Chapter 367: Blade of Holy Light

"Kill!" Following shouts filled with hatred, the Warriors on the walls of Jilan Town thrust their Long Spears out time and again, striking directly at the Orcs' vital points. The battle had rotated seven times by now, and among this current batch, there were even some who had participated in the first round of fighting.

Even Lord Kubo was on the wall for the second time. Of course, as a lord, even a lord in an awkward position, he did not truly need to fight the Orcs to the death; he only needed to stand firm and provide Gumu to the morale.

If he were unfortunate enough to die, perhaps he would, like his father, once again Condensation prestige for his son.

As the battle grew more intense, seeing more and more Orcs able to step on the corpses of their companions to jump onto the wall, Lord Kubo could no longer stay. However, in the current situation, his retreat would inevitably affect morale.

Having no choice, Kubo turned his gaze once again to Priest Walixi, who was sitting not far away inside the wall, and cast a look for help. Walixi keenly sensed the gaze coming from the wall ahead, but he remained outwardly calm, even kindly showing concern for a Warrior who was resting after rotating off duty.

Yet, he turned a blind eye to Kubo's pleading gaze.

Helpless, Kubo had to call out in person: "Priest Walixi, the Orcs are about to rush up, I need your help!"

Because he knew that if Walixi did not act, not only might he himself die on the wall, but Jilan Town might also fall, and this was something Walixi could not accept either.

With Kubo's call, the other Warriors on the wall could not help but feel a glimmer of joy. They were indeed finding it increasingly difficult; without the barrier of the wall, the price they would have to pay to kill an Orc would be far greater than it was now.

A few Warriors were even distracted by this, dragged off the wall by Orcs, and torn apart alive, letting out miserable screams that caused even more panic among the other Warriors. If they could choose how to die, they would rather be smashed to death by an Orc's club than die like that! "Priest Walixi!" Kubo shouted again.

Only then did Priest Walixi slowly stand up, grab the Bone Staff leaning to the side, and walk toward the wall. Accompanying him were two other Jilan Town Priests, as well as seven Priests who had come to support from the northern villages.

Once the Priests took action, the Orcs' offensive was immediately curbed. It was not because they killed far more Orcs than others, but because of their killing methods that were beyond the Orcs' range of understanding! A black light flashed, and a living kin fell right there, or they were swept by an inexplicable black mist, and their previously robust companions instantly withered, turning into a skinny, skin-and-bones appearance.

What was more, their kin who had already died slowly stood up from the piles of corpses. Even if their movements were slightly slow, their lethality was even greater than before, and this was the true root of their fear.

Sensing that the Orcs' attack intensity was decreasing, Walixi did not continue, but joined the other Priests in sending the awakened battlefield corpses into the Land of the Dead. For a time, the area under the wall became much cleaner.

And this also brought them more Death Holy Power.

Walixi took a moment to glance at Lord Kubo, finding that he had already retreated from the wall and was comforting the wounded. He couldn't help but frown, but soon smoothed it out, ignored him, and went straight back to the position where he had just been resting.

And on the wall, the slaughter continued.

On the other side, White Stone Intersection.

Three hundred Warriors watched helplessly as the Orcs charged at Jilan Town wave after wave. Jilan Town was like a reef in the sea, letting the Orc Tide wash over it without moving a single bit. Just watching more and more Orcs pouring in from the south, they knew the battle was getting closer and closer.

At the same time, within the peaceful aura surrounding Aierwen and the other Paladins, the scent of blood was becoming heavier.

A moment later, they saw Mading, who was riding a horse and patrolling between them and Jilan Town, casually kill an Orc with a sword flashing with golden light, then quickly rush toward their side, shouting:

"Prepare for battle, the Orcs are coming!"

Aierwen glanced at Jiaer, and Jiaer happened to look at him too. The two already had a tacit understanding. The *da-da-da* sound of hooves grew closer. Aierwen glanced at the dozen or so Orcs chasing behind, drew his sword, and said to Jiaer: "Want to race?"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Jiaer did not give an inch.

When Mading approached, Aierwen took his sword and charged forward first, and Jiaer followed closely behind, also rushing out. The others, under Aierwen's command, maintained a defensive posture, waiting for their return.

Aierwen knew that the comfort of Holy Light was not omnipotent. For these ordinary Warriors, he needed to let them see the hope of victory and the hope of life with their own eyes to stimulate their truly orderly fighting will, rather than chaotic slaughter under the high pressure of life and death.

Although he had not realized the mystery of Summon Mount during the process of Perception of Holy Power, under the blessing of Holy Power, Aierwen's instantaneous burst speed was not inferior to any horse. In just a few moments, he approached the dozen or so Orcs that were howling and running wildly toward them.

Of course, his purpose in coming this time was not just to kill Orcs, but also to boost morale, which was more important.

He held his sword high, shouting that glory would surely win, and then, with the momentum of an unstoppable charge, he slashed down heavily. Facing the sun, the blade shone brightly, as if the sunlight had specially plated the blade with a strange, glorious shell.

Even as the blade slashed down, it did not let the radiance gathered on it dim in the slightest. The next instant, a more prominent Holy Light Blade flew out from the blade, slicing the dozen or so Orcs running toward him in two.

Immediately after, another Holy Light Blade flew out horizontally from behind Aierwen, slicing the few remaining Orcs who had slipped through the net into two sections.

Then, Jiaer stopped beside Aierwen, poked the corpse of an Orc on the ground with his sword, and said, "I'll count this one as your win!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Aierwen and walked straight back.

Aierwen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, said nothing, and after glancing in the direction of Jilan Town, he also walked back.

Returning to the 300 Warriors, facing the Warriors' burning gazes, Aierwen's eyes were calm. He raised his sword and shouted: "Victory!"

Aierwen stood with his back to the sun, but the Warriors did not feel any dimness from the backlight. Instead, set off by the sunlight, Aierwen's figure became even more majestic and glorious. Looking at the specks of golden light lingering around him, the Warriors' confidence greatly increased, and they responded to Aierwen with the simplest words: "Victory!"

Aierwen nodded and shouted again: "Victory!"

And the Warriors responded again.

After three times, everyone's mental will was concentrated to the extreme, and at this time, the Orcs' howling and the *pu-pu* sounds of them running wildly with bare feet were already close at hand.

(End of this chapter)