The collapsed city gate heralded the end of the siege battle and the beginning of even more brutal and bloody street fighting.
The orc army poured into Wind's Rest like a tide, completely covering the western capital with the atmosphere of barbarism and killing.
But after all, it is the largest city in the Western Territory. The garrison in the city still has a certain fighting capacity, and a large number of knights and soldiers who survived the front line have gathered. The resistance and fighting are still fierce, but the people in the city know very well——
Wind's Rest is over.
Next, the entire western region will be completely shrouded in darkness.
boom!
Knight McCull knocked down several wooden walls one after another, then staggered up again.
The armor on his body was already dilapidated and completely stained red with blood, but he couldn't tell how much of the blood belonged to the enemy and how much belonged to himself.
After the smoke and dust cleared, Knight McCull took a few steps forward while holding onto the wall, carefully identifying the orc corpse on the ground.
After confirming that the orc Skull Crusher was silent, Knight McCull breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, there was a burst of severe pain in his body, which made him grin his teeth.
"Ahem... are you okay?" At the other end of the alley, Viscount Custer limped over.
After seeing the corpse of the Skull Crusher on the ground, he paused with lingering fear, and then drew his sword and chopped off the opponent's head, as if he thought it was safe.
"The city is broken... what are you going to do?" Viscount Custer asked blankly.
Knight McCull picked up his long sword from the ground, but looked at the dense cracks on it, and threw it away again. In the end, he could only find half of the long spear that was still usable, and said lightly:
"Kill the orc."
Viscount Custer looked at the will to die revealed in the eyes of Knight McCall, his face changed for a while, and finally he said unwillingly:
"I'm going to Storm's End to see if Duke St. Grian is there!"
Hearing the name of the Duke of St. Grian, Knight McCull's eyes moved, but he soon returned to dead silence.
Perhaps for Knight McCoy, it doesn't matter whether Duke St. Grian is there or not.
Now that the orc army has entered the city, even if Duke St. Gerian is still there, it is impossible to turn the tide.
Moreover, Knight McCull didn't want to think about the name anymore.
They came to Wind's Rest under the call of the Duke of St. Grian, but if the Duke of St. Grian is not in the city...
Knight McCull was deeply afraid that after he figured out the truth, the image of that once extremely revered character would completely collapse.
He didn't have much to lose, but he still wanted to keep a positive thought in his heart for the paladin who led his army upstream when everyone was fleeing.
Viscount Custer looked at Knight McCull who left silently, and didn't say much.
In this doomed city, both of them are just poor wretches struggling in vain, trying to find some comfort before they die.
…
The blood-colored sunset reflected the capital city in the western region, and pillars of smoke shot up into the sky.
Countless screams, screams, and cries spread outside the city along with the warm summer wind, and the smell of blood permeated the air, making the orc soldiers besieging the city restless.
They kept looking at that tall figure, hoping that their emperor could see their desire for blood and killing.
But Emperor Saruman didn't pay any attention to the anxious soldiers around him, he just turned his gaze towards the direction of Wind's Rest, watching the raging fire continue to spread in the city, devouring more and more lives.
Finally, a messenger came running to Emperor Saruman, knelt down on one knee, and reported:
"Your Majesty! We have already entered Storm's End. There are only a small number of guards and servants in the castle, and the members of the St. Grian family have already fled!"
"Run away?" The corners of Saruman's mouth turned up slightly, both sarcasm and regret, "Where can he go?"
Emperor Saruman took a step forward, and the earth trembled and moaned under his heavy body:
"Warriors of the orc race, kill all the humans in this city! Dedicate their heads to the supreme god of destruction!"
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, a wave of orc armies swept towards Wind's Rest like a raging tide.
…
In the dark alley, Knight McCull found a piece of bloody flesh from an orc soldier.
He didn't know what kind of meat it was, but even if it might be a part of the body of his fellow human beings, the already hungry Makok Knight had no choice.
He stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Suppressing the urge to feel sick, Knight McCull tried to adjust his gentle breathing.
After recovering some strength, Knight McCull proceeded cautiously.
Another group of orc soldiers passed by, and Knight McCull hid in the shadows. Looking at the huge figure of the leader, the Skull Crusher, he hesitated and did not rush out.
Although he already has the will to die, Knight McCull will not act recklessly.
If he wanted to kill as many orcs as possible, he had to choose a smart way of fighting.
Over the courtyard wall, came to an empty courtyard.
Hearing the sound of chewing, Knight McCull took a few steps forward carefully, and found the orc soldier lying on a dead body and feasting.
Chi!
Knight McCull stabbed with his spear, but he didn't expect that the orc whose throat was pierced could still let out a desperate roar.
The sound of hurried footsteps kept approaching, and Knight McCull calmly identified his position, climbed over the courtyard wall again, and got into the alley.
After fleeing for a while, Knight McCull shook off his tail behind him.
He adjusted his breathing, his eyes wandered around, like a seasoned and ruthless hunter, looking for his next prey.
But immediately, his eyes froze.
Because, he saw a tall figure, the chief culprit who brought infinite calamity and pain to the people of the Western Region—
Orc Emperor, Saruman!
Knight McCull's eyes turned red instantly, and his breathing became short of breath.
But soon, he forced himself to calm down.
Although he knew that he would die if he went up, Knight McCull couldn't look away no matter what.
He knew that if he left carefully, continued the previous strategy, and kept assassinating the lone orc soldiers, he should be able to draw a few more backs before he died.
But at this moment, looking at the figure of Emperor Saruman, Knight McCull felt an irresistible impulse in his heart.
dash forward!
Even if he died in front of this Skull Crusher in the Sanctuary, Knight McCull would let his blood splatter on Saruman's face!
Let him know that there is no shortage of knights in the Western Region who dare to draw their swords against the Skull Crusher in the Sanctuary!
Knight McCull arched his waist, hesitating a cheetah that was about to prey.
Then, he rushed out like lightning!
At this moment, the pain all over his body could no longer affect the actions of Knight Makoo. He seemed to have recovered his fighting power at his peak. The half of the spear in his hand was like a blood-colored long dragon. It drew a ferocious arc in the air and rushed towards Emperor Saruman. And go!
Closer, closer!
Knight McCull had already seen the gaze cast by Emperor Saruman, it was the contemptuous gaze of an elephant looking at an ant.
But Knight McCull didn't flinch in the slightest. At the last moment of his life, he had decided to burn himself, blooming the brilliance that belonged to the knights of the West!
In a daze, Knight McCull seemed to see the dazzling brilliance of the setting sun in the sky suddenly bursting out. In the scorching light, a huge golden-billed kite bird was swooping down.
The world suddenly became quiet, and even the wind stopped.
An incomparably brilliant figure was clearly reflected in the pupils of Knight McCull, who was already willing to die—
Duke St. Grian!
(end of this chapter)