Chapter 21: One to retreat ten thousand

Annuo was just a symbolic leader of the knights who survived the disaster. He said hello, made his identity clear, and then dived into the orc army.

The Lord of the Knights of the small border town looked at Anno who showed no fear in the face of tens of thousands of orcs, with admiration and fear.

He looked at the king's guard knight with awe, and murmured: "May the glory of Britain protect you, powerful and fearless knight Annoqing."

His dilapidated knights could not even attract the attention of the orc army. As an ordinary knight, he could only pray silently for Annuo.

One day passed.

Annuo's left arm, which had just been reattached a few days ago, was broken again and hung limply on one side. The armor on his body was dim in color and his face was stained with blood, but he still held the sword in one hand and fought hard.

Although mentally exhausted, he wielded the sword given by his friend Merlin without any hindrance.

There was already a thick layer of orc corpses scattered around Annuo, and most of them had broken limbs.

The rising sun reflected Anno's hair, and the blood-stained knight finally made the orcs feel fearful.

This time, the orcs gathered about 10,000 orc warriors and wanted to enter the human world. One-tenth of them were slaughtered by Annuo. Although they felt that they could kill the human knight, the timid orcs who were killed were all Don't want to be the next corpse under Annuo's sword.

With one against ten thousand, no one of the horrified orcs dared to approach.

"I know there are some among you who can understand human language!" Annuo stepped on a layer of orc corpses and stood up straight. He slammed the sword in his hand, blood spilled on the sword, and light burst out from his dim eyes. He shouted sternly, "This country is the country I protect!"

In one sentence, the meaning is self-evident.

There was a commotion among the orcs.

Annuo stood there, his cold eyes scanning these green-skinned creatures.

The orcs all took a step back.

Annuo remained motionless, the sword in his hand reflecting the light of the sun.

The orcs began to riot, and some of the orcs began to flee to the rear.

Annuo finally moved and took a step forward gently. The orc corpse under his feet made a "puff" sound.

The orcs finally could no longer withstand the pressure of this little human and began to retreat in large numbers.

Even if Annuo killed thousands of orcs, there were still more than 8,000 orcs left. During the retreat, a stampede would inevitably occur, and many orcs died tragically at the feet of their companions.

Behind Annuo was the newborn red sun, which made Annuo look like a god. He just stood there with his sword in his hand, a pair of tiger eyes with murderous intent, looking indifferently at the large number of retreating orcs.

Until all these dirty inhuman things disappear from the human world.

Annuo finally couldn't bear the high-intensity fighting for a day and night, and half-knelt on the ground. No, it should be a thick layer of orc corpses.

Breathing heavily, his broken left arm was already swollen from being left untreated for a long time, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Annuo felt that the things in his eyes were gradually blurring.

Thinking of the majestic figure sitting on the throne, thinking of the heroic knight fighting the dragon in the north.

King, I have solved the problem of the orcs...

Regardless of the restraint of worldly affairs, whether my deeds are enough to leave a mark in human history...

His vision gradually turned black, and Annuo finally couldn't hold on any longer.

fell to the ground.