"Princess, we can't arrive in time..."

Theresa, a female warrior holding a sharp sword, looked around panting and muttering to herself, "We can't escape. Hell, we're about to reach Skeleton Rock Town... It's about to..."

The Iron Princess remained silent. She turned her back to everyone, calmly untied the mitral breastplate, threw it away, and dealt with the shocking wounds.

Below the breastplate is a bandage soaked with sweat and blood, and the fresh blood is shining in the already coagulated and blackened blood.

After the wound was treated, she stopped anyone from helping her, frowned, stood up from the rocks with difficulty, and looked at the road winding up along the lush hill.

Wherever she could see, the road was scattered with discarded luggage, dead horses, and carriages and trolleys pushed to the side of the road.

Behind her, at one end of the forest, a black pillar of smoke rose to the sky, screaming and louder shouting were getting closer and closer.

"They are destroying the rear guards..."

The war mage Teresa wiped away the blood and sweat from her face, "Princess, did you hear it? The orcs caught up with the guards and were slaughtering! We can't get to Skeleton Rock Town."

"We are the guards now." The Iron Princess raised the rune sword in her hand and said in a tired and hoarse voice, "It's our turn..."

Hearing this sentence, even the firm-willed Teresa obviously shrank, and the Purple Dragon Knights standing not far away sighed heavily.

Princess Steel pulled the reins and turned around with the war horse beside her. Her horse was gasping for breath and could not even lift her head.

"We can't escape." She said calmly, "The magic has been used up, the physical strength has been exhausted, and even the war horses are almost exhausted. Before they arrive at Skull Rock Town, they will catch up with us and kill us all."

"Then throw away everything and hide it in the woods." Teresa avoided the gaze of Princess Steel, "Princess, I swear in the name of the gods that I will definitely cover you to escape. As long as everyone runs for their own lives, maybe... someone... can survive."

Princess Steel did not answer the swearing of the war mage.

She looked at the pass, shook her head, and then looked at the road, and the tails of the long queue of refugees on the road, heading towards Skull Rock Town, the only refuge in the Stormhorn Mountains.

The war mage Teresa understood the intention of the steel princess who had been with her day and night for more than half a year. She cursed angrily, turned over and dismounted, and barely stood still with her long sword.

"dismount!"

She hammered her chest, pointed to the position of her heart, and yelled at the Purple Dragon Knight and the War Mages:

"Did you see it? It is still beating. As long as it is still there, block the road with everything you can find! What to see? Your mother only gave birth to you once, and you can only die once! We are soldiers! We are the guards! We must block the pursuers and drag them..."

As he spoke, the war mage fell silent.

"As long as we drag the pursuers, those people can escape to Skull Rock Town and cross the mountains." The Iron Princess finished for her, "Why are there women and children among them? This is our duty!"

She slowly turned around and pointed at one purple dragon knight after another with a silver luster and blood-stained rune sword. Some of them were seriously injured and supported each other, while others were exhausted and didn't even have the strength to stand firm. She added softly:

"As the nobles of the kingdom, only you can decide your duties. Your family has always been the pillars of the kingdom, because your parents and grandfathers know their responsibilities and fulfill them, and you also know your responsibilities. When I leave this place, I will not look back at who sneaked into the woods and who made great strides with me. I don't need it. Because I know you have done your best. If you have the opportunity to escape, please wish Cormier's future and bright hope!"

She smiled slightly, inserted the sword into her arms, and put the mitral breastplate handed over by Teresa, and fastened it, "We have only one task in front of us, that's all, we must make sure that Cormier has a future."

The Purple Dragon Knight and the War Mage looked at each other.

For a moment, Princess Steel thought that the group of Purple Dragon Knights and War Mages, composed of young noble children, would escape, and would urge the sweaty and exhausted war horses to make the last desperate run, surpassing the refugees, and running towards the Yama Pass and Peace.

After all, most of them are on the battlefield for the first time, which is really too embarrassing for them.

But she was wrong...

"There are no cowards in the Kingdom of Cormier!"

A firm-faced Purple Dragon Knight drew out his sword, raised it to the sky, and shouted: "Purple Dragon Knight is Cormier's sharpest sword. Soldiers! Tell me, what should we do now?!"

The sharp sword showed its sharp edge, and it was angry at the sky, blinking a dazzling cold light in the pale sunlight.

The sun shone on the Purple Dragon Knight and his broken armor, as if there was a magical power that was inspiring, permeating this army of more than a hundred people.

“Sweep away evil!”

"Fight for Cormier's future!!!"

"Fight for the hope of light!!!"

"Fight for the Iron Princess!!!"

His words were like a sign, and the remaining Purple Dragon Knights and the war mages raised their weapons together and shouted loudly.

The Iron Princess jumped off the rock and raised her sword, "Then come with me. Fear is also a weapon. Let us stab our sword edge into the enemy's chest with fear!"

She turned around and began to run quickly as usual, and she suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

She stubbornly refused Teresa's hand, bit her trembling teeth, stomped her injured leg heavily, and then limped forward.

The Purple Dragon Knight and the Battle Mage all followed behind Princess Steel.

They found the right place, pushed a truck on the road, and quickly built a roadblock.

A temporary roadblock is not high and has no use at all.

They didn't wait long, and two war horses gasped and staggered, rushing over, and the foam at the corners of their mouths was everywhere.

There was only one horse with a rider on its back.

“Be prepared…”

The rider fell from the saddle and poured into the arms of a purple dragon knight, "Everything is ready, damn...they are right behind..."

His war horse sniffed, walked a few steps toward the side, fell heavily to the ground, straightened his neck, and made a last long neigh.

"Princess……"

The Ranger rider turned his head panting, "Give me...a weapon. My sword and animal companion were lost..."

The Iron Princess looked at the black smoke rising into the sky and turned her head towards the axe leaning against the carriage.

The Ranger Rider picked up his weapon, his footsteps staggered a little, and the right trouser leg was soaked in blood.

"Where are the others?" Theresa, a war wizard, looked at the Ranger Knight.

"Everything was killed." Ranger moaned, not forgetting to smile at her:

"The whole army is not left...Tresa, those who are not ordinary orcs...the elite among orcs...what is chasing us is the shadow wolf among the eight orcs."

The war mage Teresa spitted, pulled off her family's badge from her shoulder armor, and threw it into the bushes beside her. The ranger beside her showed a sarcastic smile and deliberately wiped her badge cleaner.

"It's the same whether you throw it or not, Teresa, I said..."

His voice came to an abrupt end, and the enemy had appeared in sight, and they spread over the top of the mountain.

The orc torrent was completely disorganized, including warlock and shaman-style cloth armor, patchwork leather armor, and imposing plate armor.

"Roar!Roar!Roar!..."

Without warning or warning, an angry roar broke the silence.

More than twenty beasts suddenly rushed out of the shadows, and they had been carefully hiding behind the rolling hills or among the low bushes.

In a blink of an eye, two war mages and one Purple Dragon Knight had already fallen down, and there was no time to recite the spell.

Others were also trapped in close combat with wild beasts, some of them being torn off their flesh and some were bitten to pieces.

Within just a few seconds, more than a dozen people were seriously injured or had died.

"Occurrence!" shouted the Ranger Rider.

He dragged his tired body and led the way, rushing towards a huge brown bear with totem marks all over his body.

The brown bear is biting a purple dragon knight with a tender face that looks only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The Ranger's rider's battle axe whistled in the wind, hitting the throat protected by the brown bear's fur at a clever angle, and its head was almost cut off.

Pain, fury and bloodthirsty cries continued, and new voices joined in - the screams of arrows breaking through the air and the roar of magic explosion.

The owners, orc rangers and shamans behind the group of wild beasts also joined the battle.

The war mage Teresa cursed and jumped over a warrior's corpse hugged with the fierce wolf. The two guys were entangled until death. The soldier's short knife penetrated into the fierce wolf's eyes, and the fierce wolf bit the soldier's throat tightly.

Teresa's eyes swept over and found several Purple Dragon Knights fighting against a lonely enemy.

She found her target of attack.

She raised the brilliant rune sword, her movements so fast that it was hard to see clearly. Her long black hair was braided into a single braid and danced like a snake behind her.

In the blink of an eye, five orc corpses were already stepping on her feet that were trying to block the way, and another orc shaman in front of her fell down in her ribs.

Her cold eyes locked on a grey-skinned orc.

And the next moment, the orc shouted loudly and rushed over.

This orc is very powerful, and Theresa has to admit it.

From the huge scar on his face, it can be seen that he has been through the battlefield for a long time.

Seeing that his leader was planning to take action himself, the orc members surrounding him all scattered in horror to find other enemies.

This gave Theresa a chance.

The battle mage Teresa is still extremely fast.

Her rune sword breaks through the orc's defense again and again.

The enemy had been hit by her more than once. If he hadn't saved him with heavy armor, he would have been killed long ago.

She had to find a way to attack the armor gap between the enemy's arms and torso.

The gray-skinned orc raised one hand and waved it over his head, and the other slashed down.

Theresa flashed to the side and was deliberately cut into the thigh. She groaned and stumbled backwards, as if she would fall down at any time.

"Ha! Cormier finally began to promote the unsuccessful soldiers, which is so gratifying." A contemptuous smile appeared on the orc's hideous face, "I can make you bleeding, but I can do you!"

Something incredible happened.

The war mage Teresa suddenly jumped up and pointed at the orc, while opening her mouth and roaring, making a roar like a beast.

The orc leader quickly crossed his axes in front of him to protect him, but what shocked him was that the war mage stepped on his axe regardless of the wounds on his legs, as if he was actively supporting her with his hands.

In the midst of lightning, the sword of the war mage penetrated through the gap of the orc's armor and stabbed his neck. He twisted his hands hard, and the cut artery fountain of blood surged out.

On the other side, a group of orcs divided the Iron Princess into an independent battlefield.

"Little girl, I don't know how you lived to this day." One of them had the largest and the most tidy armor, and the orc who looked like the leader grinned and sneered: "Today, we will correct this mistake."

They each showed off their weapons, battle axes, heavy swords, and cold and dim poisonous daggers.

The Iron Princess smiled, and she showed a chilling sneer.

The orcs who were leaning over seemed a little confused about her reaction, but the leader seemed to understand something and laughed happily, "It turned out to be the princess of the Kingdom of Cormier!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Cut off her head and offer it to the great sage!" said another orc.

The Great Sage of the Storm Horn Mountains.

Needless to say, the Iron Princess raised the rune sword, and the arcane energy radiated like a halo, and there was nowhere to hide.

All the orcs were hit hard and staggered back, feeling both shocked and fearful.

The orc, who seemed to be a wanderer, was shocked by the dagger and finally maintained its balance, but the stronger orcs quickly stabilized their pace and waved their weapons and charged again.

The Iron Princess smiled coldly, and a light blue halo radiated from her as the center. All the orcs were frozen by Han Bing's legs and were locked in place.

Immediately afterwards, she danced lightly in the rune sword and summoned a huge fireball to bombard the orcs.

The mana remnants left by the previous attack of the Aoi attack made the flames burn even more vigorously. Before the six orcs and shamans were ready, they instantly called and turned into firemen, burned to ashes in the painful twitch.

The other ten people were a little far apart, and fortunately they left their bodies behind after facing the Iron Princess.

The frost and fire dissipated, and the surviving orcs continued to move forward, but they had obviously become more cautious.

A conical fog sprayed out, and the orcs struggled as if they were entering the mud.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Four fireballs shot out, four orcs were killed on the spot, and then another arcane impact, the Iron Princess lightly caused the enemies to fall one by one.

There are still ten left.

Six struggled dyingly, four were not injured yet.

She waved her sword lightly, and the arcane energy from the fairy wilderness gushed out from her silvery blade, and no one could stand except her.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and stranded strands of hair against her pale cheeks.

When she put down her hands, there was no orc in her sight that could move.

To be precise, there is one left.

The orc's chest was still slowly rising and falling under the broken armor, and his body kept twitching and trembling.

Princess Steel held a sword, and her bones of pleasure surged into her heart. She slowly limped and firmly stepped through the corpses and came to the only survivor.

The orcs coughed repeatedly, and dark red blood spurted out of their mouths with fangs.

His body was covered with burn marks, and the melted iron of the armor rolled along his skin until it was embedded in his body.

This must be very painful, she thought coldly.

Then, accompanied by a barbaric shout, the rune sword penetrated deeply between the orc's neck armor and shoulder armor.

Blood gushed out, dyeing her hands bright red.

The dying orc wanted to struggle, but she stepped on his head with her feet, even if her life was about to end, she would still let him watch his enemy die.

The battle was short and fierce. After repelling the first wave of attacks, less than half of their team of 100 people survived.

The orcs did not give them a chance to breathe. The second wave of men mixed with wolf cavalry rushed over, followed by the third wave and the fourth wave...

After a moment, only the Iron Princess was still standing, most of them were killed, and a few survivors were either seriously injured and dying, dying, or completely lost the ability to stand up.

The orcs surrounded her.

"Come on!" She shook her long blood-stained hair and shouted fiercely, "What are you waiting for? Don't even think of capturing me alive! I am the steel princess of the Kingdom of Cormier!"

Princess Steel was stained with blood from head to toe, and she refused the war wizard Teresa's request to give her mercy.

She raised her sword and turned around suddenly. The ribbons that bound her long brown-red hair slid down. Her messy hair spread out, covering half of her face, like a devil in hell, and the arrogant orc troops were frightened and retreated one after another.

The entire battlefield fell into death silence.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!…"

The silence was finally broken by a horn of shock. The sound was enough to make the blood coagulate and the hairs stood up.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!…"

The sound of the battle horn sounded again, the distance was closer and the rhythm was even more intense.

From the shadow of the forest, hundreds of orcs rushed out.

Their exquisite equipment is comparable to that of the fully armed Purple Dragon Knight, and they are all holding huge weapons that look heavier than armored humans.

A torrent of flesh and blood composed of orcs rolled in under the leadership of an orc leader.

"Get out of here for a bunch of waste!"

The orc leader roared, his body covered in armor, and his hand was waving a terrifying giant axe that was roaring because of his desire for blood.

The armor on his shoulder looked like it was made of huge fangs, and between the shoulder and hand armor, a piece of brown skin with a tattoo was exposed.

Orcs surrounding the Iron Princess made way for him.

With a clanging sound.

The sword blade of the Iron Princess hit the orc leader's axe handle.

The orcs pushed her together, and she staggered back.

The giant axe then slashed straight from above with a force of force. The Iron Princess raised her sword and stormed her, but she did not intend to fight hard, but used her exquisite swordsmanship to lower the center of gravity along this force, and then quickly flew forward against the orc leader, and at the same time she slashed her back.

The orc leader snorted, amazed at how this human could leave a wound on the inside of his arm.

"This is my first drop of blood in this battle." The orc roared in the common language, "Good done, human, you will die with glory."

"But you won't." The Iron Princess took a few steps back, danced the sword in her hand, and said without showing any weakness.

The orc leader, who was angry and angry, roared and was about to rush over again.

"Put down your sword, little lady." A calm voice interrupted the battle.

An orc flag with a wolf-headed pattern moved out of the jungle.

Two elite orc warriors surrounded by a cloth robe under the banner. They were a little short with black hair combed into braids. They slowly appeared on many positions of their bodies.

He rode a snow-white wolf and walked out of the cringing orcs. The evil wolf squirted, shook his head suddenly, and digged up the blood-stained sandy ground with full energy.

"Put down your sword, woman."

The orc shaman repeated, he had a pair of wise eyes, bright and divine, not as dull as other orcs, full of tyranny.

He held a totem artifact that looked like a bone in his hand, which was carved with patterns of giant wolf spirits, and the ends of the bone rod were also decorated with these emerald green leaves.

The Steel Princess laughed horrifyingly and wiped her face with her cuffs. Sweat, dust and blood were mixed together.

"My sword is very valuable, I won't throw it away, orc!" she shouted:

"You want to steal it unless you break my fingers! I am the steel princess of the Kingdom of Cormier, what are you waiting for?"

"I satisfy your glory, the Iron Princess of the Kingdom of Cormier."

The orc shaman leaned over slightly, and his behavior and expression naturally showed a polite temperament, and the common language in mainland China was also very standard.

He raised one hand and made an attacking gesture to his subordinates.

As the orc shaman lowered his arms, a huge fireball fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded, and the scorching flames raged, causing panic among the orc troops.

A figure suddenly hit the iron princess' cold eyes and blocked her.

He was covered in dust, his short boots on the ground were covered with dust and blood. He faced the dazzling sunlight, blocking the orcs and the Iron Princess, leaving only her tall and upright back.

The familiar back in sight gradually blurred Princess's eyes.

Broken ice fell from the sky, five orcs were killed on the spot, and the rest were seriously injured.

After the melee, the ground was already soaked in blood. Every time he took a step forward, he would leave a shallow footprint. The depth of each footprint was exactly the same, and the distance between each footstep was exactly the same.

His arms holding the staff danced lightly, and another group of unexpected orcs were frozen into ice sculptures, followed by a fireball that knocked out a piece of ice slag.

The orcs retreated in panic like an ant in a hot pan.

After comforting the orc shaman on his mount, he raised his totem magic weapon and responded coldly.

However, what shocked him was that a mysterious energy that penetrated from the void suddenly made him and his mount disappear into the main material world.

"roar!"

The orc leader roared, waved his battle axe, and rushed towards the other side with an unstoppable momentum.

More than a dozen black tentacles condensed from shadow energy broke out from the ground and flexibly wrapped around the orc leader's two thighs.

The paralysis effect accompanied by the highly condensed shadow energy made the burly orc leader stiff in the air, giving up any struggle.

With the slight swaying of the staff, the two tentacles exerted force in the opposite direction respectively. The orc leader was ruthlessly torn in half in his heart-wrenching wail.

Blood scattered like rain, and the remaining orc troops were completely scared.

Princess Iron saw him crossing the orc leader's corpse, split into two, maintaining the routine just now at a stable rhythm, and each attack he could kill more than a dozen orcs.

The magic of destruction composed of frost, flames and lightning poured out from his dancing staff and shot into the crowd of orcs who were howling and running away.

The orc archers and shamans in the distance tried to fight back, and the howling crossbow arrows and magic were all isolated one meter away, and then responded to them with a more violent counterattack.

The figure that had been on the one-sided side, and the last orc was killed, never turned around from beginning to end, and was suddenly wrapped in energy from the teleportation array and disappeared.

In just a moment, with the buzzing sound from the magic circle, the orc shaman's body was dropped to the ground, and together with his wolf, he twitched a few times, fell into a pool of blood that was shining with gloomy light, and lost his life.

The steel princess' heart was locked, and her hands began to be out of control. She kept shaking and threw away her clenched sword, staring blankly at the figure who had turned around and walked towards her.

He shook his head and swayed his hood, revealing a familiar face that combines the merits of humans and elves.

His eyes were as clear as water, and there was a bottomless black under his eyes. His slightly raised lips were smiling as light as fog, which made her feel very intimate.

"Cisiaya, Cormier's Iron Princess."

He stretched out his right hand that had just outlined countless magical destruction, gently stroked her face, and whispered, "According to your request, I have never forgotten you."

After being asked by his caring question, Princess Steel's originally strong heart instantly broke its defense.

In an instant, all the grievances surged into her heart. Her throat was sobbing that she couldn't speak. She felt a soreness on her nose, and hot tears fell from her eyes.

She plunged into his arms, buried her head between his warm chest, her shoulders trembled, making a low and enduring whimper, like a helpless child, lonely and helpless.

She tried her best to control the tears in her eyes, but the more she suppressed the tears, the more she burst.
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