When the King's Battle Ended, I Took the Stage

"Fire! Shoot those bastards dead! Don't skimp on the arrows! And go see whether the Communication Array has been fixed yet! It always fails at the critical moment!" Apophis Breo stood atop the crude wooden-and-stone barricade, commanding his Valiant Warriors to fire crossbow bolts at the Orcs below.

"Awoo!" An Orc that had just climbed up was pierced straight through by a halberd. Howling miserably, it fell from the three-meter-high barricade.

"After this, we absolutely have to raise the western pass! It's far too easy for the Orcs to climb up!" Olaf said to Apophis Breo as he drew his one-handed sword and stabbed down an Orc trying to climb up.

"Couldn't agree more!" Apophis Breo swept out with his spear, and dozens of Orcs were instantly slain by his ribbon-like Battle Qi Flame.

"Can anyone tell me where these things came from?" Apophis Breo could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.

"They're all over the mountains! They're everywhere!" Olaf said as he hacked down Orcs.

"Your Highness, the kingdom knows about our situation, but unfortunately, the Dragon Knights have been held up by the Undead in the north. We'll have to rely on ourselves!" A soldier ran over, panting heavily, and delivered the bad news to Apophis Breo.

"Dragon God..." Apophis Breo muttered.

"However, the kingdom will send all the Griffon Knights and the Wyvern Knight squad that is about to return to assist us. A large amount of military supplies will also be sent!" The soldier caught his breath and continued.

"Get lost! Don't pause for breath like that next time!" Apophis Breo kicked the soldier away. Was he trying to mess with their nerves?

"Thank heavens... the King hasn't abandoned us!" Olaf praised Roland.

"The King will not abandon any subject loyal