"What Now?"
He dodged a heavy blow from the orc warrior in front of him and glanced at the situation around him. While Athir was dealing with several strong orc warriors in front of him, he was thinking this idea in his mind.
Whatever the original reason was, the situation is now very clear.
There are hundreds of orc warriors here, and the proportion of orc warriors among them is abnormal. It is obvious that they came prepared.
Although the apprentice knights are stronger than ordinary people, the orc warriors are equally strong and have a huge advantage in numbers.
Even the Knight Flar was now blocked by three extremely tall orcs and could not free himself to help others.
Every trainee knight was surrounded by several orc warriors. They were under heavy siege and had no chance to breathe.
This situation made Athir frown.
Bang!
A dull loud noise was heard.
Athir held a huge shield in his left hand and knocked away the weapons swung by the orc warriors in front of him.
He looked behind him, the chip in his mind quickly calculating the angle. On the one hand, he was dealing with several orc warriors in front of him, pretending to be struggling, and on the other hand, he was slowly moving towards the edge.
With the help of the chip, he even had enough energy to observe the battlefield ahead.
The battle ahead is very fierce.
Fular held a huge sword in his hand, with a strong sense of authority on his stern face. He looked dangerous without even being angry, and seemed extremely aggressive.
Surrounding him were three exceptionally strong orc warriors.
Unlike other orcs, these three orcs have red skin and are taller, more than three meters tall. Compared with Fular in front of them, they are like little giants.
These are bloodthirsty orc warriors, extremely rare mutants among the orcs. As long as they reach adulthood, each of them can fight with a real knight, but three of them appeared at this moment.
Three bloodthirsty orcs who looked like little giants surrounded Knight Fular. Every swing of their weapons would bring up a strong gust of wind. Ordinary people would be chopped into pieces immediately if they were touched by them.
Knight Flar's fighting ability is also impressive. Not only are his movements much more agile than these bloodthirsty orcs, his strength is no weaker than these orcs. Every swing of the giant sword in his hand is a head-on collision.
His fighting style was extremely aggressive. He never took a step back during the battle. Every blow he struck was a head-on collision. His terrifying power forced the three bloodthirsty orcs to retreat continuously. They could only deal with him by relying on their advantage in numbers, which constantly consumed his physical strength.
This swift and brutal fighting style also inspired the surrounding warriors, who gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the orcs in front of them.
No one dared to hold back.
Orcs and humans are completely two different species. If you can try to surrender when facing a human army, it is absolutely impossible when facing these orc warriors.
Not to mention the inherent hatred between the two orcs, even language communication is a problem. These orcs will not care whether you are a noble or not. Once you are captured, your final fate will be the same.
As many soldiers fought hard, the battle began to become stalemate.
Looking at this situation, Atier felt hesitant.
"Leave or stay?" This thought flashed through his mind.
Unconsciously, he had already wandered to the edge of the battlefield. If he wanted to leave, he could leave the battlefield immediately. With the speed of these orcs, they would definitely not be able to catch up with him.
He glanced towards the center of the battlefield, where Knight Fular swung the giant sword in his hand, knocking a bloodthirsty orc in front of him back several steps.
Suddenly, he made up his mind.
"I can't leave now!" he thought to himself.
Although the orcs in front of him were powerful, they were far from overwhelming. Moreover, Athir had a hunch that even if the others died in the battle, the Knight Fular in front of him would definitely be able to break out. At that time, once his escape was exposed, unless Athir chose to leave directly, he would be affected and even hostile to the extremely aggressive knight in front of him.
The option of just leaving was not an option for Athir before he was promoted to knight.
Having made up his mind, Athir's eyes suddenly changed and his body sped up in an instant.
The orc warrior in front of him had surprise in his eyes, and seemed to have not yet reacted to Athir's sudden outburst.
He swung the cross sword in his right hand forward fiercely, and with great force, he chopped off the head of the orc in front of him.
On the side, the other orcs had a trace of confusion in their eyes, and they instinctively swung their weapons forward.
Bang!
The sound of shields and weapons colliding could be heard.
Athir waved his left hand and used the shield to block the attacks from other surroundings. The cross sword in his right hand danced like a storm. The swift sword skills could not be unleashed from his hand, and he stabbed fiercely before the surrounding enemies could react.
A flower of blood appeared, and two more orcs fell to the ground.
The strength of these orc warriors is indeed powerful, almost the same as that of Athir, but their speed is much slower. Once Athir gets serious, he will immediately fall into a disadvantage and can only be beaten.
On his left, two orc warriors had shock and anger in their eyes. After seeing their fallen compatriots, they did not feel fear or panic. Instead, they rushed towards Athir fearlessly.
A cross sword stabbed out at a tricky angle, and directly penetrated the leather armor worn by the orc warrior on the opposite side and went through the chest in front of the orc warrior's disbelief.
Athir exerted force with his left hand, knocking the other orc warrior away and knocking him to the ground.
A sword suddenly thrust down, piercing the throat.
With the orcs' powerful vitality, this orc warrior did not die immediately. His body was shaking violently, and his huge eyes were staring at Athir, as if unwilling.
Athir ignored the orc under him and looked forward with his eyes.
The battle ahead was still stalemate, with bodies falling one after another, some on both sides. The living were still fighting frantically, but the balance of victory was beginning to tilt towards the orcs.
After thinking for a while, Athir did not choose to approach the battlefield where the knight-level strongmen were, but went to other places to assist other apprentice knights.
"Chip, turn on the auxiliary template!" Atier said to the chip in his heart.
He walked quickly to the front, triggering a reaction from some of the orc warriors in front.
Some orc warriors quickly split up and rushed towards him.
"Move two steps to the right and strike left with your left shield." The mechanical voice of the chip sounded in my mind.
Subconsciously, Athir walked directly to the right, and then smashed the shield in his left hand to the left with all his strength.
Click! !
In an instant, the sound of breaking suddenly rang out.
With Athir's full strength, an orc was smashed away, and the crude weapon he was wielding was directly shattered by the shield, making a terrifying collision sound.
Standing firmly on the spot, Athir did not hesitate at all. His strong physical fitness enabled him to react quickly and he continued to swing the cross sword in his right hand.
With Athir's terrifying power at this moment, coupled with the auxiliary ability of the chip, it would be difficult to find an opponent unless a true knight-level strongman took action.
He entered the originally chaotic battlefield, and with his swift and violent swordplay, the lives of the orcs disappeared one by one, and they were knocked to the ground by him.
Such terrifying combat power and killing efficiency made him extremely conspicuous on the battlefield and immediately attracted the attention of some people.
In the center of the battlefield, three tall bloodthirsty orcs were waving their battle axes and fighting with Fular in front of them. After seeing Athir who was extremely active on the battlefield, they roared.
They looked at each other, and finally one of the orcs pulled away, holding a battle axe in his hand, and walked quickly towards Athir with broad steps.
Seeing this scene, Flar's face changed and he wanted to step forward to stop the orc.
Two terrifying gusts of wind came from the front of him, and he dodged two huge battle axes, leaving a mark more than one meter deep on the ground.
The eyes of the two bloodthirsty orcs were red, and they looked at Fular in front of them with violent eyes, and entangled him tightly, making it impossible for him to withdraw to support others.
At the spot, Athir killed an orc with one sword and was about to rush forward.
An inexplicable sense of fear and danger surged into his heart, his pupils shrank, and he instinctively jumped back.
After he left, a huge sword slashed down towards where he had been standing, colliding with the ground and creating a deep sword mark.
"Bloodthirsty orc. Strength: 4.1. Agility: 3.3. Constitution: 4.2."
"Ding! This life is extremely dangerous, it is recommended to stay away!"
The mechanical voice in his mind suddenly sounded, startling Athir.
In front of him, a bloodthirsty orc who was more than three meters tall opened his pair of red eyes and looked down at Athir in front of him, with strong violence and bloodthirstiness in his eyes.
Although the thirteen-year-old Atier is not short, with a height of about 1.65 meters, he is considered tall in the eyes of his peers. However, in front of the bloodthirsty orc in front of him, he is not even half the height of the other and is just a dwarf.
Looking down at Athir in front of him, the bloodthirsty orc suddenly raised the giant sword in his hand and swung it forward at an extremely fast speed.
"I can't stop it!" Looking at the shadow that was getting bigger and bigger in front of his sight and feeling the strong wind that made his skin hurt, this thought flashed through Athir's mind.
He didn't even have the intention of resisting, his whole body jumped backwards and barely avoided the attack.
Boom!
The giant sword collided with the ground, and the terrifying force directly smashed a huge rock below, leaving a huge pit one or two meters deep under the feet.
"Take two steps back and lower your head!"
Before Athir could stand firmly, the mechanical voice in his mind sounded again.
He instinctively jumped back and quickly lowered his head.
A biting cold wind blew overhead, and a huge sword whizzed past, almost brushing Athir's hair.
It can be imagined that if he had not been able to dodge it just now, he would have been cut in half immediately.
(End of this chapter)