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.
To be continued...