Chapter 20 Reinforcer, Torista

The orc streets are well planned, and the green vegetation cultivated in the middle of the road does not know where it comes from, neatly dividing the road into two halves. The green partition every 30 meters allows people to travel from the middle, and the roadside extends one step higher than the road, which seems to be a sidewalk. What's more surprising is that the people here are also surprisingly orderly. Although the whole road is crowded, there is no congestion at all.

The orc's traffic plan is very close to human beings on earth. In this way, the civilization of the orcs is far more than that of human beings. While recalling Moregg's terrible traffic situation, Yuchen came to such a conclusion.

After walking for a while, I came to the entrance of an alley and saw a group of happy children running out. Everyone was carrying schoolbags. It was after school, in groups of laughter. Seeing this, Yuchen remembered the past. Although he and Remacalian were only a rural family-style school, the three of them always looked forward to the end of school. Once the teacher announced the end of school, it was the happiest time of the day, climbing mountains and wading in groups and wading in rivers, and having fun.

But after such a long time, there is still no news about the two brothers. Although I believe that they can overcome the difficulties, every time they are alone, they can't help but think of the joy of those years and worry about them again.

"Rema, Kalian, this time I destroyed the source of life and hope to find where you are. At that time, our three brothers will go to Haran together and stay away from this noisy and complicated society. Isn't it what we have always hoped that the three of us will make a famous place in Harlan together?"

Seeing things and thinking about people, Yuchen felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and then wiped them and flashed into the crowd.

At this time, Torista ran wildly in the desert alone. He was gray and very embarrassed. Originally, he wanted to be handsome, but he was directly blown away by the fortress energy, and his whole body fell into the sand dunes. This was the most humiliating time in his life, let alone in front of Yuchen.

Cursed the damn desert all the way, and cursed Yuchen by the way, but he did not dare to slow down at all. He knew that Yuchen had always planned meticulously, and any chain of procrastination may affect the whole situation and make the layout fail.

Just now, I met a small group of orc troops halfway, which seemed to be returning troops transporting supplies, which just allowed Torresta to plunder and replenish the water. At this time, his feet were suspended, and the water replaced his feet and held him to fly close to the ground. At this speed, there was no problem a thousand miles a day. He followed the direction of the orcs returned. It seemed that it was the place where the religious knights were fighting.

As one of the members of the Knights Tower, he is naturally very familiar with the Order. As an unofficial Order of Order, the Order of the Order will regularly meet with Losa in the Knights Tower. The leader himself has seen him several times. He is a dead guy, and I don't know if the other party will buy it in the past.

"Bright, what's that guy's name again? Whitevinson? White Winster? Damn Michaelan, whose name is so unsuffished.

While recalling Whitewightson's name, of course, as himself, he couldn't remember such an agonal name. "Then say, 'Hey, White, long time no see?', the army, it's too vulgar. Why don't you say, 'Hello White, I'm Lord Folosa's... Bah, the brain-damaged person will speak the official language in that situation; but then again, is that guy really called White? I can't even remember clearly."

Torista hammered his head and cursed his bad memory. It is a bad habit to never remember other people's names. How can he occupy a place in imperial politics in the future? Torista, Torista, you really have to find a good teacher to teach you how to remember other people's names when you go back.

Thinking, Torresta only felt a flower in front of him, as if he had passed through an invisible wall, and the other end was...

That noisy and shocking battlefield!

The sound suddenly poured into my ear, tinging my ears with pain. Looking down, the fighting spirit was flying, magic intertwined, smoke and dust, flames, and shouting! Good battlefield!

The first thing that comes to mind is a pinch of gold and red armor. At this time, the owners of the armor will gather together, or shake the scepter in their hands to emit bursts of magic, or raise the sword and shield in their hands to resist the opponent's attack. Opposite them, dozens of black armor soldiers were full of strong fighting spirit and attacked in waves. They cooperated meticulously. Seeing that the golden and red armored knights were going to be bad, Torresta immediately shouted! Rush down.

"Knight Tatorista is here! Who can resist our glory!"

Torista shouted and rushed up, cutting his head and covering his face with a sword.

"Invasion of the sea!" As the blade fell, a huge waterfall appeared in the sky in vain, pouring down, bombarding the group of black armored warriors and tearing apart the formation. One of the warriors was caught off guard and was bombarded in the head. The whole person fell to the ground and twisted his body a few times, looking out that he was not alive.

"It's a reinforcement of the Knight Tower!" The golden and red armored knights are the religious knights of the Holy Church. At this time, the war horses they sit on have fallen, and the heavy armor has become a burden, but the Holy Church is majestic, and no one is willing to take off their armor, which also brings a lot of unnecessary burden to the battle.

"What's wrong with the regiment leader?" Torista nodded and asked, since he couldn't remember his name, it was okay to call the regiment leader directly.

"Lord Torista! Our leader, Lord Whitewson, is fighting against the three strong men alone at the other end of this black wind fortress!" A knight hurriedly responded, dragging heavy armor to the other end of the fortress.

Torista nodded and took a little lower. The whole person rose into the air and galloped to the other end of the fortress.

This fortress is different from the sentry attacked by several people in Yuchen before. It is really a fortress. It seems to be one of the hubs in the desert. The whole fortress sits in the middle of the concave like a hill. There is no gap in the black shell. While admiring the ingenuity of the orc architecture, it over it.

Under the court, the three of them besieged a tall and powerful knight. The knight sat down and his horse was extremely strong, wearing golden armor, and his movements were fast. The knight's body was full of white and gold fighting spirit. Unlike other knights, he held a straight man, horse and a huge sword with high hands, but in his right hand, he held a thick book. The teaching code.

"Golden Dictionary! The supreme shield of repulsion!" With a shout of his left hand, the giant sword of both hands was directly raised, and then waved, a blazing white ripples, and a protective shield was propped up to block a man's wind and lightning-like offensive.

"Whitewson! I, Torista, came to support in the name of the Knight Tower!" Torresta shouted and revealed his name. He rushed down. The battlefield was changing rapidly. He didn't want to be mistakenly injured by a sword. Now it was a sword, directing to the soldier who had just failed to attack.

The soldier was not general. He snorted coldly, cut his backhand, and the two swords collided with each other. Torresta only felt that a huge force hit him, and the hand holding the sword was almost unstable. He quickly changed his direction and fell straight to the ground.

fell to the ground, and a burst of light blue ripples waved away from his feet, firmly supporting his body.

"Torista! Fortunately, you can come in time! Fast-forward the barrier, and we will join hands to destroy them. Whiteveson was extremely surprised by the arrival of Torista. Torrista, who thought he was about to support him, who came out of thin air, obviously brought him from despair into hope, and his arrogant voice became much more modest.

"Lord Whitewightson! Long time no see!" Torista smiled, came to Whitewson's side and raised his sword, "Let's kill first and then make plans."

"Valike!" Whitewson shouted and poured all his strength into the canon in his hand. He saw that the canon emitted bursts of light, red, blue, gray, white, yellow, and five lights emerged from the book.

"Blessed by the Holy King! Elemental addition! Great God of Light, please give your child the supreme element!"

"Water element attachment!" After singing, a blue breath came out of the book and poured directly into Torista's body.

"This is!" Torresta was surprised to find that the density of water elements around him had increased greatly, as if he were in the ocean.

"It's just a small gift, Lord Torresta. Although it can only last for an hour, I think it's enough for us to break out of the siege!"

"That's natural, Lord Whitewightson!" Torresta showed a signature aristocratic smile, which only appeared on his face when he was 100% sure.

"The sadness of Alan Mot, the big whirlpool!" A sword fell, and the whole space turned into sea blue, and then the sea blue space began to rotate violently.

The supreme pulling force gathered on Torista's blade, and the people around him couldn't control and hit his sword.

"Let's die! Damn alien!"