When the White Wolf Knight rushed out of the tower, this was the scene that greeted him.
On the other side of the mountain, a violent and furious horn sounded. Groups of Orcs appeared on the horizon. The Minotaurs advanced in an orderly manner. Tens of Horned Beasts moved their muscular bodies. The Chaos War Hounds charged into the camp of the Merchant Band and tore the limbs of the mercenaries and guards.
The leading Orc King had a human head on his huge horn. Laing recognized that it was the head of Gray Blade Bill.
It was a foolish idea to divide the troops.
Under the command of the Orc King, the Orcs charged into the battlefield in groups. They broke through the weak defense of the mercenaries, and their rusty axes were stained with the blood of the Humans. The Merchant Band, which was left with only 20 to 30 people, suffered heavy losses. The endless Orc army made everyone feel hopeless.
Mather could feel the barrel of the gun burning. His mind was getting dimmer and dimmer. He hadn't slept the entire night, and he had fought one battle after another. This ordinary high-ranked guard felt his limbs go numb and his body go limp. Just as he raised his gun, he was sent flying by the Minotaur that was charging at him.
Oliver's bodyguard fell to the ground in the distance like a rag. His long gun fell not far from him. Mather felt as if his body was falling apart. His entire body was filled with pain, but he knew that he couldn't fall down now. He struggled to crawl forward on the ground, trying to reach for his long gun.
His gloved hand slowly reached for the long gun.
His palm was getting closer to the gun. Marther used his last bit of strength to reach for the gun.
The thick black ox hoof stomped down, and the musket was crushed. Mather's hands made cracking noises.
It was the Orc King! The Beast King with huge horns smashed the gun under its feet. It grinned evilly and twisted its clavicle a little. The sound of bones being crushed and the screams of the guards struck the hearts of all the humans present. The Beast King with huge horns grabbed Marther's body like a little chick and tore it in half in front of everyone's eyes. The hot blood dripped onto the ground and made a sizzling sound. This terrible scene made everyone's expression change drastically.
The morale of the Humans was collapsing, but their rationality told them that they couldn't escape because they would die faster. They fought and retreated across the frozen river, trying their best not to be drowned by the filthy Orcs.
"Foolish … Humans!" The Orc King threw the corpse into the crowd of Orcs. The Razorbeasts and Chaos War Hounds swarmed forward. The Humans could only see pieces of flesh and bones flying into the sky.
Marther's head was still alive.
"Madam Trovic, run. I'll cover you." The little mercenary, Banda, waved his two-handed greatsword in despair and barely managed to block the machete of a horned beast. He stretched out his leg and kicked it away.
"Run? Where can I run to?" Teresa's face was pale. She hurriedly took out a bottle of potion and drank it hastily. Then, she raised her wand high up. The blue Mana caused a powerful snowstorm. In an instant, a few Horned Beasts and tens of inferior Horned Beasts were torn to pieces. The Minotaurs, who were charging at the front, had no choice but to retreat.
Icicles fell from the air like a rainstorm. The strong snowstorm was getting stronger in the winter environment.
The distance between the two sides increased, and the battle seemed to be in a stalemate. However, Teresa knew that her Mana was limited. After releasing Spirit Shriek yesterday, she didn't have enough Mana to release another snowstorm.
Laing, where are you?
After hesitating for a while, the sorceress said softly, "Run."
"Hmm?" Everyone in the Merchant Band looked at the sorceress in disbelief. Oliver asked in disbelief, "Madam Trovic, what did you say?"
"I said, I'll raise an Ice Barrier. Take advantage of this time and run!" The sorceress looked determined. She turned around and looked at Wayde. "Wayde, I said I'd give you an explanation. I'll give it to you now. I can't leave Laing behind in the tower. Leave this place to me!"
"But …" The people in the Merchant Band were still hesitating, but their wandering eyes exposed their thoughts.
"Cut the crap! Hurry up if you want to run! My snowstorm is almost over! "Teresa said calmly." I have a way to escape. "
As soon as the sorceress finished speaking, the entire caravan fled. Even the little mercenary Banda, who admired her the most, was forcefully taken away by Wayalt. They rode on their horses and galloped away, leaving the goods behind. Only Roste alone carried the box containing the Sea Heart Stone.
The Merchant Band's figures turned into black dots and disappeared into the distance. When the last black dot disappeared from the Sorceress' sight, the snowstorm ended.
"Charge! Charge! Kill them! Kill them all! "The Orc King waved his weapon with all his might. The Orcs were bloodthirsty.
Teresa recited an incantation, and a huge Ice Wall rose along the Ice River. The Orcs crashed into the Ice Wall and were pierced by the spikes. More Orcs used their battle axes and spears to attack the Ice Wall. Especially the Orc King. Every time he attacked, more cracks appeared on the Ice Wall.
"Why aren't you running?" Teresa took out a scroll carefully. The powerful Mana on the scroll allowed her to return to Skydome Castle in an instant. The sorceress was about to tear it open when she noticed Emilia standing behind her. Her slender figure and golden hair danced in the snowstorm like plum blossoms swaying in midwinter.
The cracks became bigger.
"I don't want to run anymore. I've been running for so many years. My father died under the Axe of the Orcs. Perhaps this is the fate of our family." Emilia took out the Longsword from her back and passed it to Teresa. Then she drew the rapier from her waist and said, "If I die, please keep this rapier. Don't let it fall into the hands of the Orcs. You must have a way to escape, right?"
The Ice Wall started to crumble.
"… if you must." Teresa was about to receive the rapier when a piercing sound came from above the Ice River. The two of them looked up and saw Laing riding on Pinecone. He held his Hammer in both hands and slid down the Ice River. He stopped in front of the two of them and said, "Ride my horse and run!"
"Laing? What about you? "The sorceress was surprised to see Laing, but she was hesitant and unwilling.
"Quick! What can you do now? " Laing carried the two of them onto the horse and stuffed the reins into Teresa's hands as he said, "Quick! I'll try my best to stop them. Run! "
Humans were like that. Even Emilia, who had made up her mind to fight to the death, was shaken by the sudden appearance of hope.
"Good! Promise me, Laing! Come back alive! " Teresa knew it wasn't the time to be hesitant. She held Emilia's hand tightly and turned her head to shout.
"Good, I promise you. Let's go!" Many parts of the Ice Wall were shattered. The Orc King raised his Battle Axe and charged at them. Teresa spurred her horse. Pinecone was a highland purebred horse. She carried the two of them and disappeared from Laing's sight.
The White Wolf Knight nodded and turned around. The Orc King walked in front of him.
"You're … the White Wolf Knight, the best … sacrifice! Bale told me … to take you down! " The Orc King waved his hand to signal the Orcs to retreat. The Eight Pillars insignia on his body was glowing with glaring red light.
The Blood God was reminding him that the Human was the best sacrifice. Offer his skull to him!
At the same time, Ryan was sizing up his opponent.
The Orc King was different from any other Orc King that he had seen before. Besides the two large horns on his head, there were four horns on his face and the back of his head. His face looked like a crazily growing filth. He held a Battle Axe in one hand and a Machete in the other. His strong muscles and huge body suppressed Ryan's vision, and the White Wolf Knight's mental state was under heavy pressure.
On its horns and chest, there were all kinds of skulls, all of which were from humans. The string of skulls was its way of proving its honor to the Blood God. The eight pillars that symbolized the Blood God's faith flashed with red light and shone directly on Leon's body.
The White Wolf Insignia in Laing's sea of consciousness was also glowing.
"I see. I don't have to search for it. The skull that the Lord wants is right in front of me."
It was a fair and unfair battle. Laing was alone while there were at least 500 Orcs. From his father's knowledge and experience, Laing didn't have to defeat that many enemies.
The Orc King wouldn't allow other Orcs to interrupt his ritual.
The Orc King raised his Battle Axe and gestured for the Orcs to retreat. He wanted to obtain the skull of the Knight as the best sacrifice to the Blood God Khorne. He had heard of the Human's story and knew that the powerful Orc leader, "Sharp Fangs" Gor, was killed by the Human. If he could obtain the skull, it would be a delightful experience.
The Orcs looked greedily at Laing's skull and retreated unwillingly. Soon, only Laing and the Doomsday Bull were left in the mountainous area in front of the Fortress.
"I … Doomsday Bull Thaus, you … White Wolf Knight … name?" In the cold wind, the Orc King stood in front of Laing and looked down at Laing.
As expected, it was an Apocalypse Bull, the highest ranked and most powerful existence among the Taurens. It was said that every Apocalypse Bull was born from endless filth and evil, and their only goal was to kill all non-clawed people.
The weakest Doomsday Bull had a challenge level of Legendary Beginner. This Doomsday Bull might be even stronger.
"Ryan the Sledgehammer, son of Norman, Lord of Ortney." Ryan gripped his warhammer tightly and muttered to himself, 'Father's son.'
"Next … opponent …" The Orc King, or Doomsday Bull Thaus, wasn't in a hurry to attack. He opened his bloody mouth to let Laing see his fangs. Thaus took out a necklace from his waist and said, "You … will be the next one."
Clayon took a closer look, and his pupils immediately widened in pain and surprise. What Tavus was holding in his hand was none other than a bunch of knight badges.
Laing saw the Empire Knight badge with a golden double-headed eagle, the Brittany Knight badge with a lion's head, and the Nord Knight badge.
"This is … the best offering we've ever had." Thaus took out a skull from his chest and showed it to Laing. "This is … the Knight of the False God in the lake that excites men every day. Before killing him … I chopped off his limbs and watched him in despair … begging his lady … to save him. Hahahaha, I could feel the False God's helpless gaze … watching me. That made me happy. And you … will be the next one."
"Haha," Laing took out a big horn from his ring and showed it to the Doomsday Bull. He didn't show any signs of weakness as he said, "This is the horn of Sharp-Toothed Gol. It's a pity that his head was crushed by me like trash. But it's okay. Soon, your horn will be added to my collection."
Thick water vapor spurted out from Thaus' nose and covered his face. His blood-red eyes told Laing that he was enraged. There was a brief silence on the ice surface. Laing lifted his head and looked at the terrifying Doomsday Bull. Thaus lowered his head and looked at the young White Wolf Knight of the Nords Kingdom.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" The Doomsday Bull was the first to attack. His thick and huge toes stepped on the frozen ground, stirring up blood and mud. Laing took a deep breath and charged forward.
What his father and adoptive father taught him was never cowardice and avoidance.
Thaus arrived first and swept his powerful battle axe. Laing immediately ducked and dodged. The strong wind from the battle axe swept across Laing's face like a knife, but he didn't have time to care about it. The White Wolf Knight's battle hammer immediately met the Doomsday Bull's machete on the other side. The hammer and blade collided and sparks flew. The huge force from his wrist made Laing's hands tremble slightly. His whole body took two steps back.
His efforts were not in vain. Thaus also took a step back under the White Wolf Knight's strength that exceeded the limit of ordinary humans. The huge bull's eyes were filled with disbelief. It had never seen a human with such strength at this age.
"Phew … you … are … very strong … the head … is very expensive!" Thaus' face was full of bloodthirsty pleasure. It stuck out its tongue and licked it greedily. It tasted the blood in the air with a moving fragrance.
Laing was silent. He stretched out his hand and wiped the head of his battle hammer. Lightning appeared on the head of the hammer and surrounded the golden battle hammer. His blue eyes emitted a dazzling white light under the powerful psionic energy. Light blue psionic energy gushed out from his body and gradually formed a layer of light blue protective shield composed of standard hexagons outside his body, enveloping Laing.
This was Laing's second harvest after meeting with his father that day – Psionic Shield.
He was also ready.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Human!!! "
"Go to hell! Dirty monster!! "
The battle started again.
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