Annuo was just a symbolic leader of the Knights who survived the disaster and said hello, he explained his identity, and then he got into the orc army again.

The lord of the Knights in the small border town looked at Annuo, who was fearless in the face of tens of thousands of orcs, and was longing for and respectful and fearful.

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

His broken knights could not even attract the attention of the orc army, but he could only pray silently for Anno.

A day has passed.

Annuo's left arm, which had just been picked up for a few days, broke again, and hung weakly on one side. The armor on his body was dim and his face was covered with blood, but he was still holding a sword in one hand and fighting hard.

He was extremely tired, but he waved the sword given by his friend Meilin without any obstacles.

A thick layer of orc corpses were already covered with around Annuo, and most of them were broken limbs and broken arms.

The rising sun shone on Anno's hair, and the blood-colored knight finally made the orcs feel fear.

This time, the orcs gathered about 10,000 orc warriors to enter the human world, and were slaughtered by Annuo by one tenth. Although he felt that he could kill this human knight, the terrified orcs who were killed were unwilling to become the next corpse under Annuo's sword.

With one battle with ten thousand, no orcs dared to approach.

"I know there are some people among you who can understand human words!" Annuo stepped on a layer of orc corpse, forcibly stood up straight, and the sword in his hand suddenly slapped, blood on the sword, and the light burst out in his dim eyes, shouting sternly, "This country is the country I protect!"

In a word, the meaning is self-evident.

There was a noise among the orcs.

Annuo stood there, his cold eyes swept across the green-skinned creatures.

The orcs all took a step back.

Annuo still moved, the sword in his hand reflected the light of the sun.

The orcs began to riot, and some orcs began to flee behind.

Annuo finally moved and took a step forward gently, and 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, the remaining orcs still had more than 8,000. During the retreat, there was inevitably a stampede. I wonder how many orcs died tragically at the feet of their companions.

Behind Annuo is the newborn red sun, which sets Annuo like a god. He just stood there with a sword, with a pair of tiger eyes looking coldly at a large number of retreating orcs.

Until all these dirty non-human things disappear into the human world.

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

He gasped heavily, and the broken left arm had already swollen because it had not been treated for a long time. Another mouthful of blood was spit out. Annuo only felt the things in his eyes gradually blurred.

I remembered the majestic figure sitting on the throne, and the brave knight who fought with the demon dragon in the north.

King, I have solved the orc's difficulties...

Meilin, my best friend, please be sure to stay in the royal court...

As his eyes gradually turned dark, Annuo finally couldn't hold on.
Chapter completed!