After breakfast, Raphael leaned leisurely against the fire, his eyes half-squinted and half-opened, not knowing what was going on in his head. Fabio was kneeling cross-legged on a mast outside the house, breathing in the howling winter wind around him, and the cold wind blew on his body, not the slightest cold, but made his whole body warm, and enveloped him in a layer of heat.

The soldiers outside the window swept away their previous decline because of the abundance of food, and everyone's faces were full of jade-like brilliance.

Rations, rations.

Putting grain ahead is enough to show its importance.

This is also the reason why Raphael tried his best to buy food, people can be short of money, but they can't lose their stomachs.

One is uncomfortable, the other is deadly.

It shouldn't be difficult to choose between them.

Leaning comfortably on the chaise longue made of the finest white tiger skin, the semi-circular arc, like a cradle gently pushed by his mother, a blanket flew from the hanger and covered his body.

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Unlike Raphael's comfort and comfort, Dybala Ottore had already gathered his generals early, and yesterday's battle had exposed their defensive flaws, leaving aside everything else, and the lack of weapons in the city's defenses alone was very fatal. This made their original great advantage not show up at all.

It's true that they didn't think about it properly, mainly because they still didn't think that the orcs would choose this time to attack. It's just that I didn't expect the orcs to attack them unprepared.

But while they were talking, the wallpaper hanging on the wall had an extra point of light, half blue, half red.

"What is this?" Because of this treasure, Dybala Ottore arranged for three soldiers to take turns to examine this impressive strategic map.

Although the soldier's tone was very soft, everyone present seemed to have heard it and looked away.

"It seems that the orcs still don't give up and want to explore our reality, but this time there is only one person, obviously the other party is very optimistic and trusting about this person's strength, thinking that he can complete this matter single-handedly." Myron Kellogg said aloud, his face looking calm and even a little cold.

"Confidence? Then we need to break the unwarranted self-confidence of the orcs. Let them know that we're not easy to mess with. Being looked down upon by his opponent like this made Dybala Ottore snort, and there was disdain between his words.

"Then let me see what kind of confidence this guy who is trusted by the orcs really has." However, the disdain above the words did not make Dybala Ottore really despise the other party. Since the orcs only sent one person here, it would definitely not be a burst of self-confidence for no reason.

Everyone moved to the city wall, thinking that the person who came must be mysterious and could not be traced. I never thought that the other party would come so unabashedly, with only a thin shirt on his body, and a pair of worn straw sandals under his feet, the straw shoes were very torn, and the exposed toes could be seen.

This man came slowly in the wind and snow. It seems that there is no one or anything in this world that can stop him, he will just keep going.

"Is this mocking me that there is no one in the Ottore royal family?" Not only Dybala Ottore, but the other people's faces were also bruised, as if someone had been beaten with a big ear scraper. The so-called lord humiliated the servant to death, and they knelt down one after another, asking to go to war.

At this time, life and death are no longer so important for those who regard glory as life.

"Bolton, let the orcs know what pride means death." Dybala Ottore decided to send this general, who had been fighting with him for many years.

It was a well-proportioned man with two huge iron balls hanging from his side, which looked extremely disproportionate. Hearing Dybala Ottore call to himself, the man immediately stood up and said yes. Then he rode out of the slowly opening gates. The iron ball was already in his hand, and when he was not far away, the man kicked his feet and jumped up from his horse.

The iron ball slammed down on Klatten's head, and the eyes of the men on the walls were fixed on the battle between the two men, as if the outcome of the battle had affected the entire war.

"Whoosh!"

There was a slight sound, but Clatten glanced up at Bolton, and the knife in his hand was gently raised upward, as if to repel a mosquito. And with this knife, the attack momentum of this seemingly quite brave warrior stagnated in an instant, and even the iron ball was cut in half, and blood and intestines were scattered all over the ground.

And Klaten seems to have just done a very trivial thing, just staggered the path and continued to move forward.

"What a fast knife!" Dybala Ottore also possessed the strength of the seventh order, although it was far away, but through the intuition of the martial artist, he clearly sensed the speed and ruthlessness of the opponent's sword.

Splitting a person into two pieces with a single knife is not only easy to achieve by brute force alone, but skill is even more important!

The other party is a good hand, and the confidence of the orcs does not seem to be without reason.

"Bradley, are you sure?" Dybala Ottore looked at the man, his face was very solemn at the moment, but he nodded in the face of the inquiry.

"Huh? Knife intent. Raphael, who was sitting on a chaise longue, slowly opened his eyes and looked through the window in the direction of the city wall, his face showing interest.

Fabio also retreated from his cultivation, a pair of sharp eyes flashed a hurricane, and then he saw him fall from the mast, gliding down like a hunt, and appeared directly at the city wall. Through Fabio's gaze, Raphael could see the changes in the battle situation very clearly.

"Deathblade Claten, I didn't expect this orc's future war commander to appear here." Raphael recognized this guy at once, this guy can be said to be a household name at the beginning, and he killed a queen with a harpy body with a single sword, you must know that this is not a cat or dog, it is a divine creature.

It was this creature with extremely tenacious vitality that was actually cut off by Klatten with a single knife, and some good people thought that this knife was enough to even cut the throat of some gods. Even some orc players think that this guy has a chance to sit on the high position of the orc god.

"Interesting, so interesting!" Raphael's heart fluttered a little for some reason. The blood in the body is also boiling. It was an excitement, a hope for the future. Unconsciously, he has thrown off most people, and can even be on an equal footing or even far ahead of these unattainable people at the beginning.

The fear of the future gradually dissipated, and there was more determination and passion.

Bradley, the Shield Swordman, held his sword in both hands, and walked forward slowly, like a male lion facing an alien male lion. Pacing, vigilant, cautious, careful.

Klatten slowly stopped at this time, and the wind and snow in the sky gradually became smaller at this time, as if he also wanted to take a good look at this battle this day.

I saw Bradley's eyes froze, and a ghost mask appeared on his cheeks, which made him a little more weird, and the two giant swords in his hands seemed to be entangled in a trace of mist.

Klaten still stood still, his gaze unchanged from beginning to end, only the hand holding the knife changed slightly, and it was obvious that both sides were paying attention to their opponents in front of them.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

Klaten took the lead in stabbing, sharp, fast, and absolute!

Bradley's shield sword ghost was not an ornament at the beginning, the sword in his hand formed a tight protective net under his dance, and Klaten's nirvana was disintegrated by him little by little.

Fight back, out of the sword!

The weapon that had been under attack seemed to have the effect of charging the other sword, and the sword body had been wrapped with dark gray ghost faces, which looked very terrifying, and there was a low whistling in the ears.

This sword, fast, accurate, and ruthless, went straight to Claten's arm, Klaten's offensive momentum at this time was about to arrive, and it was not easy to change his moves, and Bradley did his best to grasp the opportunity.

Klatten twisted his feet and moved his entire body into action. "Round Slash, One Sword!"

This is a trick created by Klatten, which pays great attention to the coordination of the whole body, which requires the exercise of one's own muscles to the extreme, otherwise this trick will rupture all the tendons in the body. But the lethality of this move is also very amazing.

"Ghost Rain!" A faint dark gray afterimage appeared behind Bradley, and the guy was also swinging a sword, the sword shadow flickered, and stabbed out quickly, like heavy rain crashing on the surface of a lake. And Bradley's sword speed is also fast, and it seems that both sides are shadows of each other.

Collision, a very violent collision sound suddenly sounded in the space where the two were fighting. The surrounding snow had dispersed, revealing the cold, stiff ground below.

Bradley wasn't in great shape at the moment, and he fell to his knees on one knee with a pale face, panting for air.

Although Clatten's face was also slightly pale, he stood still, only a few chips were cut at the corners of his clothes.

And just as he was about to take out the knife to deal with this guy, a figure suddenly appeared in the field, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Bradley, who was just kneeling on the ground, also disappeared with this shadow.

"That's a lot of speed." The fellow, who didn't speak much, spoke aloud, and then looked up at the city wall. The man who came to the rescue was none other than Fabio.

Although Diego Maradona was able to rescue Bradley through teleportation, if there was one flaw caught by the other party, it would be buy one get one free. A mage is often a headache when encountering such a strong opponent in close combat. Claten didn't have any equipment on him, but his body was enough to fit several pieces of magical equipment.

Not all high-level fighters are just high-level cannon fodder? If you must feel so, it must be in the wrong direction for your career change. Let's delete the number and rehearse it, Sao Nian.

Fabio's eyes were also looking at the orc with the knife, judging from the tricks that the other party had just cast, he asked himself if he couldn't win the other party, but Theodore's eagle itself was fast, not to mention that he advanced to become a furious wind walker. Besides, there is no need for him to have a hard fight with the other party.

"Claten, the game hasn't even started yet. It's not a good idea to be in too much of a hurry. Raphael stood on top of the tower and whispered.

Claten looked at Fabio for a moment, nodded at him slightly, then turned and left, just as he had done before, one sword, one man.

Although the faces of Dybala Ottore and the others were a little pale, they still endured it. Although Bradley's strength is not the strongest among everyone, it is already considered a top combat power, and even he is not pleasing to the other party. That is obviously not a very wise choice to send other people out of the field.

On the snow, Claten spat out a mouthful of blood, after all, he was not the original Death Blade, and now he was a little green in many ways.

Rafael asked Fabio to save Bradley, not just to sell Bradley a favor. At the same time, it is necessary to save the life of this death blade, if he has just made a knife, then he will show a weak flaw and be caught by Dybala Ottore. Raphael didn't want the new star to die here.

It would be a pity for such a person to die in such a childlike play.

Clatten took out a glowing herb from the cloth pocket beside him, chewed it, and continued in the wind and snow.

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"The orcs lost this time, and they shouldn't attack again so quickly. We should now hurry up and make improvised fortifications. Although everyone was not very interested in the battle just now, Myron Kellogg, as the chief strategist, still wanted to lift everyone's spirits at such a time.

"That guy was great, but he wasn't unharmed. I don't dare say that he will die, but I am afraid that it will not be easy to fight so smoothly in a short time. Bradley looked much better after drinking a bottle of potion from Raphael.

His injury is not serious compared to Klaten, who pays attention to attacking is the best defense. So under the attack just now, the weapon in his hand resisted a lot of damage for him. Klaten, on the other hand, relies on his body and his own agility to dodge his own attacks, so the injury will inevitably be more serious than him.

The reason why it was not mentioned before is that it can be regarded as a kind of sympathy between heroes. He knew very well that if he said that, Claten would inevitably die.

The other party is an opponent worthy of respect, and he should not die in humiliation under the knife.

If he could, he also hoped to be able to fight each other one day.

For glory is life!