Will the Orc Blade Saint be afraid of the spear array? Of course it is no. Known for his razor-sharp attacks and erratic footwork, the Orc Blademaster excels at melee and scramble. It's a pity that I couldn't jump and slash the formation directly, but I slashed and broke the enemy head-on, and the red-skinned people said that they could fight a hundred of them alone!

Swords and spears intersected, and the actual fight also completely proved that the red skin of the Fireblade Clan was not bragging at all. Unfazed by the spear that pierced them in front of them, they dodged the tip with nimble steps, and then swung their knives to grab the shaft behind the head. The barrel of the spear is made of hardwood, and can be easily severed by the attack of a broadsword. Then the sword light was retracted, and the surrounding guns were also cut off. Then he strode forward and took the human soldier with the gun in stride.

The minimum requirement to become a Sword Saint apprentice is to complete a breakthrough, and the low level of Black Iron can only be regarded as just getting started. With more than a dozen black iron rank red skins as the front, Rulin's spear was bald in a large area within a moment of the two sides fighting. The Soldier was also instantly transformed from a pikeman to a bacuette or bastard.

The green-skinned man who charged with the Fireblade Clan couldn't help but boost his morale. They screamed and attacked from the breach opened by the red skin. Everybody's brave!

Ochre roared and swung his broadsword. The two large exposed teeth trembled from the rapid breathing, and the red eyes became even more red from the blood that was about to splash.

Orcs are not vampires, but they are on par with vampires when it comes to bloodlust! Vampires see blood as the supreme food, while orcs see blood as an essential necessity in life.

Blood, especially the blood of the enemy, is the best decoration, the best dye, and the best drink. The orcs' favorite alcoholic beverage is blood wine, which is made from blood as a base, mixed with honey and other messy things, and then fermented. If you are splashed with the blood of the enemy in battle, it is undoubtedly the happiest and most honorable moment!

The long-handled broadsword turned into a piece of light, slashing his head and covering his face, enveloping the human soldier in front of him. The horror on the faces of the human soldiers was clearly visible, and the soldiers on the left could be seen raising their round shields to protect their comrades, and the soldiers on the right could be seen gritting their teeth and drawing the short knife at their waists.

- It's late, human! Die!

Ochre's body sank slightly, and his center of gravity shifted downward, making himself stand more stable. Its arms bulged, and it added another force to the broadsword.

After hacking the human in front of him, he turned around. Use the shape of the rotation to avoid the front of the round shield, then drag the knife up to kill the one on the right, and then smash down to slash the one on the right - Whirlwind Slash, this is the sword technique that Ochre expected to perform, and it is also the basis of the Orc Blade Saint's swift attack.

Ochre can't match the redskin of his own race in strength and physique, but he is quite superior to his own in speed and dexterity. In its hands, the Whirlwind Slash can exert a power far beyond that of its kind, and everywhere it goes, it must be a river of blood!

- When!

There was no splash of blood, there was a glimmer of golden-red sparks. The long-handled broadsword in his hand does not convey the strong feel of the blade into the flesh, but transmits a hard and huge reverberation.

The soldier with a frightened face just now stumbled and was replaced by an old human man with a gray beard. The old man was dressed in gray leather armor, and he held a long-handled axe in his hand to hold the long-handled broadsword that he swung. At this moment, the blade of the axe and the blade were tightly snapping together, making a screeching sound and a flash of golden-red sparks from time to time.

Ochre looks down on humans, but it knows that the strongest among humans should not be underestimated. Feeling the sturdy feel coming back from the long-handled broadsword, it immediately confirmed that the old human man in front of him with white hair had a strength that was not inferior to it, and it should not be underestimated!

- Only by killing such an opponent can you boast of capital!

Ochre grinned the most, but its smile was so hideous that it was uglier than crying.

"Human, give your name!"

The white-haired human old man narrowed his eyes, as if surprised by the orc's questioning.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Ochre spoke up again: "Report your name, human!" I can make your death less painful! ”

"Humph!" The white-haired human old man let out a cold snort of disdain, his face was pale, and his expression was high, "I am your god of death!" ”

The next moment, a fierce collision erupted between the long-handled broadsword and the two-handed battle axe. The sound of metal clashing sounded continuously, as if it was like a long roar.

Not far from where the two men met, the heavily armored knight raised his sword and met the red-skinned orc. The knight's sword and knight's shield form a solid wall, firmly blocking the flying sword.

A little farther away, the blue-blue sword qi crisscrossed and circled a large area of snow-bright sword aura. The three firebladed orcs encircled by the sword qi let out a manic roar. They rushed left and right, trying to break through the blockade of the sword qi, but each impact was in vain, only adding a few wounds to their bodies.

The redskins were stopped, and the strong men of the human race targeted them all from the spear array.

The orcs of the black iron rank have an advantage over the town guards and militiamen of the unranked rank, and some of the strong ones can even try to open the Wushuang! In addition, it is the Sword Saint apprentices among the orc elites who are charging into the formation, if they are allowed to rush into the spear array, then the spear array will collapse in a few breaths!

Fortunately, there were not too many sword saint apprentices on Dongqiu, so they were finally stopped.

The battle between the Black Iron Ranks was not intense, nor was it much to watch. However, from time to time, the sword qi that will miss and the sword light that swings in the air fly out, and there is no strength of the same level, so it is better not to watch as much as possible. If you are not careful, you will be injured, and you may even die directly. Before you know it, the gap between the fights becomes a "safe passage", and the greenskins who arrive along the passage begin to charge towards the spear array.

In fact, the "safe passage" is not safe, and it can change from moment to moment as the two sides move. The orcs in the front row don't want to be "spectators", but they can't stand the orcs in the back pushing forward one by one, so from time to time there will be orcs stepping into the range of the strong men on both sides.

The strongest of the human race will give it a touch when they see the green-skinned orc, and they will open and close without any worries during the fight, for fear that the aftermath of the splashing attack will not be able to greet the orc. And the fireblade orcs also don't care about their own fighters, they are bent on fighting with their opponents, even if they see their own people in the range of the attack, they will not hesitate to attack.

The orcs who stormed the spear phalanx had to not only face the spears of human soldiers, but also keep an eye out for the flying swords and swords. As the line of orcs who launched the charge gradually lengthened.

At the same time, the scattered goblins seem to be barely on their feet. The "big man" stopped the humans, which made the goblins, who were afraid of the weak, see an opportunity and gradually began to gather. When their numbers rise to the point where they can be grouped together, they begin to follow the "big guys" and storm the spear array.

Goblins are very short, about the height of a human. Wielding a jumble of weapons, they attacked from the flanks of the spear array. Although it only takes a small part of the manpower to stop these small monsters of combat scum, the spear array is still inevitably shaken. Originally, it was only barely able to resist the impact of the orcs, but now it has become even more shaky.

At this moment, a long horn suddenly sounded. The sound of the trumpet was thick and majestic, like the low roar of a beast.

The orcs who were fighting hard suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the movements of the humans seemed to become lighter with the sound of the horn, and the weapons smashed on the opposite side became a little heavier during the fight. The screaming goblins instinctively felt fear, and vaguely felt the ground begin to tremble beneath their feet, and the rhythmic tapping sound came from far and near.

Ochre threw a punch and slammed into the side of the tomahawk with a "bang". Under its heavy blow, the tomahawk swung away, and the gray-haired human old man retreated a few steps in succession with facial twitches, his staggering steps as if he could fall at any moment. Ochre immediately seized the opportunity, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand stabbed straight out, cutting the old man's throat. But before he could straighten his arm, he was swept by the swinging tomahawk in a small half circle, and fell on his head with even more ferocious might!

"When", "When", "When".

The three crisp metal clashes represent three different responses from Ochre.

The first is parrying, where the long-handled broadsword flips over to fend off the tomahawk's slashing with the thickest position on the back of the knife. This is followed by unloading, deflecting the slash of the tomahawk and unloading the power of the attack. Finally, it pushes back, turns the blade, and slashes down the handle of the tomahawk. As long as it is implemented, then there will be an extra severed palm on the ground!

Several encounters had already made the old human man with white hair figure out the orc's routine, and he also flipped the battle axe, hooked the long-handled broadsword with the slightly upturned edge of the axe, and then flipped back to fight.

The two-handed tomahawk and the broadsword were once again bitten together without any fancy fancy, and the owner of the weapon roared at the same time. Both arms exert force at the same time, and both try to suppress each other through force.

The faint sound of percussion gradually became clear, and the dense and rhythmic sound was like a war drum!

The old man with white hair was familiar with the sound of a horsehoe touching the ground, the sound of a cavalry charge.

"Suffer death! Brute! ”

The white-haired old man roared with confidence, for he had seen his cavalry troops enter the scene.

The leading cavalry commander raised his sword and swung it down. Brilliant silver brilliance bloomed on the long sword, turning into a brilliant brilliance that enveloped the entire cavalry unit.

As the silver brilliance fell, the cavalry in the front row also raised their long swords. A cyan aura rose from the long sword in their hands and gathered on the long sword held high.

The wandering Mana in the space began to stir. In the invisible world, the same formless and insubstantial threads of law are being compiled. The threads of the law are intertwined and bound to each other, and soon outline a quaint text. The words disintegrate at the moment they take shape, but the power they represent remains.

The sudden throbbing in his heart made Ochre quickly unload his strength and retreat. In a hurry, the blade of the axe slashed through, leaving a narrow wound on its left arm.

Ochre didn't care about his injuries and quickly looked back. Immediately, it saw countless wind blades.