western border.
It was midsummer, and there was a scorching smell in the scorching wind.
Knight McCull knew that it was the smell of a corpse burned by flames.
Looking at the gradually extinguished flames in the distance, Knight McCull walked forward numbly.
"My lord! Let's wait and see, the orc army may not have left yet..." The soldiers behind him stopped the Custer knight.
Knight McCull froze for a moment, then nodded.
A group of people walked forward cautiously, carefully hiding their tracks.
After confirming that the orc army had left, they quickened their pace.
The further you go, the more intense the smell of scorching.
Immediately afterwards, they found the first body, lying in the stream that surrounded the village.
There is a narrow stone bridge over the stream, and a dozen dead people are hanging from the bridge.
After crossing the stone bridge and moving forward, we saw the burning village.
There was no screaming, no crying, just a dead silence.
Burnt corpses can be seen everywhere, but it has been unable to make Knight McCull feel angry.
After all, they have seen too many such scenes in this journey.
Their former homeland, now the Western Territory, has been completely reduced to a hell on earth.
Knight McCull only hated himself for not dying in the battle in the Tianduan Mountains. That way, at least he wouldn't have to suffer any more.
Now the only belief that supports him to live is revenge!
Take revenge on the orcs!
Even though he knew he was seeking his own death, Knight McCull had no intention of backing down.
His comrades-in-arms, his family, and his city have all been reduced to ashes in front of the orc army. Knight McCull only wants to seek relief, and if he can pull a few more backs before he dies, that is for him The greatest consolation.
A wooden house collapsed in the flames, raising waves of white smoke.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Knight McCull and his party tracked the traces of the orc army and continued on their way.
All the way east.
As the sun was sinking to the west, Knight McCull and his party heard the faint cry of killing again.
"My lord, Little Rock is ahead, the territory of Viscount Custer..."
Knight McCull nodded, but did not speak.
He knew Viscount Custer, and secretly loved Viscount Custer's daughter, but he knew that he was not qualified enough, so he never dared to express his feelings.
If he could do it all over again, Knight McCull would not hesitate, because the woman he admired had already died on the battlefield of Tianduan Mountain Range.
Looking at the smoke column rising from the sky above Little Rock, Knight McCull knew that the city had been occupied, but he still leaned over without hesitation.
Crouching in the grass, Knight McCull and his party tried to hide their whereabouts as much as possible.
When they got close to the south gate, with the afterglow of the setting sun, they could see that there were hundreds of civilian corpses piled up at the gate.
Blood has already stained the land red, and even turned the road into the city into a quagmire.
The movement in the city clearly shows that the orcs are massacring the city.
Screams, roars, killing sounds... It seemed to be the sound from hell.
Knight McCull's breathing became heavy, and he was about to rush in to kill himself, but his companions behind him stopped him again:
"My lord, wait until it gets dark!"
Knight McCull stared at the little officer with scarlet eyes, but the other party just accepted McCull's gaze indifferently, and added after a long time: "Only by going in at night can we kill more orcs."
These words immediately made Knight McCull die down, and lay down in the grass again, staring at the direction of the setting sun, as if waiting for it to completely fall to the horizon.
Time passed bit by bit.
Knight McCull had never imagined that the evening would be so long.
But the dark curtain is still bit by bit, gently but firmly pushing the setting sun down to the horizon, and it is about to completely cover this land.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the gate of the city, and then a knight rushed out.
Behind him, seven or eight orcs followed closely.
"superior!"
Knight McCull didn't hesitate any longer, and rushed over with a roar.
Seeing that there was a helping hand, the orcs rushing out of the city immediately raised their fists and beat their chests, while roaring loudly, apparently calling for help.
In the blink of an eye, Knight McCull had already rushed in front of the leader of the orc, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake, pointing directly at the orc's throat.
And the orc didn't dodge or evade, swung the giant ax in his hand and slashed at Knight McCull.
This is fighting on the battlefield.
There are no fancy moves, and it is a life-threatening style of play from the very beginning.
There was a taunt at the corner of Knight McCull's mouth, and the scarlet in his eyes became more and more intense. He was short and curled up like an ape, just avoiding the orc's giant axe, and he used his forward force , as if thrown into the arms of the orc, the long sword in his hand firmly pierced the orc's throat.
The orc roared wildly, and even before he was completely dead, he slammed his right fist at Knight McCull.
Boom!
Knight McCull raised his arm to block the blow, but even with armor protection, he could clearly hear the sound of his left forearm breaking.
With a muffled grunt, Knight McCull rolled on the ground, dodging an ax thrown down by the orc.
"Roar-"
The orc swung the ax a few more times, and finally died.
The knight who escaped from the city saw that Knight McCull had dealt with the strongest orc Skull Crusher among the pursuers, and immediately lifted his spirits, and immediately said loudly:
"Go! Don't stay long!"
Turning his head around, Knight McCull finally recognized that the knight rushing out of the city was the lord of Little Rock—Viscount Custer.
A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, obviously disdainful for the lord who abandoned his people and territory, turned around and rushed to the orcs to pursue them again.
Viscount Custer saw that this group of people rushed to Little Rock City instead, and was immediately anxious. Seeing a group of orcs rushing out of the city again, he rushed over to grab Knight McCull, and said anxiously:
"Let's go! Little Rock City can't hold it anymore! Even if you go in now, you will die!"
Knight McCull turned back coldly, glanced at Viscount Custer, and said:
"It is better to die in battle than to run away!"
Viscount Custer was stunned for a moment, but he was not angry at Knight McCoy's rude remarks, but lowered his voice again, saying:
"I was already planning to die in Little Rock, but just now I received a letter from Her Majesty the Duke. She is summoning all the warriors of the Western Territory who are still willing to fight to Wind's Rest!"
"My lord duke!" Knight McCull was stunned, and his eyes that were originally dead had regained their brilliance. "My lord duke, is she still alive?"
"Of course I'm alive! I think the Lord Duke is planning to stop the Lord Orc in Wind's Rest, so instead of sacrificing your life here in vain, you might as well follow me to find the Lord Duke!"
Knight McCull was no longer stubborn this time, and immediately roared:
"withdraw!"
A group of people immediately rushed towards the direction of the mountains and forests, and disappeared in the dark night in the blink of an eye.
But the sky of Little Rock City was illuminated even brighter by the raging fire.
(end of this chapter)