"Behind!" Roaring, Kanze, a Northlander covered in bruises, rushed toward Dean, knocked him away, and helped the bald man block an ax blow from behind.

Chased by several orcs, Old Hammer and Quick Rope came panting, broke through the encirclement to join them, and moved up to the front row, replacing Thales and Louisa who were gradually declining.

"The caravan, and others," Louisa, who had been under siege, got a rare chance to breathe: "How is it?"

"Hubert is gone." Old Hammer turned around, dodged a heavy blow, and simply announced the death of his companion.

Kuai Sheng took over his words with trembling voice: "He cut off the queen for us."

Louisa stamped her leg in pain.

There is no time to mourn for our companions.

"There's no caravan anymore," a miserable McGee came running from behind and said hurriedly: "I'm going to find the horse. If we don't break out, we will all die here!"

The old hammer waved desperately, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction several steps away.

"Damn!" Louisa gasped in pain: "Dean!"

"I know!" During the battle, Dean's voice was slightly distorted, but he seemed to still be thinking:

"Archers, armor, weapons, ferocious beasts, simultaneous sudden attacks, organized tactics and arrangements..."

"Coupled with this scale..."

"Those gray bastards!"

The bald mercenary gritted his teeth and shouted: "They are not exiles!"

"They are tribal warriors, regular warriors of a large tribe in the desert!"

Thales was slightly startled.

Big tribe?

Orc...horde?

At this moment, a strange sound came.

"Chirp!"

"Be careful!" Dean shouted angrily, passed the angry blue-faced orc with a feint, and shouted to Kanze:

"Soldier lizard!"

Thales' scalp tightened: a huge non-human figure on all fours twisted its body, screamed strangely, and struck quickly in the sand!

The next second, a giant gray-yellow lizard the size of a human jumped in front of Kanze, the scales on its body were clearly visible.

It crashed into the formation of the mercenaries, bit Kanze's arm, and pulled him around in a circle, making the strong man from the North scream out in pain.

Thales gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stabbing the monster with his sword, but it was cut open by its scales.

Kanze reluctantly waved his left arm, trying to shake off the soldier lizard's bite.

This was his last effort.

Another orc seized the opportunity, and its heavy straight blade made a piercing scream in the air, splitting open Kanze's right chest.

Under the rough weapon, there was even an obvious gap under the Northlander's right armpit.

"Pfft"

Blood spurted out, dyeing Thales beside Kanze red.

"Ahhh!" Old Hammer swung his sledgehammer angrily and drove away the owner of the straight knife.

"No!" Dean roared sternly. He kicked the fire, and the burning firewood fell on the soldier lizard.

Quick Rope screamed, grabbed all the firewood on the ground, and threw it at the monster in the desert.

The soldier lizard finally couldn't stand the flames anymore, let go of Kanze's arm, and retreated into the darkness.

But Kanze, whose body was split open, only had trembling strength left. He fell softly to the ground and soon became motionless.

"Ah!" Louisa burst into tears. She grabbed her sword and rushed towards the enemy again.

The attack of the Soldier Lizard was disastrous, and Dante's swords were disrupted from their formation.

Many orcs took advantage of the situation and invaded. Without the support from the flanks, everyone was instantly trapped in the dilemma of being outnumbered. Thales found himself facing two orcs at the same time.

Facing their huge power, he almost fell into a desperate situation. The crime of the Hell River never ceased. Coupled with the timely dodge and force release in the swordsmanship of the North Army, he could withstand that kind of chilling power.

The situation in the war took a turn for the worse.

The prince swerved left and right under the threat of axes and giant swords, and his shield groaned, as if it would break into pieces at the next moment.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the fast rope flew several meters away and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Oops.

Thales bit his chapped lips, the hope in his heart disappearing little by little.

The sound of fighting is getting quieter and quieter.

The caravan has completely fallen silent, and the only people still fighting in Dante's sword are Dean, Louisa and Old Hammer.

McGee, who was looking for a horse, had already disappeared among the enemies.

"Hold on!" Louisa's voice passed through the surrounding area and reached her ears. It sounded very ominous, but she was still trying to inspire them: "Believe that Mikey is a bone man and the darling of the desert!"

persist in?

believe?

Thales took a step back and awkwardly avoided a life-threatening sword slash.

What to believe?

He breathed painfully, and the sword and shield in his hands trembled from the many blows.

Through the hell sense, the young man could feel that there were more and more orcs around, most of them holding weapons, staying quietly on the periphery, maybe rushing to replace their companions as soon as there was space, maybe waiting for their victory out of arrogance.

burden.

Looking at more and more enemies in all directions, Thales began to believe that his luck was probably over.

He knew that his opponent was too powerful, both in quantity and strength.

They have almost no chance.

He was just fighting with the instinct that he had never given up over the years.

The crime of Prison River seems to have reached its limit.

"Bang!" A heavy blow was heard not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

hateful.

Thales sighed in his heart and rolled hard, only to find that he had rolled to the feet of another orc.

He felt a chill in his heart.

is it.

It's the blue-faced orc.

It lowered its head, its expression as ferocious as ever.

The next second, the mace struck the ground!

"boom!"

Thales threw away his shield, dragged his extremely sore body, and awkwardly avoided the blow.

He knew that for humans, these orc attacks were fatal in one blow.

As for the chance of improving the Sin of Hell River?

Come on, in a fight of this intensity, there won't be any "checkmate but not death" as Black Sword says.

There is no chance to shed blood and activate magic energy.

Once he is tricked, he will immediately know whether the ferryman of the Prison River is a legend.

Thales struggled to get up, but before he could stand still, a scimitar struck his sword!

"clang!"

Under the tremendous force and unsteady movements, he couldn't withstand a single blow. He lost his sword and fell down again.

The weapon fell into the sand with a dull sound.

It's over.

Thales was trembling and felt severe pain in his arm.

Compared with Jinnie, with Wyatt, and even with Nicolai and Monty who he had fought against...

A battle of this magnitude...

He turned over with difficulty and saw the blue-faced orc in armor approaching step by step.

It bared its ferocious teeth at the prince and slowly raised the mace.
To be continued...