilled out from the ground and flew straight into the air. Sparks continuously fell from the sky. The fireballs thrown by the fire boys were driven by a force field and flew backwards into the sky. A moment later, the sky exploded repeatedly, and the continuous fireballs turned the sky into a sea of fire.
From the hole in the ground that had been broken open, Fire Horned Demons continuously drilled out. The people were shocked, thinking that a new enemy had joined. However, these fellows with horns on their heads, human hands, and ox hooves welcomed their own kind and wrestled with the wild beasts that had pounced down from the buildings.
Orlando couldn't help but be stunned. Even he couldn't tell what was happening in front of him.
Then, he heard a voice behind him, "Leave this place to us. Hurry up and leave."
The man standing on the chariot said.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Hillon. I was ordered by His Highness Allen to protect his territory and people."
"Ai … Allen?" Orlando almost thought he had heard wrongly.
"Get out of here."
Despite the strange situation, Orlando knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for long. He immediately called for the rest of the people to leave with him.
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