On the battlefield, Gilroy struggled to pull out the standard longsword from the elf corpse in front of him. Currently, his hands, face, and chest were all covered in blood. Some were from the enemy's, and some were from his own.
It had already been a miracle for a weak pawn like him to survive on the battlefield this long. It was almost impossible for him to be unharmed though.
Assessing the situation, his left arm continuously bled. The pain wreaked havoc on Gilroy's body. However, he did not have any time to catch his breath as he faced the opposing soldiers who came up to replace their comrades.
He could only grit his teeth and continue to fight!
Clang!
The standard longsword and the standard longspear collided, but there was no airflow.
As he gritted his teeth, Gilroy pushed the longsword in his hand with all his might and simultaneously pushed away from the longspear in the enemy's hand.
