The ax wind stirred up sand and dust, and Thales had to close his eyes.

But he finally escaped the fate of being cut in two.

At the critical moment, a single-edged fighting ax swung from the direction of the campfire, slashing into the orc's unprotected armpit with an earth-shattering roar.

With the earth-shattering cry of pain, the red blood from the orc's body spurted out, covering Thales' face as he gasped in pain.

Fishy, ​​salty, pungent.

With this sword strike, the orc's rough giant ax came out of his hand, with an aura that was about to split the earth, sinking deeply into the sand and into Thales' left shoulder.

The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language. He turned around and swung his arms with thick thighs towards the owner of the fighting axe, but he nimbly avoided it.

"stand up!"

The powerful voice of the bald mercenary Dean rang out, which was extremely clear amid the shouts of killing around him, which made Thales feel refreshed.

"No time to rest!"

The power of termination flowed to the young man's back and chest, making his chest tightness lessened. Thales turned over, tremblingly holding on to the orc's giant ax, struggling with the force, wiping the blood on his face, and regaining numbness in shock.

hands and feet.

The orc who had his neck pierced by him still looked violent, ignoring the surge of blood from the wounds on his neck and armpits. He just roared words that Thales couldn't understand and rushed towards Big Dean.

The calm mercenary held an ax in both hands and rushed towards the orcs. However, when he approached, he rolled sideways and nimbly dodged the orcs' fierce attack.

"Hula, Nadalelis!" The orc who was thrown into the air howled angrily and turned around.

With the crazy attack, the blood of the orcs spilled, watering the dry land.

Dean stared closely at the orc's feet, but did not directly collide with it. He just used his size and pace to feint and dodge two powerful and heavy impacts from the opponent.

Like a bird avoiding a ferocious leopard.

The blood of the orcs flows slower and slower, and becomes less and less.

Finally, Thales saw with relief: the orc took a rough breath, swayed slightly, and its movements slowed down.

Dean didn't miss this opportunity.

He broke out in an instant, and rushed back to the side of the orc like a whirlwind. He swung the ax blade and chopped off the ugly head.

The headless body swung past the several-foot-long giant arm for the last time and fell to the sand.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"You saved me a lot of trouble by giving it that blow," Dean gasped and pulled him up, threw the spare one-handed sword at his waist to the boy, and kicked the strong corpse: "But remember,

Huaiya, don't tangle with them. Orcs won't fall down immediately after being injured, and the more seriously injured they are..."

"Their counterattacks are more dangerous... I know," Thales gritted his teeth and took the weapon, "I'm sorry, someone taught me, but when facing actual combat..."

In the classroom of the Northlanders, even though thousands of years have passed since the Battle of the Saints, those tall, strong, fearless aliens are still their eternal enemies.

In the entire Kingdom of Exeter, the Sentinel Territory in the far north is the most transcendent grand duchy. Facing the common king, they are even exempted from paying a considerable part of the tax, which is used to form an elite whose reputation is not inferior to that of the White Blade Guards.

The troops, Glacier Watch, are all because the Schuster family has shouldered the important task of guarding the Thirty-Eight Watch Points and being wary of the Glacier Orcs north of Quegur for generations.

Since the founding of Exeter, more than twenty co-kings have led their armies north to support and fight against the Glacier Orc tribes that crossed the border and went south. Whether it is the military training that the responsible northern nobles have received since childhood or their service years.

Among the regular training for conscripts, how to fight against orcs is one of the compulsory courses.

The guards in the Palace of Heroes all said that before Nikolai got that nickname, he had followed King Nun at the 38th Outpost and proved that he could not lag behind in the face of the orcs, but

Facing the delicate Grand Duchess who looked more like a dagger threading a needle, the Fallen Starman, who knew a lot about how to resist the orcs, could only spread all his frustrations about "not being recognized for his talent" on the second student. Prince Star had no chance anyway.

Going to the north, for example, violently knocking down Thales with a big ax countless times, or beating him mercilessly even after Thales yelled for a timeout countless times, euphemistically saying "this is the power of the orcs".

But what Thales didn't expect was that in the first battle with the orcs, he would forget Nicolai's teachings.

Thales looked at the headless corpse with fear, thinking about the irresistible force when it pushed against the gap in its neck and threw him out.

What kind of race is this?

Compared with their terrifying distant relatives who stayed in the north, the orcs who fled to the desert after the End War may be slightly different, but they are still the same in many aspects, such as their huge size, amazing resilience, and tolerance to pain and temperature.

Their endurance, terrifying explosive power, and their notorious near-death counterattack among humans. It is said that the famous Iron-Blooded King died under the last knife of a dying orc.

Dean didn't say anything, he just hit Thales on the chest, his eyebrows filled with sadness.

"careful!"

Amid Louisa's hurried shouting, Dean pushed Thales away.

A vicious mace was smashed into the sand between them, bringing flying sand with it.

There was more than one threat on Dean's side. He turned around to grab another orc's irregular scimitar and used the opportunity to get out of the way.

Thales steadied his steps and saw clearly in the moonlight the owner of the mace, an orc with blue paint on his face. There was a ferocious scar on his left eye. The hair on his head was tied into short braids.

It has more armor than the previous one, and is also larger. Its height is almost one and a half times that of an adult human.

Its eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then it opened its lips, revealing two rows of clenched teeth. It looked first at Dean, who was entangled, and then at Thales.

"Sel," the orc in front of him spoke slowly, his rough vocal chords vibrating, "Luma, Sokka Darsel."

Thales couldn't distinguish the orc's expression, but this did not affect his judgment of the other person's emotions.

The wet orc blood on his face was a little sticky. The prince endured the smell and positioned his sword.

[Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs...]

This is what the awkward Griwal told Thales before leaving in Longxiao City.

Thales feels deeply about this now.

Almost every one of them is seven or eight feet tall or even taller. Their strength is astonishing and their movements are swift. The weapons in their hands are heavy and rough, but in terms of efficiency, they are no worse than well-forged human weapons.

Their size, strength, and physique are superior to humans in every aspect... It is hard to imagine how the miracle of thousands of humans defeating 20,000 orcs in the Battle of the Saints two thousand years ago was accomplished.

Thales gritted his teeth.

In the distance, Louisa, with a two-handed sword and nimble steps, dragged three enemies with difficulty but surprisingly.

McGee nimbly rolled and sprinted through the sand alone, his swords flying, confusing the sight of multiple enemies, fighting and walking through debris and obstacles, trying to get closer to Louisa.

Hubert, Old Hammer, Kanze and Quick Rope stood back to back, struggling to resist the orcs surrounding them.

Others are not so lucky.

Although the merchants also had their own weapons, their skills were obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries. Under the crushing force of the orcs in both quantity and quality, the caravan suffered heavy casualties, and screams could still be heard all around.

The shouts of killing continued, but the orcs no longer concealed their assault, and the unfamiliar language and majestic voices shook the sand dunes.

"Waiya, there is one more key to fighting against the bastards," Dean gasped, swiping his ax to drive away the enemy: "Don't be alone at any time, even one-on-one."

Under the moonlight, two tall and strong gray figures slid down from the sand dunes, charging toward them with weapons raised.

"Go and meet Luisa, I'll cover you."

Thales nodded nervously.

"run!"

Almost as soon as the boy took off his legs, the blue-painted orc roared and struck with a stick: "Flaka!"

But Dean didn't let him succeed, and the fighting ax blocked the mace in the air.

"Boom!"

Hearing the roar of the wind behind him, Thales resisted the desire to turn around. He desperately called out to the Sin of Hell River, rushed back to the bonfire at an astonishing speed, threw himself on the ground, and pulled out a shield from Hubert's bag.

As soon as he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a majestic figure raising a machete towards him!

The sword skills that have been refined countless times are activated instinctively.

[Raise your shield and aim it at your enemy...there are only two situations where you can put it down.]

【You die, or the enemy dies.】

The teachings that have not faded in the past six years are ringing in my ears again.

Iron body pose!

The scimitar hit the shield hard.

"clang!"

Amid the terrifying loud noise and impact, terrifying power surged forward!

At that moment, Thales had the illusion that this blow was almost enough to break through the city wall.

His footsteps kept sliding backward in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.

But Thales stood still.

According to custom, starting from raising the shield, his center of gravity is ready to receive the impact, and his steps are ready to release the force. This habit in Northland military swordsmanship has always been scorned by many people. From Nikolai to Huaiya, they all think that Tai

Ernst's defense was too rigid, too conservative, lacked flexibility and agility, and had no room for counterattack.

But at the moment when he received the knife, Thales suddenly understood.

In the confrontation with the orcs, you have no chance of "flexibility" and "quickness".
To be continued...