When Lancer and the man climbed up the watchtower, they could already see dozens of green-skinned 'monsters' charging towards them, led by more than ten of their companions riding Direwolves.
"Mr. Lancer, I apologize, but could I please ask you to help out at the main gate? After we repel these enemies, I will personally write a letter to commend you."
As sentries of the Black Morass, they understood the strength of these green-skinned monsters better than anyone. With Lancer, a powerful warrior, by his side at this time, he naturally couldn't let him go. However, he didn't intend to trick Lancer since both sides were in the same predicament, so he promised to commend him.
Lancer didn't say much about this. After all, even if the other party didn't ask, he couldn't possibly abandon them. He nodded and went directly to the main gate. The commander responsible for leading the infantry saw Lancer and nodded to him as a greeting, then watched the wooden gate in front of him with a serious expression...
The enemy didn't keep them waiting long. After only a little over a minute, the sound of the enemy's frantic running reached their ears, and as the sound grew louder ——————
"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"
Intense impacts brutally deformed the wooden gate in front of them. The ordinary soldiers next to Lancer also nervously gripped their long spears, and then ——————
"Crash~!"
The wooden gate did not hold out for long. It was shattered under the terrifying force of the Orcs' impact. When the Orcs swinging axes appeared, everyone unconsciously swallowed. It must be known that even the slimmest Orc's physique far surpassed that of strong human soldiers, let alone their eerie skin color, sharp tusks, and crazy roars.
"Attack!!"
But just at this moment, the roar of the commander suddenly came from behind, and the nervous soldiers instinctively thrust out the long spears in their hands.
"Poof~"
"Poof~"
...
The iron spears pierced into the bodies of the Orcs, but before they could get excited for long, they found that this collective thrust did not cause much damage in the true sense. Although most Orcs were opened up with several holes, they actually became even more frenzied amidst a burst of roars.
"Roar!!"
The leading Orc swung a two-handed axe, which was not much smaller than an ordinary person's body, and chopped viciously towards an human soldier's right shoulder. If this strike connected, the human soldier would likely be cut in half. However ——————
"Clang~!!"
Accompanied by a burst of sparks, a bloody long spear appeared beside the soldier, forcefully intercepting the opponent's attack.
"Get out of the way!!"
After warning the other party, Lancer thrust his spear violently towards that Orc.
"Poof~!"
Because the two-handed axe was deflected, the opponent's chest was wide open. The long spear brutally pierced through the opponent's breastplate and into their heart. However, the scene that followed took Lancer completely by surprise.
Even though it was hit in the vital spot, the frenzied Orc ignored it and continued to attack Lancer, swinging its two-handed axe.
Lancer, who had traversed battlefields, had naturally seen warriors who didn't fear death, but not fearing death did not mean they wouldn't die. He hadn't seen many enemies who could launch a crazy attack even after their heart was pierced.
Withdrawing the spear, blocking, sidestepping, and thrusting forward!
"Poof!"
This time it was the side abdomen.
If one strike couldn't kill it, then he would use a second. If that wasn't enough, then a third...
Fortunately, although the Orc in front of him had great vitality, it was not a Troll. With its heart and kidney pierced, it gradually lost the ability to resist. When Lancer pierced its throat again, it completely lost movement, slamming heavily onto the ground like a giant rock.
Even though he killed the enemy in front of him, Lancer felt no joy, because with just a glance, he saw several human soldiers who had been killed.
There was no doubt that it was not difficult for him to survive or even kill all the Orc soldiers here with his strength, but protecting others was not so simple.
Lancer, who was no stranger to battlefields, naturally knew that at a time like this, killing more enemies was more meaningful than thinking about such things. So, he charged into the Orc formation without hesitation, spear in hand. Undoubtedly, he intended to use himself as bait to lure the enemy into attacking him, hoping to help others by spreading the pressure.
His tactic was clearly very successful. As several Orc warriors died under his spear, the other Orcs vaguely surrounded him. More Orcs redirected their attacks, turning him into the target of a focused fire, but what was incredible was that he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, even managing to dodge attacks from behind.
The Orcs' strength was enormous; even an ordinary Orc's strength was not much less than Lancer. But when facing Lancer, who was as slippery as a loach and specialized in head-on combat, they felt every punch was hitting cotton.
"Roar!!"
Instantly, a group of Orcs roared as if they had gone mad.
But what these Orcs didn't notice was that as their attacks became more frenzied and their movements became larger, a trace of a smile appeared in the eyes of the man in silver armor, and then ——————
"Poof~!"
"Poof~!"
"Poof~!"
...
Countless ice spears erupted around Lancer as the center of a circle. In an instant, except for a few Orc warriors who managed to escape because they were farther away, the bodies of the other Orcs were immediately punctured with holes by the ice spears. However, was it worthy of being a race that could survive the brutal environment of its homeworld? The severe trauma to their bodies only made their attacks more frenzied, but they seemed to have forgotten one thing ——————
Before the Orc charge, the archers in the outpost had already shot a few volleys of arrows, but the enemy's speed was too fast. After breaking through the arrow barrage, they immediately mixed in with their friendly forces.
If it came down to it, the commander would also order to shoot, even if it meant hitting friendly forces, but undoubtedly, it hadn't come to that point yet. However, when Lancer fixed most of the Orcs around him with ice spears, the commander knew that the opportunity had arrived.
Following his command, the archers on the watchtower released their bowstrings without hesitation.
"Fire the arrows!!!"
"Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh~"
Orcs possessed strong bodies and tenacious vitality far exceeding that of ordinary humans, so they were not easily killed even when riddled with arrows. But when the soldiers wielding long swords launched a counter-charge, the battle finally drew to a close.
Facing a small team of only twenty-something Orcs, the outpost finally annihilated them at the cost of five soldiers dead, more than ten soldiers seriously injured, and almost all infantry wounded.
But even so, the commander's expression was still extremely grim, because the casualties were reduced to the current level entirely because Lancer alone attracted at least half of the Orcs and eventually controlled all of them to achieve such a result. If he hadn't been there, whether this outpost of fifty-something people could have held on would have been a question.
'Those damned green-skinned monsters!'
Although they had defended the outpost this time, the thought of the predicament in the days to come made him couldn't help but slam his fist heavily against the watchtower.