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"Hey, are you still alive?" Creek kicked down the orc in front of him, who was at least one-third taller than him, and pulled the sword out of his body, breathing heavily and shouting to the side.

"Still alive for now." Spencer also panted and replied, "It won't be certain after a while."

"I cut down four of them, that's awesome!" Crick boasted proudly, "Actually, I'm also pretty good at fighting!"

"You can beat me up! It's all your last hits after I was seriously injured..." Spencer couldn't laugh or cry, but he also secretly admired his friend's tenacious vitality and excellent luck.

Their troops originally planned to directly attack the location of the Orc Emperor and try to behead him. But how could the Orc Emperor not see their intentions? As a result, just as they started to charge, the orcs mobilized a troop of centaurs, each holding an astonishingly long halberd, to intercept the cavalry's attack.

Although with the astonishing bravery of Spencer and the desperate courage of the knights, they finally broke through the obstruction of these centaurs, the follow-up troops of the orcs had also arrived. So they were trapped in a tight siege and fell into the predicament of being surrounded by enemies.

Worst of all, they failed to charge.

On this tragic battlefield, the cavalry who lost their speed were simply living targets!

Fortunately, Creek had a flexible mind and immediately called on everyone to jump off their horses and change their jobs to infantry. Moreover, he quickly set up a crude and unsightly defensive position using the halberds he seized from the centaurs. Thanks to their quick actions, they actually took advantage of the extremely short gap that lasted no more than half a minute before being surrounded by the enemy to complete this position.

As a result, they became a rock in the tide of the orc army, facing the stormy waves again and again, but they were never defeated or submerged.

The biggest hero in this process is of course Spencer. This young strong man who has already half-stepped into the gate of legend has extraordinary strength. No matter how many enemies come, he can wave his sword to contain the enemy's attack. And he is not fond of fighting at all. Every time he injures the enemy to a certain extent, he changes the target. So far in the battle, not many people have died under his sword. On the contrary, the people responsible for finishing the damage and following up have gained a lot. As for the civilians, just the heads of the orcs they chopped off in this battle, when the battle credits are tallied, are probably enough to get a stable job without starvation for a lifetime.

But he was tired, and so were his comrades.

Maybe they can still block one, two, three, five or even more waves of attacks from the orcs, but there is no doubt that they are in a dead end at this moment. It's just a matter of when and how to die... that's all.

"Spencer, your sister is not cute at all!" After repelling another wave of orc attacks, Creek sat on the ground and panted, suddenly talking about an unrelated topic, "She is so beautiful. , Why is your character so bad!”

Spencer sighed deeply: "I don't know... maybe this is fate."

"You are so good at martial arts, but why are you so stupid?"

"You are smart, why don't you be chopped into pieces like a fool like me!" Spencer said angrily, "When our heads are cut off and hung on some orc's waist as trophies, you Is that smart head worth more than my stupid head?”

"...I don't like this ending at all. If you write such an ending in a novel, you will be criticized to death!"

"Life is not a novel, just look at it...here it comes again!"

The knights who had not had time to take a few breaths got up one after another and greeted the group of elite lion men who were fully armed and holding big axes.

On the other side, in the sky, Leon patted the griffon gently on the back, ordered it to turn around and reenter the enemy's formation.

Air force battles are the most ferocious and swift. The two sides charge at each other, and the chance of fighting is often only a flash of light. If you are not strong enough, you may not be able to attack the enemy at all.

Air Force instructors often laugh at soldiers who perform poorly in training: "With your abilities, when you get to the battlefield, instead of thinking about how to hit the enemy, it is more reliable to just hit the enemy!"

In fact, in air force battles, especially in large-scale air force battles, collisions are the most dangerous and cause the most casualties.

What a terrifying force it would be if two high-speed flying creatures collided! Perhaps the powerful griffins and flying monsters can withstand such a collision, but most knights cannot. Perhaps with just one collision, the knight will become dizzy and lose control of the mount. The lost mount will return to its true nature and fight in the way they are originally good at, or simply flee the battlefield until the knight recovers.

Therefore, air force battles often involve two sides charging at each other, and then a large number of mounts entangle and fight in the air. A large number of mounts scatter in all directions, and only a few can maintain the original formation and launch a second wave of attacks.

Anyone who can carry out the second wave of attacks is the elite of the Air Force. Among the Eagle Kingdom's air force, there is an extremely glorious title called "Three Rounds".

The so-called three rounds means that this knight can carry out three consecutive charging operations. His physical strength and tenacious will are simply unbelievable!

Since the war started, Leon has charged for more than ten "three rounds".

He wielded the scimitar seized from the legendary assassin, and every time he charged, he chopped down all the enemies along the way. As long as they appeared within the reach of his scimitar, no enemy could escape.

Of course, not every enemy was fatally injured, and many enemies were only slightly injured and fell down. But Leon was a senior air combat expert and was well versed in the essence of air combat. Every time he swung his sword, he had to make sure that he could cut off the belt that fixed the opponent's knight's body to the mount.

In the sky, what would happen if there was no belt to fix the body behind the flying monster?

Of course, it would be directly dumped into dumplings...

So he could proudly announce: "No one can match my sword."

Because even those who were not chopped to death were thrown to death.

Compared with the tragic and chaotic fighting on the ground, the number of air forces was much smaller, and the number of elites was much smaller. Leon charged more than 30 times in a row, killing several enemies each time, which had attracted the attention of the strong in the orc army.

Especially in the following few charges, he faced air combat experts who were extraordinary and could quickly adjust their status to resume the battle. Many of them were also well-known in the Orc Army and could be called part of the "strong" group.

But in front of him, under his knife, there was no difference.

"Who is that man?" The legendary strongman Napoleon Ramie, the deer mage in charge of commanding the air force, pondered and asked the clerk beside him.

The clerk looked in the direction of his finger and saw a light cavalryman riding a royal griffin, roaring and crisscrossing in the sky, chopping down the strong men in the Orc Air Force like dumplings.

The man was wearing a thief's leather armor, which looked shabby, but the scimitar in his hand shone with cold light. The style and light of the scimitar looked a little familiar...

"Isn't that Lord Altaïr's sword!" He exclaimed, "Could this man be Leon Killer Leopard, who killed Lord Altaïr?"

"Leon Killer Leopard... How dare he use this as his surname?!" Napoleon pondered, his eyes became icy cold.

"Give the order to encircle him." He said, "Find archers, and mages who are good at anti-aircraft attacks."

"Sir...Isn't this too much of a fuss?"

"Execute the order!"

"...Yes!"

Commander Napoleon's order was quickly passed down, and the orc air force quickly approached Leon and launched a siege on him. On the ground, the archers holding magic bows and the battle mages who were good at using ultra-long-range magic sniping also gathered together, cooperating with the siege of the air force and launching a sneak attack on him.

However, all these methods did not work at all.

Leon's strength has long exceeded the level that these methods can calculate. Although he has hidden his strength so far and has not shown his strong attack power, the perception of danger and the grasp of timing of the legendary peak strongman have reached an incredible level. He is now in the sky, and the attacks from the ground cannot arrive quickly, giving him enough time to dodge. As for the siege of the Orc Air Force... He actually hopes that the orcs will surround him, so that he doesn't have to spend time to cut them one by one.

The Orc Air Force gathered more and more, and Leon killed faster and faster. Gradually, the battle in the sky began to tilt in a direction that was favorable to the Eagle Kingdom.

At this time, Lord Napoleon, the commander-in-chief of the Orc Air Force, had fallen into a frenzy. If the secretary hadn't held his legs tightly, I'm afraid he would have ignored the congenital defects of the Deer Man's body, jumped on the flying monster, and rushed up to fight to the death with that bastard "Killing Leopard"!

However, at this time, the battle situation on the ground has turned in a direction that is absolutely favorable to the orcs.

Although the two wings, which were composed of a large number of Knight God believers, could still hold on, the center of the human army was gradually unable to hold on.

This was definitely not because the human soldiers were not brave or strong, but because they were limited in ability.

In terms of innate physique, orcs had some advantages over humans. When the battle fell into a meat grinder-like melee, this advantage began to gradually magnify - for example, if they were stabbed with a gun, most humans would die on the spot, but many orcs could still continue to fight.

In the past, humans relied on better weapons and stricter discipline to gain advantages on the battlefield. Orcs often lacked the determination to fight to the death. They would get tired and run away after fighting. Often, they were still fighting hard a quarter of an hour ago, and they were already running away a quarter of an hour later. Most battles usually happened this way.

But this time, although the orcs' equipment was still poor and their discipline was still chaotic, their morale was always high.

The key reason was the emperor's flag that was slowly advancing towards the center of the battlefield.

As long as the emperor is still on the battlefield, the morale of the orcs will remain high until they win or die.

Looking at the main battlefield that has gradually fallen into decline, King Woods of the Eagle Kingdom was silent for a moment and also issued a tit-for-tat order.

So, the Golden Crown Eagle Flag also slowly moved towards the center of the battlefield...