"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The royal guards holding up their tower shields stepped over the fallen Dovinian heavy swordsmen and crashed crazily into the oncoming orcs and goblins. Suddenly, they were extremely bloody.
A scene appeared. These royal guards armed with swords and shields (the royal guards would abandon their spears and replace them with long swords when fighting hand-to-hand) were like hedgehogs, killing any orcs or goblins who dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
Crash into a bloody gourd.
"Ouch!" The giant troll, stimulated by the blood and trauma, got up dizzy. It vigorously waved the war hammer in its hand and slammed it at the royal guards who had just arrived.
"Bang!" Seeing that the situation was not going well, the royal guards smashed their shields into the ground at an angle and held on tightly.
"Boom!" There was an explosion. The warhammer in the giant troll's hand now only had the hammer handle. The hammer head, which was a mixture of iron and wood, flew and exploded with sawdust under the impact.
"Poof!" The royal guard behind the shield felt uncomfortable at the moment, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily. It was obvious that the giant troll's blow had caused him internal injuries.
"Kill!" Several royal guards swarmed forward, and the long swords in their hands were filled with various kinds of fighting energy, leaving deep bone-visible scars on the giant troll's body like a hot knife cutting through butter.
"Heavy cut!" The bright light of the war energy flame flickered, and a royal guard raised the long sword high above his head. As the skill was activated, the war energy flame extended several meters along the tip of the sword.
"Ouch!" The sword light disappeared in a flash, and the giant troll blinked its big eyes, only to realize that one of its legs was missing.
"Boom!" Like pushing down a jade pillar from a mountain of gold, the giant troll's huge body fell to the ground.
The royal guards did not reject the idea of beating a drowned dog. After being stabbed randomly with more than a dozen long swords and spears, the poor troll had already had countless holes opened in his forehead, and the smelly blood and brains were scattered everywhere...
"Get out!" Roland swept away the Tianling Cap of a half-orc with his sword, and kicked away the half-orc who wanted to knock him down. He didn't even look at what he was made of. He actually tried to fight against him? Who is Roland? Three
Although the level 4 Holy Knight is not very powerful, he is not someone you dare to tease!
"Bad luck!" After killing several orcs and goblins in a row, Roland looked helplessly at the arms and legs hanging on his body and cursed. Although most of the orcs and goblins couldn't do anything with these iron cans from the coalition,
But they can disgust you!
Roland felt nauseated as he sniffed the orc blood that seeped through the gap in his helmet. He could have vomited out last year's New Year's Eve dinner, let alone the overnight meal...
"Bang!" Another reckless Goblin pounced on Roland. Regardless of race and background, just looking at this Goblin's appearance like a suckling swallow returning to its nest, those who didn't know better thought Roland was a pervert.
Well, is it okay for the goblin to throw himself into his arms?
"Fuck! Kaji!" Roland angrily grabbed the goblin who was hugging him tightly on his chest and pushed his head to the stone paved floor. All the muscles in his body exerted force instantly! With the blessing of fighting spirit, brother
Brin's head exploded like a white-skinned and green-flesh watermelon.
"Ouch!" Roland couldn't help but retched, he was careless! He didn't dodge! A ball of brains hit me in the face... This was the last thought in Roland's mind.
"Ugh..." Roland lifted up his helmet and vomited violently. It was so disgusting! He had never been so disgusting during the Battle of Gushan! Roland had always charged on horseback as a knight, and this was his first time participating.
This kind of hand-to-hand combat involving mincing meat was the first time his face was covered with brains.
"Gan!" Roland wiped his face with his blood-stained hands, then looked down at his hands...
"???Ugh! Ugh~" Roland lay on the ground again...
"Your Highness? Your Highness!" Kaslo subconsciously turned his head during the battle to see that he had to pay attention to Roland's condition at all times. This was an instruction given to him by Archduke Nyx and it was also his duty. It would be better if he didn't look at the result.
... Damn it! Where is my king? Where is my big, hot king?
"Where's the king?" Kaslo rushed like a bull in heat and grabbed the fiercely fighting Ormsk and asked.
"???" Ormsk.
"Where is the king?" Ormsk turned around and looked around. Roland was nowhere to be seen when he looked around blankly.
"Fuck! What am I asking you? Where is the king you are looking at? Where is His Highness!" Kaslo grabbed Ormsk's neck protector. He followed Roland all day long and learned Roland's love for certain plants, and
expressed.
"What else am I asking you? Aren't you a personal guard? Where is the person you are looking at? Where is such a big living person?" Ormsk also panicked.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Search for His Highness! All Lagrand soldiers obey orders! Search for His Highness!" Seeing Ormsk's confused face, Kaslow didn't bother and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Guard the formation! Look for His Highness!" Ormsk also shouted, damn! What if His Highness has some shortcomings... Ormsk shuddered and dared not think about it anymore.
…
At this moment, Roland was lying on the noisy battlefield. He finally controlled his churning stomach and wanted to stand up. When he was looking for his helmet and looking around, his little heart was shocked again. It turned out that he was lying on the dead man's body.
On top of the pile, the ground was already densely covered with the corpses of goblins and orcs. These corpses had been trampled for a long time by Lagrand's tin cans during the melee. The scene was really a bit restricted... At this moment, Roland could only
I wanted to say that I would really appreciate it! Then I lowered my head again under the tangy smell and found a slightly cleaner place to spread my bile...
…
"What happened? What happened to King Roland and the others?" Balin looked at the restless human army and wondered. He didn't know why he had a bad feeling in his heart, because he found that the Lagrand soldiers who were attacking with great momentum were even more ferocious than the dwarves.
They actually started to defend. They stopped advancing and even retreated. This exposed the dwarf's flanks and made the dwarf look stupid...
"Ouli! Ouyin! Floy! You are here to command me! Come with a few people and come with me to have a look!" Bahrain said quickly, what happened to stop the human army from moving forward? No way? No way
? It shouldn’t be so unlucky, right? Bahrain has a bad premonition in his heart. Apart from external forces, the only thing that can stop the army is internal factors. In terms of external forces, it’s not that Bahrain looks down on these miscellaneous fish. If the orcs of Gambada Fortress
Balin still glanced at them, these bastards from Moria...then only the internal factors were left. The only thing that could make such a big difference was that there was something wrong with the coach...King Roland...what happened?