The rank of a senior knight made him invincible wherever he went. Surrounded by his personal guards, Johnny was soon fighting with the one-eyed orc.

"Qiang"

The knight's sword collided with the short axe, causing a shower of sparks. Several sword and ax strikes struck each other, chipping away at the surrounding city walls. After all, Johnny was slightly better, using the combat skill [Knight's Cut] to decapitate the one-eyed orc owl.

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Before he could organize a militia to surround and suppress the orcs on the city wall, a tall figure jumped up in front of his eyes, with flying hair and a huge tomahawk held high, shining coldly in the sunlight.

Johnny fully raised his sword to block, but only heard a "clang" sound. The battle ax collided with the broad sword blade, and a huge force was transmitted along the sword to his arm. Johnny groaned and stepped back repeatedly.

After several steps, he stopped with his long sword stuck on the ground.

Seeing the right arm holding the sword trembling slightly, a frightened look appeared on his face for the first time. This orc's power... is very strong!

Mosa Tuwen held the battle ax and looked at Johnny with great interest, pacing slightly around him, paying no attention to the lights and shadows of swords around him, as if he only had eyes for the opponent in front of him.

Johnny used his strength to stand up, but heard the tall orc opposite said: "Human, tell me your name. After I take off your head, I will let my newborn son inherit this name!"

He still speaks the common language of mainland China!

It is the tradition of the orcs to name their offspring after the strong men they have defeated, which is very consistent with the warlike and strong-willed nature of this race.

"Hmph, my name is Johnny Glass, dirty and despicable orc, what's your name!" Johnny adjusted his condition while waiting for the opportunity.

"You are the strongest person I have met along the way. You are qualified to know my name. My name is Mosa. Picture and text. I will make your head into an exquisite wine vessel, and your skin will be covered with my

War drums!"

Mosa's voice was cold, and fire seemed to be rising in his eyes, which was the desire to fight!

"Then come and try!" Johnny shouted loudly, raised his sword and rushed towards Mosa...

Lane, who was less than a hundred miles away from the Chelt Territory, didn't know it yet, but the orc horns were already blowing in the wilderness.

Accompanied by Allen, he inspected the first battalion of the militia and the city defense battalion. Although the time was short, he had already practiced well. Although he didn't know what it would be like in a fight, at least he was out of the level of cannon fodder.

"Is the city defense being strengthened?" Ryan was still quite satisfied with Allen's results and turned to look at Hans.

"Replying to your lord, arrows, spears, etc. are being made as quickly as possible, and kerosene and dung juice have also been collected. It will definitely be enough." Hans quickly stepped forward and said confidently.

"I've told you so many times that I want to call it Golden Juice." Ryan nodded with satisfaction. At the end, he didn't forget to correct him. Although Golden Juice sounds nice, calling it Dung Juice is not aristocratic at all and lacks the etiquette of a gentleman.

Hans had an apologetic smile on his face, but in his heart he just felt that the Baron was really a cruel man. He could even think of such a dirty trick as boiling manure juice. He swore that he had never seen such a disgusting and vicious defense method.

The group of people walked all the way to the city wall. Ryan put his hands on the female wall and looked at the civilians digging holes outside the city wall. He felt extremely satisfied.

After asking Dele and Hans, they learned that their defense method was actually very primitive, which was to guard the city wall, shoot arrows, throw stones, and at most dig a moat outside the city.

The city of Doman was small and Cana was poor. There was no such thing as a moat, which meant that there were zero defensive facilities outside the city walls.

How can this work? So ideas came out of Ryan's head one after another, and digging a soldier trap was just one of them.

Although this thing may not be of much use, as long as it can slightly block the orcs' attack, they will have more opportunities to fire arrows.

In addition, there are also things like burying sharp wooden stakes. Anything that Ryan can think of and can achieve in a short time can be used.

This kind of defensive method was once not accepted by Allen, Dele and others. After all, it was very against the spirit of chivalry, but who is Ryan?

There is only one spirit he believes in, and that is to win! Means are just tools to achieve the goal. Fortunately, they are not rigid dogmatic knights. After a few words of persuasion from Ryan, they accepted it by default.

Just as the city was busy outside, a group of vultures flew over Doman City...

In the Chelt Territory, on the city wall, Mosa held a head high in one hand and a blood-stained battle ax in the other, making a thunderous roar.

Although his body was also covered with scars, he was the final winner of the battle, and he looked even more ferocious and terrifying with blood dripping from his body.

No one expected that a senior knight would fall on the city wall and be trampled on by dirty orcs in a pool of filthy blood.

The guards rushed forward like crazy, trying to snatch Johnny's body back, but where could they find a foothold in the city walls that were already crowded with orcs?

Until the last guard had his neck broken by Mossa, the last resistance on the city wall disappeared, and the orcs like wild beasts rushed into the city and began to frantically release the desires in their hearts.

Killings filled every corner of the city. Without the protection of the city walls, humans were far from being the opponents of the orcs and could only be slaughtered by others.

Mosa stood on the city wall, with his blood-stained battle ax standing on the crenellations, quietly enjoying the human wails, pain, fear... all of this fascinated him.

The biting cold wind, carrying the indelible blood, broke the flagpole flying the eagle flag and dropped it into a pool of dirty blood.

During this killing, Baron Archie could only huddle in the castle with the remaining soldiers. When Johnny was defeated, he was talking about life with the graceful maid.

But now, he can only cower in a corner in fear, listening to the wailing of his subjects. Countless people want to enter his castle for refuge and promise to dedicate everything to him.

If it were normal times, he would definitely accept them as a gentleman and accept everything from them unceremoniously. But now, he dare not have the slightest idea of ​​​​such a thing. Except for letting a group of wealthy businessmen and knights come in, other times he would

Unmoved.

Gradually, people also knew that the lord had given up on them. Amidst vicious curses, tens of thousands of people began to escape from another door. Fortunately, the orcs were immersed in the feast of killing and had no intention of blocking the door.

This allowed most people to escape, but even so, thousands of people remained in the city forever. They would become corpses, prisoners, and even... food.

Most people fled aimlessly, but a small number of people gathered and began to flee to Cana Territory to seek shelter.
Chapter completed!