My Frostmourne can't be so cute

De Jong has always sneered at this statement-how can the consolidation of the kingship rely solely on assassination?That would only cause people to panic, not surrender; but now, seeing that Kurban is at ease on the battlefield, De Jong can't help but begin to believe in the truthfulness of the term "Dark Night Assassin"-Kurban The appearance of Master Ke is exactly the same as the description of "Dark Night Assassin"!

"De Jong, what are you thinking about?" In a daze, De Jong felt a huge force coming from the left side of his body and pushed him to one side.

De Jong, who returned to his senses, saw that opposite to where he was just standing, a hideous orc was chopped off his right arm by a two-handed sword. He was clutching his wound and wailing, his broken arm holding a battle axe fell to the ground. , Is twitching constantly.

With a "swipe", De Jong did not hesitate, a sword penetrated the body of the orc in front of him, and stepped on the corpse of the orc and pulled out his two-handed sword. De Jong had the opportunity to thank his savior: " Robin, thanks!"

"Humph!" Robin dragged a stubborn leg. Behind him are several Stromgarde veterans who are also disabled; these veterans are far from the orcs in terms of physical strength and fighting ability, but they are smart Adopted a small-scale team formation, relying on a small range to fight more with less, fighting tenaciously on the battlefield, killing the orcs while also protecting themselves well.

"Hmph, your life is mine. Before I kill you, don't be killed by the orcs who don't know where they are!" Robin said to De Jong, leaning on his comrades.

"Haha, no!" De Jong heard the insincerity in Robin's tone. He quickly moved to Robin's side and joined the camp of Robin and the veterans.

Back to back with his comrades, De Jong looked at the increasing number of orcs pouring into the city; the number of court guards was still limited. Once the orcs had a firm foothold on a certain section of the wall, more orcs would pass through this section. The city wall climbed up and spread to the surrounding area. By now, every city wall had been lost. The court guards and the orcs were fighting each other in the aisles of the city wall, stubbornly waiting for the rescue.

How long has it passed?De Jong had no sense of time at this time, he only knew that the orcs had not retired, and he was going to fight.

At this moment, De Jong heard a few "swishes". Looking along the source of the sound, De couldn't bear to lose his face-a rope was thrown up from under the wall, and then the rope was thrown up. Suddenly straightened, the metal hook at the top firmly hooked the city head of Stromgarde.

"No, cut off those hooks!" De Jong commanded loudly, and at the same time he was the first to rush towards the crenellation of the wall behind the orcs.

Without the help of ropes, the orcs can only climb to the top of the city by climbing, which is dangerous and inconvenient; but if the orcs fix these ropes on the city wall and follow the ropes to climb to the top of the Fortress, it is simply It's a piece of cake. If the orcs rush to the city at such a rate, these thousands of court guards will definitely be unstoppable.

Under the command of the captain, the court guards reinvigorated their tired bodies and rushed towards the edge of the city wall. When they had a chance, they went up and cut the tight rope under the iron hook.

Of course, in order to achieve this goal, the court guards paid a great price. In order to cut the rope, they had to give up the defense behind themselves. Many court guards died tragically on the wall because they tried to cut the rope. At the crenellation.

De Jong chopped and chopped, madly repelling the enemy in front of him, grabbed the edge of the city wall, raised his two-handed sword and slashed towards a rope.

The rope broke at the sound, but De Jong did not stop. Instead, he wielded a large sword to cut other ropes nearby; at this moment, De Jong suddenly heard a shout: "Be careful!"

When De Jong turned around, he saw the two orcs waving their weapons together and roaring at him; De Jong used his great sword to block the warhammer of one of the orcs, but he could not care about the other orc. ; He can only watch the sharp axe blade close to his unsuspecting back a little bit, hoping that his armor can withstand this attack-although this is an unrealistic luxury.(To be continued.)

Chapter 353 The Death of Robin "Mad Dog"

With a "pounce", the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the body was heard softly, but De Jong did not feel the pain in his imagination.

what happened?De Jong didn't have time to think carefully, he struggling to open the orc's warhammer with the big sword in his hand, and then sent the big sword into the opponent's chest.

After solving the enemy in front of him, De Jong turned his head immediately-as expected, Robin was standing behind him, his body tilted slightly, and the same standard two-handed sword penetrated the neck of another orc.

"Haha, Robin, you saved me one more time!" De Jong happily patted his comrade on the shoulder, and said half-jokingly, "I didn't expect how your skill has fallen for so many years! Why, you gardener usually Do you still work part-time as a security guard?"

As soon as his hand pressed Robin’s shoulder, De Jong felt something wrong—it was too soft. Robin’s body seemed to be unsupported, and when he was lightly patted by himself, he fell down. .

An ominous premonition surged in De Jong's heart. He quickly threw away the weapon in his hand, hugged Robin's body, which was slowly falling, and shouted: "Robin, you..."

Robin leaned back on De Jong's body. De Jong's words came to an abrupt end like a bird pinched by his neck, and he could only utter an unknown roar of "Hoho".

On Robin's chest, a battle axe caused great trauma; the power of the orc was so great that half of the axe of that battle axe smashed into Robin's chest.

The standard plate armor failed to withstand this attack. The iron armor on the side of the wound collapsed, with a crack cut by a sharp axe blade in the middle; blood constantly gushing from the crack, quickly drenching Robin's red Stromgarde battle robe.

"Cough..." Robin's mouth came out with bubbles of blood, and his left hand was raised, trying to grasp De Jong's arm, but he didn't succeed.

"Robin, don't talk..." De Jong's tears couldn't stop flowing out, even though he knew he was on the battlefield, even though he knew he should take up arms now to prevent the orcs from continuing to invade his royal capital.But how could De Jong leave Robin alone?In just a few minutes, he has saved himself twice-and paid the price of his life!

De Jong is not a pampered veteran soldier, he has a lot of practical experience, otherwise he would not be able to sit on the seat of the captain of the court guard.Judging from Robin's injury at this time.De Jong knew that the orc's battle axe had deeply hurt Robin's lungs, and the blood flowing from the corners of Robin's mouth was full of bubbles to prove this.

There are very few mages and even priests on Arathi Highlands.Not long ago, Stromgarde’s only pastor team was also summoned to Lordaeron by Archbishop Alonthos Faor.Therefore, there is no priest in Stromgarde’s city head. As for the doctor... even the best doctor can hardly cure Robin.

"Hoho..." There was a noise from Robin's throat. This small movement was too intense for him now, and more blood flowed from the wounds on his mouth and chest.

"You...remember, your life...is mine, don't be taken by those orcs..." Robin reluctantly said the last thing he wanted to say to De Jong.

"I know... I know..." De Jong watched helplessly as his comrade-in-arms walked towards death. The blood-stained Stromgarde battle robe added a new color, dazzlingly red in the bright moonlight, like a death rose Blooming wantonly.

"I saw... Tess... on her head. It's light..." Robin murmured something De Jong couldn't understand.

De Jong knew that this was a glimpse of Robin before his death, because he had lost too much blood, and he had hallucinated now.It's just that this illusion is so wonderful at this time. For Robin, who is dying, it is a relief to be able to see the phantom of Tess, the love of his life.

"Take revenge for us, kill this group of...dogs!" Robin's hands, which were unable to hang on both sides of his body, suddenly grabbed De Jong's arms holding him, so powerful that De Jong wrinkled brow.

Seeing Robin staring at him, De Jong Qiang endured the grief in his heart.Nodded firmly-revenge, for Robin, for Tess, for all the civilians and soldiers of Arathi Highlands who died in the hands of the orcs.As long as he is alive, as long as there is a man who can hold a weapon alive on Arathi Highlands, the bloody enmity between the kingdom of Stormgard and the orcs and trolls will never end.

After receiving De Jong's answer, Robin seemed satisfied, and the strength in his hands suddenly weakened a lot.Finally, he fell weakly to the ground; his eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and warm blood continued to flow from the wound and the corners of his mouth, but De Jong felt a trembling cold—Robin was dead.

"Mad Dog" Robin is dead-in that year's fight against the bandits, Robin, who was still a newcomer, suddenly broke out with fierce fighting spirit, even if one leg was crushed by a fallen cart in the battle. It couldn't stop him from continuing to fight—after that battle, he got such a title.

This is not even a nickname, it is only used to describe his madness-in the Stromgarde's militia, there are not one thousand people called "mad dogs", but eight hundred.

Whether it’s a "mad dog" or Robin, De Jong only knows that his comrade-in-arms died. In order to save himself, he died in the hands of the orcs-and died with regret. He finally did not see those orcs being Completely wiped out the day in the world of Azeroth.

De Jong didn't know if he could see that day—if possible, he hoped he could see that day for Robin.

Holding Robin's gradually cold body, De Jong squeezed the tears from his eyes and raised his head to look around.

The orcs rushed up to the town of Torrent like a tide of darkness, but the court guards were always like fishing boats in the waves, no, like the hardest reef in the sea, despite the waves and storms, they were stubborn. Unyielding and indestructible.

Within De Jong's sight, court guards continued to fall; but every warrior had to take away more enemy lives before he died.

Even if their arms were chopped off by the brutal orcs, the court guards would rush to bite the throats of these invaders, pierce their throats with their sharp teeth, and let the enemy scream and cry, never let go, knowing the other The enemy cut off their heads.

Although the orcs were as ferocious as the beasts, when the homeland and honor were invaded, the court guards and the disabled and disabled veterans exploded with more brutal fighting spirit than the beasts.

In front of this group of desperate warriors, the orcs finally felt the fear of death; they retreated in chaos, and were driven to the wall in a mess.(To be continued.)

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Four

Gently put down Robin's body, De Jong helped his comrades close his eyes.Picking up the two-handed sword that he had thrown aside, De Jong slowly stood up.

At the crevice of the city wall not far away, an orc grabbed the crease with his sturdy arms, and was desperately trying to climb to the top of the city.

"Go to hell, monster!" De Jong took a step forward, struggling to slash the orc with the two-handed sword in his hand.

The sharp blade cut off the orc's arms in an instant, and it screamed and fell down the city wall; the blade's castration continued unabated, and it hit the brick wall fiercely, splashing sparks.

De Jong's movements did not stop. He came to the wall and looked down the wall; as far as he could see, the whole wall was densely covered with orcs, they wriggled and marched towards the wall like ants.

"Come on, monsters!" De Jong roared, put his two-handed sword aside, dragged the corpse of an orc, and threw it down the city wall like a sling.

Not far from De Jong, King Thoras still wielded his golden two-handed hammer, rushing arbitrarily among the orcs; Prince Garin and Kurbanke closely followed him, three people The small team formed had a great impact on the advance troops of the orcs ascending to the city.

A lot of time has passed. Due to his age, King Thoras is not as comfortable as before when he swings his warhammer. Prince Garlin’s armor has a few more damage, and his left shoulder is not so convenient. He was strained while competing with an orc for strength.

Kurbanke still moves like a butterfly through a flower, but even if he is as agile as his, the leather armor is gradually stained red with blood-of course, most of it belongs to the enemy.

On the head of Stromgarde, every soldier from the Kingdom of Stromgard is fighting bravely; after some nobles have maintained order in the city, they have also rushed to the wall with their own servants and guards to participate in the defense The orcs are attacking in battle.