"Hey, are you still alive?" Crick kicked down the Orc in front of him, who was at least a third taller than him, and pulled his sword out of his body, panting heavily as he shouted to the side.
"I'm still alive for now," Spencer answered, also panting. "But I'm not sure after a while."
"I cut down four, isn't that great!" Crick boasted proudly. "Actually, I can fight very well too!"
"Fight my ass! All of them were killed by me after I seriously injured them … "Spencer didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also secretly admired his friend's tenacious vitality and excellent luck.
Their troops had originally planned to charge directly at the Orc Emperor's position and try to behead him. But how could the Orc Emperor not see through their intentions? In the end, they had just started charging when the Orcs mobilized a centaur troop, each holding a shockingly long halberd, to forcibly stop the cavalry's charge.
Although with Spencer's amazing bravery and the knights' courage, they finally broke through the obstruction of these centaurs, but the Orcs' follow-up troops had already arrived. So they were in a tight encirclement, and fell into the predicament of being surrounded by the enemy.
The worst thing was that they couldn't charge.
On this tragic battlefield, cavalry who had lost their speed were simply live targets!
Fortunately, Crick was quick-witted, and immediately called for everyone to jump off their horses and become infantry. He also used the halberds taken from the centaurs to quickly set up a simple and unsightly defensive position. Fortunately, they moved quickly, and actually managed to seize the extremely short gap before they were surrounded by the enemy, no more than half a minute to complete this position.
Thus, they became a reef in the tide-like Orc army, meeting the raging waves again and again, but never being defeated or submerged.
The biggest contributor to this was, of course, Spencer. This young strong man who had already taken half a step into the legendary realm was indeed extraordinary. No matter how many enemies came, he could always wave his sword and stop the enemy's attack. Every time he injured an enemy to a certain extent, he would change targets. Since the start of the battle, not many people had died under his sword. On the contrary, the people who were in charge of finishing off the Orcs and following up had killed many of them. If they were civilians, just the number of Orc heads they had cut down in this battle would probably be enough to exchange for a job that would allow them to not starve for the rest of their lives.
However, he was already tired, and so were his comrades.
Perhaps they could still block one, two, three, five or even more waves of attacks from the Orcs, but there was no doubt that they were already in a dead end. It was just a matter of when and how they would die … that was all.
"Spencer, your sister's personality is not cute at all!" After repelling another wave of Orcs' attacks, Crick sat on the ground and panted heavily. He suddenly brought up an unrelated topic. "She's so beautiful, but why is her personality so terrible!"
Spencer sighed deeply. "I don't know either... Maybe this is fate."
"Your kung fu is so good, but why is your brain so stupid?"
"You're smart, but won't you be chopped into minced meat like me later!" Spencer said angrily. "When our heads are cut off and hung on some Orc's waist as trophies of war, will your smart head be more valuable than my stupid head?"
"... I don't like this ending at all. Novels that write such an ending will be criticized to death!"
"Life is not a novel, let's get over it... Here they come again!"
The knights, who had not even had time to catch their breath, got up one after another to greet the heavily armed elite Lion Men with big axes in their hands.
On the other side, in the sky, Leon gently patted the Griffin's back and ordered it to turn around and charge into the enemy's formation again.
Air force battles were the fiercest and fastest. Both sides charged at each other, and the opportunity to fight was often only in a flash. If one's ability was not strong enough, he might not be able to hit the enemy at all.
Air force instructors often laughed at soldiers who performed poorly in training. "With your ability, when you go to the battlefield, instead of thinking about how to hit the enemy, it's more reliable to just crash into them!"
In fact, in air force battles, especially large-scale air force battles, collisions were the most dangerous and the most deadly.
When two high-speed flying creatures crashed into each other, how terrifying would that be! Perhaps powerful Griffins and flying magical beasts could withstand such collisions, but most knights could not. Perhaps with just one collision, the knights would become dizzy and lose control of their mounts, and the mounts that lost control would return to their original nature and fight in the way they were originally good at, or they could directly escape from the battlefield until the knights recovered.
Therefore, in air force battles, both sides often charged at each other, and then a large number of mounts would entangle and fight in the air. A large number of mounts would scatter in all directions, and only a few could maintain their original formation and launch a second wave of attacks.
Those who could launch a second wave of attacks were the elites of the air force. And in the Eagle Kingdom's air force, there was a very glorious title called "Three Rounds."
The so-called "Three Rounds" meant that this knight could carry out three consecutive charges. The toughness of his body and the tenacity of his willpower were simply incredible!
And since the beginning of the battle, Leon had already charged for more than ten "Three Rounds."
He waved the scimitar that he had seized from the legendary assassin, and every time he charged, he would cut down all the enemies along the way. As long as they appeared within the range of his scimitar, not even a single enemy could escape.
Of course, not every enemy was fatally wounded. There were also many enemies who only suffered minor injuries and just fell down. But Leon, as an experienced air combat expert, was well aware of the essence of air combat. Every time he waved his scimitar, he had to ensure that he could definitely cut off the leather belt that the opponent's knight used to fix his body to the mount.
In the high sky, on the back of the galloping flying magical beasts, what would happen without this leather belt?
Of course, it would be directly thrown into the dumplings …
Therefore, he could very proudly announce, "Under my scimitar, no one can withstand a single blow."
Because even if they were not cut to death, they would fall to their deaths.
Compared to the tragic and chaotic fighting on the ground, the number of air forces was much smaller, and the number of elites was also much smaller. Leon consecutively charged more than 30 times, and each time he could kill a few enemies, he had already attracted the attention of the strong in the Orc army.
Especially in the last few charges, he was facing extraordinary air combat experts who could quickly adjust their state and recover for battle. Many of them were also quite famous in the Orc army and could be called part of the "strong" group.
But in front of him, under his scimitar, there was no difference.
"Who is that person?" The deerman mage in charge of the air force, the legendary strong Napoleon Juma, muttered to himself and asked the clerk beside him.
The clerk looked in the direction of his finger and saw a light cavalry riding a royal griffin, roaring in the sky and cutting down the strong in the Orc air force like dumplings.
That person was wearing a thief's leather armor and looked very shabby, but the scimitar in his hand was shining with a cold light. The style and the light of the scimitar looked a little familiar …
"Isn't that Lord Altair's scimitar!" He exclaimed. "Could it be that this person is Rion Leopard Killer, who killed Lord Altair?"
"Rion Leopard Killer … How dare he use this kind of thing as his surname?!" Napoleon muttered to himself, and his eyes became piercingly cold.
"Give the order to surround him," he said. "Find a master archer, and then find a mage who is good at air attacks."
"Sir … Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?"
"Carry out the order!"
"… Yes!"
Napoleon's order was quickly passed down. The Orc air force quickly approached Leon and started to attack him. On the ground, the master archers with magic bows and battle mages who were good at using super long-range magic sniping also gathered together. They cooperated with the siege of the air force and launched a sneak attack on him.
However, all these methods did not work at all.
Leon's strength had long exceeded the level that these methods could calculate. Although he was still hiding his strength and did not show his strong attack power, a top legendary master's perception of danger and grasp of timing had already reached an incredible level. He was now high up in the sky, and the attacks from the ground could not reach him quickly, which gave him enough time to dodge. As for the siege of the Orc air force … He actually hoped that the Orcs would surround him, so that he would not have to spend time killing them one by one.
The Orc air force gathered more and more, and Leon killed faster and faster. Gradually, the battle in the sky began to tilt in the direction of the Eagle Kingdom.
At this time, the chief commander of the Orc air force, Sir Napoleon, had already fallen into a rage. If it were not for the clerk holding his leg tightly, he would have jumped onto the flying magic beast and rushed to fight with that bastard "Leopard Killer" to the death, regardless of the natural defects of the deer people!
However, at this time, the battle on the ground had already turned in the direction of the Orcs' absolute advantage.
Although the two wings made up of a large number of believers of the God of Knights could still hold on, the center of the human army was gradually unable to hold on.
This was definitely not because the human soldiers were not brave or strong, but because their ability was really limited.
In terms of natural physique, the Orcs had some advantages over the humans. When the battle became like a meat grinder, this advantage began to gradually magnify. For example, if the human was stabbed by a spear, most of the humans would die on the spot, but many of the Orcs could still continue to fight.
In the past, the humans had relied on better weapons and stricter discipline to gain advantages on the battlefield. The Orcs often lacked the determination to fight to the death. They would get tired and run away after fighting. Often, a quarter of an hour ago, they were still fighting hard, and a quarter of an hour later, they were already running away. Most of the battles usually happened this way.
But this time, although the Orcs' equipment was still bad, and their discipline was still chaotic, their morale was always high.
The key to this was the emperor's flag that was slowly moving toward the center of the battlefield.
As long as the emperor was still on the battlefield, the Orcs' morale would always be high until they won or died.
Looking at the main battlefield that was gradually falling into decline, King Woods of the Eagle Kingdom was silent for a moment, and then he also issued a tit-for-tat order.
So, the Golden Crown Eagle flag also moved slowly toward the center of the battlefield …
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