"Speed up!" Roland urged anxiously, but in fact he no longer had any hope of revenge. The goal of his trip was already revenge. After all, after such a long time, even a brave ordinary soldier would...
"..." Apophis Breo followed Roland without saying a word, but silently urged the war horse to speed up a bit.
"Your Highness! Slow down!" Ormsk said anxiously. He didn't feel anything about those soldiers. After all, there are always sacrifices in war. It's just a matter of how many sacrifices. But Roland's safety is extremely important. Roland is currently
Without heirs, the safety of the entire kingdom depends entirely on him. If he leaves a son and a half, he will just let him wander away, but now it is absolutely impossible!
Roland, who was stopped by Ormsk, was forced into the middle of the team and was surrounded by cans. Although he felt at ease, he lacked the passion for charging that Roland wanted.
"Omsk, speed up! We don't have time to waste! Even if we want to take revenge, we have to catch those bastards by their tails!" Roland was confused by Ormsk's cautious advancement. Whose knights can move at a speed similar to walking?
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Ormsk's mouth twitched and he didn't speak, but he continued to advance slowly in his own way, focusing on being cautious and steady. After all, a king who was almost beheaded twice had no idea in his heart why he did this, and it's not like someone often becomes someone else.
The key target of the attack, how did King Théoden of Rohan die? Was it because he was too aggressive and played with the Nazgul, and he had never been against other Nazguls?
But King Theoden died after losing a battle with the Nazgul. It would be funny if Roland was killed by an orc. The bards of Middle-earth can sing this story until the world is destroyed. After all, they are under the protection of the Knights.
The king was killed by the orcs who used their fighting power... All the knights could commit suicide. No one who participated in the battle as a whole had the shame to live in this world.
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"Fighting warrior! Take the enemy chief directly!" Olaf swung his long sword, and the cold light illuminated the orc's frightened face.
"The lord said that he should attack the central army directly and kill the enemy chieftains! The thieves will be defeated without a fight!" Olaf's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.
The Lagrand people are martial. This group of northern "barbarians" believe in fists. It is the last word. These private soldiers who inherit the spirit of the Lagrand North King's Landing family are the barbarians among barbarians. The silver-grey Great Wall on the Northern Territory back then was
The warrior warriors and the green rushing infantry form the eternal nightmare of the orcs in the far north!
It is no exaggeration to say that the Fenwu warrior is the real weapon to get rid of "grey heads". The two-and-a-half-meter heavy-duty war weapon is a deadly weapon once wielded. No orc can block that terrifying edge. Killing people can be as easy as mowing grass.
No joke! Compared to the point attacks and line attacks of most soldiers, Fenwu warriors are one of the few units that can attack on a large scale, and they are cheap and easy to use. It is no wonder that the most common disease in the empire has been eliminated under the command of the Grand Duke of King's Landing.
The casual infantry has been completely transformed into these squishy output machines.
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"Damn it!" Ormsk's face darkened and he suddenly had a bad feeling. The corpses of the orcs in front of him seemed to foreshadow what would happen to the surrounded team...
"Speed up! They should be right in front!" Roland urged. The scattered orc corpses on the ground were traces of their pursuit. Following the large fallen branches and broken vegetation, anyone who was not blind would know the direction they were heading.
"Apophis, I think you are crazy! You really want to embarrass the Breo family of the Lion of King's Landing again! You actually let them chase you in this weather..." Roland said angrily while looking at the snow on the ground that was enough to reach his ankles.
, last night's snowfall caused the temperature to drop sharply, and the danger of pursuit in snowy weather undoubtedly increased greatly.
"If the orcs have no way out to die, do you also want the people of the kingdom to die?" Roland gritted his teeth. He really couldn't understand the mentality and motivation of Apophis Breo's order.
"I..." Apophis Breo opened his mouth and couldn't understand. Facts speak louder than words. No matter how he gave the order at the beginning, but now the soldiers can't lie when they run out, Apophis Breo feels wronged.
His original words seemed to be to chase those guys out of the country with caution... Who can tell me what prudence means? Is it prudence for ten people to chase nearly a thousand orcs?
"Don't let me catch you!" Apophis Breo was itching with hatred. Qiu Ba, who had misunderstood his superiors, would have known that he would have ignored this nonsense and left the matter of expelling the defeated troops to Renault and Luke.
·What a pair of brothers Leopold and Merck Leopold!
Apophis Breo glanced at Roland worriedly. He was still thinking about the quota in the imperial outpost in Roland's hand. That thing was the starting point for a powerful noble. Without it, the glory of the Junlin family would have been restored.
If this incident caused Roland to question his ability... Apophis Breo shook his head and did not dare to think about it anymore. He already wanted to crush these private soldiers who beheaded the orcs to death.
"Tsk!" Ormsk, who was walking at the front, was filled with fighting aura. He frowned and looked at the dead body on the ground with its arms and legs separated. He couldn't help but look back at Apophis Breo. This kid has two brushes! King's Landing
The family's private soldiers are indeed unique. There are basically no signs of resistance among the orc corpses in groups on the ground, indicating that they were violently killed in an instant! Moreover, judging from the twisted faces and crawling marks on their upper bodies,
These orcs did not die immediately but after a long struggle and shed their blood...
"The Lion of King's Landing is worthy of its name!" Ormsk sighed with emotion. Even the private soldiers trained by the declining Lion with limited resources were so fierce. It is hard to imagine that those brave soldiers on the Great Wall of the North were
What a heroic figure, and what a disaster that destroyed the empire...
"Alert!" Ormsk shouted as he raised his lance. Several figures seemed to be moving among the dead branches swaying in front of him.
"Don't, don't, don't! We're our own!" Two warriors jumped out, raised their war weapons with both hands high, and knelt in front of the knights.
"..." Ormsk jerked the reins and twitched his face several times. He was really shocked by the actions of these two people. Is it okay to just perform a "French" military salute?
"Huh?" Roland's eyes widened and the boss looked at Apophis Breo with disbelief. All his thoughts were written on his face. He almost pointed at Apophis Breo and asked, "Is this how you lead troops?"
"..." The corner of Apophis Breo's mouth twitched, and the lance in his hand was already a little itchy. How about stabbing them to death? Apophis Breo felt extremely embarrassed.
In front of all the members of the Holy Glory Knights, the two warriors here really opened everyone's eyes. After all, it is really rare for Lagrand soldiers to see such a unique scene.
"Who taught you to kneel like this..." Apophis Breo didn't care about overstepping his bounds, and asked directly in front of Roland, having already been kicked all over his face.
"Sir, we were afraid that you wouldn't be able to stop and would bump into you..." the two soldiers said timidly, like children who had done something wrong.
"Then where did this kneeling action come from?" Apophis Breo's voice was cold, and his eyes were already looking at the hearts of the two of them.
"Well... the captain said that there is gold under the man's knees, and he has no choice but to go against his will! Keep it as a useful thing and repay it in the future!" The two of them looked at each other and sold Olaf completely.
"Talents! You know the art of war!" Roland was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that there are such talents among the Lagrand soldiers who are not afraid of death. What kind of French style?