Chapter 92: The glory of the warrior

After killing all the light cavalry and light infantry, Xiao Yu will no longer attack, with a group of orc buddies sitting on the side of the field to rest. Even with the orc's physical strength, it is not too light to carry this huge log.
After watching Xiao Yu kill all the light cavalry and light infantry, he took a rest and rested with the unscrupulous. The commander of the Death Scythe infantry had red eyes like a rabbit.
He knows that Xiao Yu is fearless and there is only a death sickle infantry. There is no threat to the other party. If you chase, they will run. You are exhausted and tired, and finally the physical strength drops. The other party just counterattacks.
Now, the Death Scythe infantry is already the equivalent of a piece of meat on a cutting board, waiting for the time to kill.
The commander turned around and looked at the meat and blood everywhere, and then looked up at the sky, for a long time, failed, a huge failure.
The Death Sick Infantry has never failed like this since its formation.
They are the pride of heaven. They are the most heroic warriors. They are invincible. In their bodies, they are the most proud blood, the blood of true human warriors.
They cannot bear such failures.
The commander looked at the five hundred death scorpion infantry in front of them, and saw the same thing from their eyes. It was a touch of decisiveness. It was the dignity of a soldier who regarded glory as heavier than life.
The commander suddenly showed a relieved smile. He looked at the infantry and said with a very light voice: "It is my pleasure to be able to fight with you. The failure of this battle is my responsibility, the failure of my command." I am sorry everyone. Now, we are already in a situation of defeat. We have two choices now. First, we choose to concede and save our lives. In the future, we will still be the envy of the death sickle infantry, but our lives. Still, glory is no longer. Second, giving up protecting us is also dragging our shields, killing one battle, abandoning life, and defending our last glory with our blood. If you are willing to admit defeat, you can now withdraw from the queue, I don’t blame You, this is my mistake, which led to the defeat of this battle. I am willing to defend the honor of the last death sickle infantry with me. Now let go of your shield, pick up the sickle in your hand, and fight with me for the last battle. The battle to defend our glory. The glory of the death sickle infantry is not to be embarrassed."
When the commander said the last sentence, the look on his face was extremely solemn, and his waist was straight, like a javelin. It seems that no one in the world can knock him down.
Upon hearing this commander's words, there is no sorrow, no fear, no retreat in the eyes of all the death sickle infantry, and some are just a swearing to defend the dignity.
They are the pride of heaven. They are the most heroic warriors. They are invincible. In their bodies, they are the most proud blood, the blood of true human warriors.
Therefore, they can die, but they cannot be without glory. Losing glory, they lost everything.
"The glory of the death sickle infantry, can not be embarrassed." All the death sickle infantry shouted loudly. Immediately, they all left their heavy shields bound in their hands, threw them underground, and raised the black death sickle that symbolized their logo.
No one has withdrawn, no one has fear in his eyes, he is weak, hesitant, and the blood of their glory, so that they can only choose to fight, and never choose to admit defeat.
In their dictionary, they can't find the words that admit defeat, they can be destroyed, but they can't be defeated. This is the real death sickle infantry.
Seeing this scene, both the audience outside the field and the orcs on the field slowly stood up and looked at the soldiers wearing black armor with a solemn eye.
At this moment, they once again proved to everyone that they are the death sickle infantry, they are the most powerful warriors of the Kahn Principality, and their lives are not allowed to fail.
"Duke Xiao, I admit, I lost this game, your art of command, I feel inferior and shame. But as a real warrior, we will not admit defeat, we will not sit still, we are the most proud soldiers Forever, now, I formally challenge you, we have removed the shield's protection, and we must fight against your orc warrior, because the glory of the Death Scythe infantry is unspeakable. Can you accept my positive challenge?

The commander rode on the horse and looked at Xiao Yu with impatience and said solemnly.
Xiao Yu has already stood up, paying attention to this real knight, and his heart is full of respect, this is the real knight. The human knight spirit has not been completely annihilated. In this world, there is also the existence of a real knight.
Although the other party is his enemy, it still does not prevent him from respecting each other.
"Well, I am willing to accept your challenge. Can I know your name before the start of the decisive battle?" At this moment, Xiao Yu hopes to know the name of the knight. Because he knows that this knight will not survive after this duel. He is ready to wash his own failure with blood.
"My name, Lancelot, the knight of the Kahn Principality." The commander looked serious and at the same time said very proudly. His name is his family, that is his pride, the glory of his family, not to be embarrassed.
"Well, I will remember your name, Lancelot, you have won my respect. Whether it is the orc, or the death sickle infantry, they are the most heroic fighters. Today, we can have each other's opponents, We are honored. At least, we are killed in death, and we are dead in the hands of real opponents, not in the despicable smallness. We will do our best to have opponents like you." Xiao Yu right hand Put it on the chest, then lift it up to Lancelot and pay tribute to the Knights' ceremonial team Lancelot.
Lancelot also raised his chest with his left fist and lowered his head slightly, indicating his respect for the Duke of Xiao Yu.
The orcs all stood behind Xiao Yu at this time, watching this Lancelot, and the 500 death sorcerer infantry behind him, with a respect in his eyes.
The orc race is always the most valued glory and blood, the real warriors can always get their respect. Today, these death sickle infantrymen have won their support with action. In fact, now Xiao Yu can't take them for the time being. They can choose to admit defeat. However, they don't. They are warriors. The mission of the warriors is only victory. If there is no victory, then there is only blood. This is the real warrior.
"Death warrior infantry soldiers, waving your sickles, as I charge. You are heavy infantry, never launched an assault, today is your first assault, and it will be the last time, let us Use our blood and sickle to prove our glory. The glory of the death sickle infantry is not to be embarrassed." Lancelot held the knight sword in his hand and shouted.
"The orc warriors, the heroic heroes will always shine on the whole continent. You are the most heroic warriors. In the face of these respectable opponents, you can only be the best respect for the warriors if you do your best. This is a warrior. The duel between the two, no matter who's blood is filled with the earth, we are the most heroic warriors. For the Totem of the Orcs, for the compatriots of the Orcs, for the Sal, charge." Xiao Yu waved the knife in his hand, face No longer the usual cynicism, led the orcs to carry a huge round of wood to initiate the charge.
The duel between the two sides is the real beginning at this moment.
The performance of both sides has won the respect of the other side. Xiao Yu’s commanding art, the brave warrior of the orc warrior, has been recognized by the Death Scythe infantry, and the death sickle infantry has abandoned the spirit of life for glory and won the respect of the orcs.
This moment is the battle between the real warriors of the two sides.
Shouting and killing, at this moment filled the Colosseum, the kind of solemn, passionate, and dying, infected all the audience outside the field.
No applause, no jealousy, no shouting, and some, just everyone’s eyes quietly watching the Colosseum, the warrior who wielded the black death sickle, gave up the shield he relied on, and launched a charge toward the other side. .
This is destined to be a battle of blood immersed in the earth. If Xiao Yu does not choose to be hard-pressed with the other side, he still has many ways to defeat the opponent with less casualties.
However, for such a warrior, it is only a real warrior to deal with the battle of the warriors.
Sometimes, Xiao Yu is a rogue, but his heart does not lack passion, and there is no lack of blood. Otherwise, there are only tricks, and no troops are never the best.
Such a force, a bloodless, bloodless warrior, is not a warrior.
A fierce collision, like two comets colliding. Without the strong shield protection, the Death Scythe infantry, facing the impact of huge logs, flew directly out of the mouth, blood spurted out of the mouth, dyed the black armor.
And the Death Scythe infantry who came over from the charge came to the orc and waved a huge sickle in his hand, cutting off the orc's strong body in an instant.
The orc's log advantage is obvious, and the disadvantages are equally obvious. When it is far away, it is absolutely invincible. If the other party can't get close, it will be directly smashed.
But once they are close to each other, they are equivalent to losing their weapons. They can only use their hands and the other side to fight hard.
Many death sickle infantry know that even wearing heavy armor, the impact of this huge log does not play much protection, so they simply took off the thick armor, just with a huge sickle charge.
Terrible.
Blood is splashing, minced meat is flying, every moment someone is falling, there are death infantry, and there are orcs.
Melee.
The Death Infantry and the Orcs have been completely entangled together, and the real close-knit, using all available means to kill each other.
There are five hundred infantry infants, and there are more than five orc warriors. The number of the two sides is equal. The Orc Warrior is known as the best warrior on the mainland, and the Death Infantry is known as the unloading human heavy infantry.
Both sides are not lacking in courage, they are not lacking in bravery, and they are not lacking in blood. Such a battle is cruel and unusual, and it is also sorrowful.
Death sickle infantry, knowing that they have abandoned their shields, their advantage will be gone, knowing that once the formation is disbanded, they are not the opponents of the orcs.
However, they still chose to fight. Because, Xiao Yu’s strategy has forced them to leave only this path.
The cries of the battle ranged from warm to fierce, to fierce, and finally to tragic and strong. The single battle of the Death Scythe Infantry is definitely not the opponent of the Orc Infantry.
In particular, the other party still occupies the logs to restrain their weapons.
As long as an orc pulls a distance and slams, strikes, or sweeps with logs, they are simply unable to get close.
So, from the beginning, they have been doomed to the end of the tragedy, but this is the ending they want. They don't think this is a tragedy, it is their glory.
Only their blood can prove their glory before they can wash their facts without victory.
There are still fewer than 50 death sickle infantry, but they are still wielding huge sickles and fighting until they all die.
As long as there is one left, they will not end the battle.
The orc warriors did not have two to kill a Death Infantry. Although the orcs were already scarred and wounded and wounded, they still respected their opponents and let them use a fair chance to die.
Lancelot had long been unaware of who was killed. Now, only the remaining Death Scythe infantry are still fighting desperately.
Several orcs were steadfast, wielding giant woods, or scythes picked up from the ground, fighting with each other, without the snoring of death, only the roar of anger.
The last few Death Scythe infantry also fell down one after another. When the last person was also spurted by the mouth of the giant wood, his eyes looked at the sky, and a smile appeared on his face.
Xiao Yu knows what he is laughing at, he is laughing and finally defending his glory with his life.
Everything was over. Eventually, the Colosseum still had a fierce battle. However, Xiao Yu’s face was not happy, and some were just a sigh.
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Glory, blood, this is what Sasa wants to write. Whether it is an orc or a human being, as long as it is a heroic warrior, there is absolutely no lack of blood and glory. When I wrote this chapter, I have been listening to the song of the Holy War. If you have time, you can listen to it and be bloody.
Xiao Sa is very fond of four, but not even more. The following plot has to be turned, so I have to think about it, and writing a book is really a headache. Many readers say that if you update a few more chapters, you will die, and you will really die. Recently, Saskatchewan has been suffering from headaches. Moreover, it has been very difficult for a series of recent events, all kinds of sadness, to be able to insist on writing.