"Hey, are you still alive?" Creek kicked down the orc in front of him, who was at least one-third taller than him, and pulled the sword out of his body, breathing heavily and shouting to the side.
"Still alive for now." Spencer also panted and replied, "It won't be certain after a while."
"I cut down four of them, how awesome are you!" Crick boasted proudly, "Actually, I'm also pretty good at fighting!"
"You can beat me! They were all done by you after I was seriously injured..." Spencer couldn't laugh or cry, but he also secretly admired his friend's tenacious vitality and excellent luck.
Their troops originally planned to directly attack the location of the Orc Emperor and try to behead him. But how could the Orc Emperor not see their intentions? As a result, just as they started to charge, the orcs mobilized a troop of centaurs, each holding an astonishingly long halberd, to intercept the cavalry's attack.
Although with the astonishing bravery of Spencer and the desperate courage of the knights, they finally broke through the obstruction of these centaurs, the follow-up troops of the orcs had also arrived. So they were trapped in a tight siege and fell into the dilemma of being surrounded by enemies.
Worst of all, they failed to charge.
On this tragic battlefield, the cavalry who lost their speed were simply living targets!
Fortunately, Creek had a flexible mind and immediately called on everyone to jump off their horses and change their jobs to infantry. Moreover, he quickly set up a crude and unsightly defensive position using the halberds he seized from the centaurs. Thanks to their quick actions, they actually took advantage of the extremely short gap that lasted no more than half a minute before being surrounded by the enemy to complete this position.
As a result, they became a rock in the tide-like orc army, facing the stormy waves again and again, but they were never defeated or submerged.
The biggest hero in this process is of course Spencer. This young strong man who has already half-stepped into the gate of legend has extraordinary strength. No matter how many enemies come, he can wave his sword to contain the enemy's attack. And he is not fond of fighting at all. Every time he wounds the enemy to a certain extent, he changes the target. So far in the battle, not many people have died under his sword. On the contrary, the people responsible for finishing the damage and following up have gained a lot. As for the civilians, just the heads of the orcs they chopped off in this battle, when the battle credits are tallied, are probably enough to exchange for a stable job without starvation for the rest of their lives.
But he was tired, and so were his comrades.
Maybe they can still block one, two, three, five or even more waves of attacks from the orcs, but there is no doubt that they are in a dead end at this moment. It's just a matter of when and how to die... that's all.
"Spencer, your sister is not cute at all!" After repelling another wave of orc attacks, Creek sat on the ground and panted, suddenly talking about an unrelated topic, "She is so beautiful. , Why is your character so bad!"
Spencer sighed deeply: "I don't know... maybe this is fate."
"You are so good at martial arts, but why are you so stupid?"
"You are smart, why don't you be chopped into pieces like a fool like me!" Spencer said angrily, "When our heads are cut off and hung on some orc's waist as trophies, you Is that smart head worth more than my dumb head?"
"...I don't like this ending at all. If you write such an ending in a novel, you will be criticized to death!"
"Life is not a novel, just be open-minded... Here we go again!"
The knights who had not had time to take a few breaths got up one after another and greeted the group of elite lion men who were fully armed and holding big axes.
On the other side, in the sky, Leon patted the griffon gently on the back, ordered it to turn around and reenter the enemy's formation.
Air force battles are the most ferocious and swift. The two sides charge at each other, and the chance of fighting is often only a flash of light. If you are not strong enough, you may not be able to attack the enemy at all.
Air Force instructors often laugh at soldiers who perform poorly in training: "With your abilities, when you get to the battlefield, instead of thinking about how to hit the enemy, it is more reliable to just hit the enemy!"
In fact, in air force battles, especially in large-scale air force battles, collisions are the most dangerous and cause the most casualties.
What a terrifying force it would be if two high-speed flying creatures collided! Perhaps the powerful griffins and flying monsters can withstand such a collision, but most knights cannot. Perhaps with just one collision, the knight will become dizzy and lose control of the mount. The lost mount will return to its true nature and fight in the way they are originally good at, or simply flee the battlefield until the knight recovers.
Therefore, air force battles often involve two sides charging at each other, and then a large number of mounts entangle and fight in the air. A large number of mounts scatter in all directions, and only a few can maintain the original formation and launch a second wave of attacks.
Anyone who can carry out the second wave of attacks is the elite of the Air Force. Among the Eagle Kingdom's air force, there is an extremely glorious title called "Three Rounds".
The so-called three rounds means that this knight can carry out three consecutive charging operations. His physical strength and tenacious will are simply unbelievable!
Since the beginning of the war, Leon has charged for more than ten "three rounds".
Wielding the scimitar he captured from the legendary assassin, he cuts down all enemies in his path with every charge. As long as he appears within the reach of his scimitar, not even a single enemy can escape.
Of course, not every enemy is fatally injured, and many enemies are only slightly injured and just fall down. But as a senior aerial combat master, Leon is well versed in the essence of aerial combat. Every time he swings his sword, he must ensure that he can cut off the leather strap that secures the opponent's knight's body to his mount.
In the high altitude, behind the flying monster beast, what would happen without the belt that fixed the body
Of course I will just eat the dumplings...
Therefore, he can proudly declare: "No one can win the sword of a certain family."
Because even those who were not hacked to death were thrown to death.
Compared with the brutal and chaotic fighting on the ground, the air force is much smaller in number and has far fewer elites. Leon charged more than thirty times in succession, killing several enemies each time, which had attracted the attention of the strong men in the orc army.
Especially in the following few charges, he faced aerial combat experts with extraordinary strength and ability to quickly adjust their status and resume fighting. Many of them are also well-known in the orc army and can be regarded as part of the "strong" group.
But in front of him and under his sword, there was no difference.
"Who is that person?" Napoleon Ramie, the legendary strongman and Deer Mage responsible for commanding the air force, pondered and asked the secretary beside him.
The secretary looked in the direction of his finger and saw a light cavalry riding a royal griffon, roaring in the sky, cutting down the strong men in the Orc Air Force like dumplings.
The man was wearing thieves leather armor and looked really shabby, but the scimitar in his hand shone with cold light. The style and light of the scimitar looked a little familiar...
"Isn't that Lord Altaïr's sword!" he exclaimed, "could this man be Rean Killer Leopard who killed Lord Altaïr?"
"Lian Shabao... How dare you openly use such a thing as your last name?!" Napoleon pondered, his eyes turning cold and biting.
"Order to encircle and suppress him." He said, "Find archers and mages who are good at anti-air attacks."
"Sir...is this too much fuss?"
"Excuting an order!"
"… yes!"
Commander Napoleon's order was quickly conveyed, and the Orc Air Force quickly approached Leon and launched a siege on him. On the ground, sharpshooters holding magic bows and battle mages who were good at using ultra-long-range magic snipers also gathered together to cooperate with the air force's siege and launched a sneak attack on him.
However, none of these methods worked at all.
Leon's strength has long exceeded the level that these methods can calculate. Although he has still hidden his strength until now, so that he has not shown a strong attack power, the legendary peak powerhouse has a sense of danger and a grasp of timing. It has reached an incredible level. He is currently at high altitude, and attacks from the ground cannot reach him quickly, giving him enough time to dodge. As for the siege by the Orc Air Force... He actually wished that the Orcs would surround them so that he would not have to spend time cutting them down one by one.
The Orc Air Force gathered more and more, and Leon killed faster and faster. Gradually, the battle situation in the sky began to tilt in the direction favorable to the Eagle Kingdom.
At this time, Lord Napoleon, the commander-in-chief of the Orc Air Force, had already fallen into a rage. If the secretary hadn't hugged his leg tightly, he would have jumped onto the flying monster regardless of the deer man's physical defects and rushed towards it. Go up and fight to the death with that bastard "Sha Bao"!
But at this time, the battle situation on the ground has changed in a direction that is absolutely beneficial to the orcs.
Although the two wings composed of a large number of believers of the God of Knights can still hold on, the center of the human army has gradually become unable to hold on.
This is definitely not because human soldiers are not brave or strong, it is because their abilities are limited.
In terms of innate physique, orcs have some advantages over humans. When the battle turns into a meat grinder-like melee, this advantage begins to gradually increase - for example, if they are stabbed by the same shot, most humans will die on the spot, but Many of the orcs can still continue to fight.
In the past, humans relied on better weapons and stricter discipline to gain advantage on the battlefield. The orcs often lack the determination to fight to the end, and they get tired and sleepy and run away while fighting. Often a quarter of an hour ago they were still fighting hard, and a quarter of an hour later they were already running like wolves. The vast majority of battles usually come about this way.
But this time, although the orcs' equipment was still poor and their discipline was still chaotic, their morale was always high.
The key reason lies in the emperor's banner that is slowly advancing towards the center of the battlefield.
As long as the Emperor remains on the battlefield, the orcs' morale will remain high until they are victorious or dead.
Looking at the main battlefield that was gradually declining, King Woods of the Eagle Kingdom fell silent for a moment and issued a tit-for-tat order.
Therefore, the golden-crowned eagle flag also moved slowly towards the center of the battlefield...