With his strength, Marbury led Robles to the front of the crowd, and then he smelled a strong smell of blood. His eyes immediately shocked - three rows of corpses of more than 30 orcs were lying across, with their belly broken, their hands and legs broken, their brains overflowing, and their organs flowed, and their death was extremely tragic.

"Hiss~~" Roberts gasped. The scene of the corpse was so shocking. He had heard countless rumors about orcs in Deepwater City and also saw the skull tower in front of the city gate. But that was the result of all the knights in the entire Deepwater City carrying out autumn suppression for nearly a month. Moreover, the number of people injured by the Knights has always been kept secret. Rumors say that the number of knights sacrificed is about twice the orcs.

Looking at the entire Black Stone Collar, except for Sir Weimar's only 50 or 60 knights with simple equipment and the strange mysterious infantry with shaved heads, the rest were inequality militias.

According to common sense, even if you can win, it will definitely be a miserable victory.

"Hey, Marbury."

The crowds around were extremely noisy, and the farmers were as shocked as they were. Roberts patted Marbury on the shoulder, leaned into his ear, and raised his tone: "I remember, you said you had just brought back a dozen wounded people?"

"Ah? What? The wounded?" Marbury put his hand on his ear and shouted: "Yes, the wounded are only a dozen."

"Unbelievable!" Robles looked confused.

"Give it all, give it one! Lord Lord is here." A few knights broke into the commotion and separated the road. Lia, wearing bright silver armor, with a big sword on her waist and a cloak, walked into the court with a heroic look and spirit.

The angular face was full of confidence. Riya raised her head slightly, looked around the farmers around her, and gently raised her head and made a downward gesture.

The noisy crowd immediately calmed down, and everyone looked at Liya nervously and curiously.

"As you can see, these are the orcs who intend to attack us last night." Liya's clear voice sounded: "All thirty orc warriors, and..." Liya raised her voice, waved her hand gently, and the four knights behind her carried in a huge bloody warhammer: "A orc centurion!"

With a coaxing sound, the crowd exploded. The hideous bloody warhammer showed how powerful the orcs who could use this weapon were.

"Centurion Warhammer." The blacksmith Marbury's pupils instantly expanded. As a blacksmith, he could roughly measure the size of the warhammer, and his weight was eighty or ninety pounds. During the time he was studying in Deep Water City, he and his master had heard people discuss this kind of blood warhammer in the Blacksmith Guild.

In addition to the weight of the warhammer, it also has much stronger material, strength and toughness than ordinary steel, and even Bethka steel cannot be compared with it. It is said that orcs are made of meteorites outside the sky, and only orc warriors with status are qualified to use it.

"I think..." Riya looked solemn and her tone was a little solemn: "Many older people may still remember many years ago. Our Black Stone Corps, the tragic war with orcs that lasted for years. Countless farmers and livestock were ruthlessly killed. Children lost their fathers, wives lost their husbands, and our ancestors struggled in the abyss of pain and fear."

There were indeed many survivors of the last war in the crowd, and were reminiscent of painful memories.

"Yes, I've gone through those terrible years." A farmer in his fifties wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "My parents were killed by orcs. In front of me, these terrible orcs."

"Old John, I am the same as you. My father and uncle were taken away by the orcs." There was a slightly young farmer beside him who patted Old John on the back: "I was only eleven at that time."

"Yes, we cannot forget that past, that painful memory." Leah glanced at the crowd and clenched her fists: "My father, your beloved Lord Jarot, also sacrificed in the hands of the orcs to protect the people."

"But now!" Riya's eyebrows raised, and sheeped loudly: "We will not be afraid of them anymore. We will continue our revenge. The black stone leader will stand forever. The orcs in front of you have paid their due price for the sins of their ancestors."

The crowd gradually calmed down, and his eyes fell on Liya, with curiosity and doubt.

"Our brave warriors defeated them with fearless courage. None of them escaped!" Riya held the hilt of the sword tightly in her hand, and her expression was passionate: "The five knights gave their precious lives for this. They died heroically and bravely, and died as their deaths. They deserve the respect of all of us and the memory of all."

Five Knights?

Only five knights were sacrificed?

The crowd boiled again, and everyone's face was filled with incredible thoughts. Compared with the dozens of corpses in front of them, the five knights were simply incredible.

"My God, Mr. Robles, have we heard it wrong?" Marbury opened her mouth in surprise: "Shouldn't it be fifty?"

"There is no need to lie about this kind of thing, nor can it be lying." Roberts frowned tightly: "Now everyone in the Black Stone Corps lives in the camp, and many of them are the family members of the Knights. It is impossible to hide the losses of so many Knights. I think - maybe this is true."

"Yes, you heard it right." Leah pressed down again: "Tomorrow morning, we will offer our flowers and respect to these five brave knights, praying for their heroic souls, and entering the Valhalla."

Lea glanced in the crowd, saw Roberts, and waved at him, "Mr. Robles, you are the stonemason hired by our Black Stone Corps. I would like to ask if you can carve stone tablets?"

Robles quickly walked out of the crowd and nodded: "Sir, what kind of stone tablet do you want to raise?"

"A monument to the heroes." Leah took a light breath: "With the best stone, be tall and eye-catching. Any warrior who guards the Black Stone Corps will engrave their glorious name on it. It will always stand on the Black Stone Corps for everyone to admire and remember."

"Sir, this is OK. I will come up with a few plans." Roberts bowed gently, but he was a little confused. Shouldn't the heroic spirit of the knight go to the holy kingdom?

Valhalla? He didn't know that the Valhalla mentioned belonged to the majestic Krem.

"Very good, this matter is left to you." Liya nodded with satisfaction, then lifted her cloak and pulled out the sword from her waist. The sharp blade flashed with the sun's light, and said in a loud voice: "I, Liya Sand. I swear here to guard the Black Stone Collar forever and sacrifice my life. Our brave warriors will become the shield for everyone, protecting you forever. Cheer, for the victory of the Black Stone Collar! Cheer, for the sacrifice of the warriors!"

"For the victory of the Blackstone Corps! For the sacrifice of the warriors."

Eric, who was a child caregiver in the crowd, immediately shouted. Then the enthusiasm of the rest was also ignited. In front of the terrifying orc corpse, it brought a strong shock to everyone's hearts and an indescribable sense of security.

...

Liya was proclaiming victory to the farmers, which was inspiring. Qin Song was not idle either. He was listening to the battle reports of Ralph, Hun, Mengko and others in the temporary camp of the soldiers, as well as their respective experiences summarized.

However, they were pirates, with limited knowledge, limited experience, and limited vision. They knew nothing about this new combat mode of thermal weapons, and they couldn't tell the reason even after a long time of grinding.

At this time, the high-ranking soldier Melin opened the curtain and reported respectfully: "Commander, Harald wakes up."

"Is that?" Qin Song stood up, Harald performed outstandingly in yesterday's battle. Fortunately, he retained a round of ammunition and temporarily restrained Kamuro, waiting for Liya's help. Otherwise, once Kamuro broke into the crowd, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"How are his legs?"

When Luna arrived at the battlefield, her legs and body were almost separated. Harald, who had lost too much blood, was only a line away from death.

Mailin exclaimed: "Miss Luna's magical power is very wonderful. Harald's legs miraculously recovered. And his complexion has improved a lot, and it seems that it will be restored in less than a few days."

"Let's go and take me to see. Ralph, come too, I have an important decision to announce it."

"Yes, commander."

When he opened the curtain and walked into the wooden shed, Luna was wiping the sweat from her forehead. Harald, who was lying on the blanket, leaning against the wall, his tone was weak: "Thank you, Miss Luna. This... this is really incredible."

"Prefer to your strength, thank you for your commander." Luna smiled playfully: "Your luck is really good. Fortunately, you just have legs. If you smash your chest, you might be buried in the soil now."

"Yes, yes." Harald looked at the cute little girl with a childish face, and felt grateful. The moment the bloody war hammer fell, he felt that he was dead, and he never thought that there would be a day to wake up. What was even more surprising was that his legs were safe and sound.

"Luna?" Qin Song's smile sounded.

Luna's eyes lit up, she turned around and quickly walked to Qin Song, ran over excitedly, pointed at Harald, raised her small breasts, and looked proud: "Qin, right, did you see it? What I promised will definitely do."

"Well, you did a good job." Qin Song nodded gently and praised: "How do you feel when you snatch life back from the God of Death?"
Chapter completed!