"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The royal guards holding tower shields stepped over the fallen Dorwinion heavy swordsmen and madly charged towards the oncoming orcs and goblins. Suddenly, a bloody scene appeared. These royal guards holding swords and shields (in close combat, the royal guards would discard their spears and replace them with long swords) were like hedgehogs, knocking any orcs or goblins who dared to cross the line into blood gourds.
"Ah!" The giant ogre, stimulated by the blood and trauma, climbed up dizzy, waving the war hammer in his hand vigorously and smashing it hard at the royal guards who had just rushed over.
"Bang!" Seeing the bad situation, the royal guards tilted their shields and smashed them into the ground, holding on tightly.
"Boom!" A loud bang was heard, and only the handle of the war hammer in the giant ogre's hand was left. The iron and wood mixed hammer head exploded with wood chips flying on the impact.
"Puff!" The royal guard behind the shield was also feeling uncomfortable at the moment. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that the giant ogre had caused him internal injuries with one blow.
"Kill!" Several royal guards rushed forward, their swords emitting various colors of fighting spirit flames, leaving deep scars on the giant ogre's body like a hot knife cutting butter.
"Heavy slash!" The bright light of the battle flame flashed, and a royal guard raised the sword above his head. As the skill was activated, the battle flame extended several meters along the tip of the sword.
"Ah!" The sword light flashed and disappeared. The giant ogre blinked his big eyes and found that one of his legs was missing.
"Boom!" Like pushing a golden mountain or overturning a jade pillar, the giant ogre's huge body fell to the ground.
The Royal Guards were not above giving a down-on-his-luck dog a good beating. With dozens of swords and spears stabbing at him, the poor ogre's forehead was now riddled with holes, and foul-smelling blood and brain matter splattered everywhere...
"Get lost!" Roland slashed an orc's skull with his sword, then kicked the orc who was about to pounce on him. "Don't you even consider your own status? How dare you try to fight me?" Who was Roland? A third-level paladin wasn't particularly powerful, but he wasn't someone you could mess with!
"Bad luck!" After chopping down several orcs and goblins in a row, Roland cursed helplessly while looking at the arms and legs hanging on his body. Although most of the orcs and goblins could not do anything to the coalition forces, they could still disgust you!
Roland sniffed the orc's blood seeping through the gaps in his helmet and felt sick. He could have even vomited up last year's New Year's Eve dinner, not to mention the leftovers...
"Bang!" Another goblin who didn't know how to live or die suddenly pounced on Roland. Putting aside his race and background, just looking at this goblin's appearance like a young swallow returning to its nest, those who didn't know would think Roland was a pervert. Is it okay for a goblin to throw himself into Roland's arms?
"Fuck! Kaji!" Roland angrily grabbed the goblin that was hugging him tightly to his chest and slammed its head against the stone floor. His muscles instantly exerted force! Fueled by his fighting spirit, the goblin's head exploded like a white-skinned, green-fleshed watermelon.
"Ugh!" Roland couldn't help but dry heave. "I was careless! I didn't dodge! A ball of brains hit my face..." This was Roland's last thought.
"Ugh..." Roland lifted his helmet and vomited violently. It was so disgusting! Not even the Battle of Lonely Mountain had ever been this disgusting! Roland had always charged on horseback as a knight. This was his first time participating in this kind of meat-mincing hand-to-hand combat, and it was also his first time having his face covered in brain matter.
"Shit!" Roland wiped his face with his blood-stained hand, then looked down at his hand...
“??? Ugh! Ugh~” Roland fell to the ground again...
"Your Highness? Your Highness!" Caslo instinctively turned his head during the battle. He had to keep an eye on Roland's condition. This was Grand Duke Nix's instruction and his job. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did... Holy crap! Where's my king? Where's a king like me?
"Where is the king?" Kaslo rushed forward like a bull in heat and grabbed Omsk who was fighting fiercely and asked.
“???” Omsk.
"Where's the king?" Omsk turned his head and looked around, but there was no sign of Roland.
"Fuck! What am I asking you? Where is the king you are looking at? Where is His Highness?" Kaslo grabbed Omsk's neck guard. Following Roland all day long, he also learned Roland's love for a certain plant and expressed it.
"I'm asking you. Aren't you a personal guard? Where is the person you are looking at? Such a big living person?" Omsk was also panicked.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Find His Highness! All Lagran soldiers listen up! Find His Highness!" Seeing that Omsk was confused, Kaslo did not argue but shouted at the top of his voice.
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"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Defend the formation! Find His Highness!" Omsk also shouted. Damn it! What if something happened to His Highness... Omsk shuddered and dared not think about it anymore.
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Roland was lying prone on the noisy battlefield, finally controlling his churning stomach and trying to stand. As he searched for his helmet and looked around, his heart pounded again. He was actually lying on a pile of corpses. The ground was densely packed with goblin and orc corpses, which had been trampled for a long time by Lagrande's tin cans during the melee. The scene was really a bit restrictive... At this moment, Roland just wanted to say, "I really do thank you!" Then, under the overwhelming smell, he lowered his head again and found a slightly cleaner place to pour out his bile...
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"What's going on? What happened to King Roland and his men?" Balin asked doubtfully, looking at the restless human army. He didn't know why he had a bad feeling. He noticed that the Lagrang soldiers, who had been attacking with such momentum and were even more ferocious than the dwarves, had actually started to defend. They stopped advancing and even retreated. This exposed the dwarves' flank, and made the dwarves look very stupid...
"Oli! Oyin! Floin! You're here to take command! Come with me, some men!" Balin hurriedly asked. What had happened to halt the human army's advance? No way? No way? They couldn't be so unlucky, could they? Balin had a bad feeling. Besides external forces, the only thing holding an army back was internal factors. As for external factors, it wasn't that Balin looked down on these small fry. If Balin, the orcs from Gangbada Fortress, even looked up to them, these small fry from Moria... then the only thing left was internal factors. The only reason for such a big commotion was that something was wrong with the commander... King Roland... what happened?
