"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.
To be continued...