Under the dim sky, Talinnam stood up with difficulty, drew out his knight's sword, and faced the roaring group of green-skinned orcs one by one.
"Lady of the Lake, I will protect the glory of Bretonnia with my blood. For the king, for the sacred oath, I will do it until death."
On the ground stained red with blood, Talinnam prayed silently.
In an instant, the knight's sword burst out with a dazzling golden light, and the armor on his body was shrouded in a soft silver light. It was the familiar power that Talinnam could feel, which he had gained in the decisive battle with the Undead Army.
The power returned again. It was like a pair of invisible big hands gently protecting me. Confidence and strength all surged into my heart, allowing me to temporarily forget all fears.
The next moment, thousands of orcs roared and rushed forward.
However, just as Talinnam was preparing to fight with determination to die, the sound of thousands of horses galloping could be heard behind him.
It's the King! It was King Victor Charles who led the Holy Grail Knights to launch a countercharge. They showed almost no signs of fatigue and quickly retreated after making a sharp turn. Before the orc army could gather, they launched another short-distance charge.
Facing the roaring orcs, the Bretonnian knights bravely rushed forward. Talinnam stood in the crowd, surrounded by flying blood and soil. The horses' hoofs stepped on the flying mud, and the blood of the orcs shot into the air.
Holding the sword tightly, Talinnam joined the battle on foot. He saw the fire dragon flag of Duke Barnesto and the king's vulture flag. The war horses neighed and the figures of the knights crossed each other. Under the dim sunlight, the orcs
Fighting with human knights.
Talinnam raised his sword, cut off the arm of an orc infantry, and then kicked him to the ground. Before he could finish the attack, another orc warrior rushed up from one side. Talinam dodged sideways and dodged.
After passing the orc's machete, he flipped his wrist and the knight's long sword made a gorgeous half-circle in mid-air. Under the buzzing sound, the knight's sword shining with golden light sliced off the orc infantry's head with one strike.
Hearing the sound of arrows whizzing above his head, Talinnam quickly squatted down, picked up a large orc shield and covered it on his back. The next second, the arrows shot towards the ground and stuck in the wet ground.
On the ground, several rounds were still inserted into the corpses of dead orc infantry. However, none of the rounds hit Talinnam.
He only felt lucky that maybe the Lake Goddess was protecting him again. However, before he had time to think about it, the orcs pounced on him again. He could only bend down to dodge one axe, and then another. The force was so heavy that Talinnam raised it.
The long sword blocked, but the power from the battle ax cut him to the ground. Talinnam was half kneeling, holding the sword with both hands, tightly blocking the ax blade. In the bloody light, he could see clearly that it was a black man.
The orc. A scar ran from his eye to his chin. The black orc roared wildly and chopped down with almost no fighting skills. Each ax was powerful enough to cut through the steel plate. Talinnam parried and was cutting
At this time, behind the black orc warrior, the war horse neighed, and a knight from the Kingdom of Bretonnia whizzed past with a long sword in his hand, and beheaded the big black orc warrior with one sword.
There was no time to say thank you, so Talinnam could only continue to fight. Without a horse, he was in a terrible state. Several times, the charging knights almost knocked him down.
Fortunately, the shining golden knight's long sword and bright silver armor allowed the knights to see him on the ground in advance, and passed by Talinnam just before the collision.
He moved sideways behind an orc infantry, grabbed the orc's hair, and ruthlessly cut the opponent's throat with the long sword in his hand. The warm blood dyed Talinnam's hands red, and the blood made his palms slippery.
He couldn't even grasp the sharp sword in his hand. During the melee, Talinnam's calf was stabbed by a goblin, but with a backhand, he grabbed the short goblin and stabbed it ruthlessly with the long sword like a monkey.
Intestines and blood flowed out from the goblin spearman's abdomen, flowing all over the floor...
An orc warrior roared and slashed at him. Talinnam dodged back and smashed the orc's face with his iron-covered fist. Blood spurted out from the orc's smashed face again and again until the orc's nose bone was broken.
His eye socket was dented. The next opponent was an orc. He stabbed the opponent's chest with his sword, but the furious orc caught the blade with his bare hands, roared, and snatched the knight's sword away. The sword tore the orc apart.
palm, but the orc warrior seemed to be unaware of the pain and attacked violently.
The embarrassed Talinnam could only draw out the dagger he carried with him to fight. He bent down to avoid the orc's chop, rushed up with small steps, and before the orc had time to withdraw his battle ax, he stabbed him in the eye socket with the dagger.
inside.
The orc screamed, Talinnam pulled out the dagger, and stabbed wildly, until the orc fell under him, unable to breathe, and a large amount of blood flowed from his eyes to his face, neck and chest. He took back the knight's sword, Talinnam
He stood up unsteadily, and around him were more and more corpses, including human knights and green-skinned orcs.
I don’t know how long the fight lasted in the dark. Finally, the sound of war drums, fighting, and roars gradually subsided, and the world became peaceful again. Talinnam, who was exhausted, could not hold on any longer. His physical strength reached the limit, and he fell down with his sword.
Among the mountains of corpses.
Under the setting sun, the Bretonnian battle flag fluttered in the wind. A knight in gorgeous armor passed by, "We are victorious, Lord." He reported, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Tarynnum nodded feebly. He saw endless orc corpses piled into hills. Bretonnian infantrymen also held iron swords and spears, poking at the dead greenskin corpses to ensure that they were real.
It's absolutely dead.
The saints comforted the wounded on the battlefield. A priestess with long hair walked up to Talinnam, asked softly about his injury, bandaged him, and used herbal juice to stop the bleeding.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected her outline. For some reason, Talinnam only felt that Innia's face appeared in front of his eyes... He wanted to reach out and touch her, but his reason told him that the person in front of him was not Innia.
, it was someone else... The moment before his fingers were about to touch the priestess, Talinnam stopped. It was all about his will that he pulled himself back to reality. They repelled the green-skin tide, that's all. There is no Inni here.
Ya, there is no Rose Knight... Talinnam forced himself to admit it.
"Lord Talinnam, the king has summoned you."
After the priestess bandaged the wound, the knight in fine armor returned and appeared in front of Talinnam. Only then did Talin see clearly that he was a Holy Grail knight. Moreover, he was the king's personal attendant.