Chapter 215 Battlefield
Gray-black clouds occupied every corner of the sky. A fierce wind was raging. It blew across the earth, picking up the half-dismembered corpses, bits of dried flesh and blood, and weapons and equipment stained with red and green blood. The flesh and blood and weapons and equipment were flying, and the collisions made bursts of noise.

Huge cracks scratched the vast land like scars, and the materials swept by the strong wind made clanging sounds.

The sound became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely. The bottomless crack seemed to swallow up all the matter that entered it.

Some black birds with unclear shapes made sharp sounds, flapped their wings and entered the battlefield full of corpses, fiddling with the corpses back and forth and devouring the free food.

On the north side of the battlefield, countless blood-stained flags made sharp sounds as they were blown by the strong wind.

In the human camp under the flag, almost all the soldiers were silent. Some of them leaned aside, silently wiping and adjusting their armor and weapons.

The soldiers hiding in the corners either took out some blood-stained food from their pockets and ate it in silence, or leaned against the wall, closed their eyes and rested quietly.

None of the soldiers coming and going had a smile on their face. All of them looked grim. Even the legionnaires who were in relatively good condition had an indelible melancholy on their faces while they were patrolling. The armor on their bodies was also stained with dried blood and was no longer bright.

In addition to ordinary soldiers and legionnaires, the extraordinary knights who occasionally passed by the barracks were not in much better condition.

Most of them were seizing the time to recover their strength, and the occasional extraordinary knights also looked hurried.

As the absolute main force against the greenskin army, the educated extraordinary knights are well aware of the consequences if they allow this army to move north smoothly.

Therefore, the extraordinary knights stopped the greenskin army at almost all costs.

They had thrown all of Donnar's previous chivalry and dignity out the window, and he was as dirty as an ordinary soldier.

In addition, once the troops are insufficient and the battle situation is close to collapse, sacrifices are needed to delay time.

There will be extraordinary knights who will take the initiative to take off their armor, put down their weapons, entrust their weapons and armor to others, put on ordinary weapons and equipment, ride their war horses and launch a death charge towards the greenskin army as if they are going to die, and kill until they are exhausted and then self-destruct, so as to cause as many casualties as possible to the green tide.

In order to stop the greenskin army, more than 30% of the extraordinary knights have died on the battlefield, and all the extraordinary knights from the first to the third ring have died.

As for the Knights of the Four Rings, there would have been deaths even if Odin hadn't issued a death order prohibiting all of them from fighting to the death.

The reason why Odin forbade the Four Rings Knights to fight to the death was mainly because, as Four Rings Knights who had experienced the first sublimation, the role they could play was far more valuable than them fighting to the death.

A mid-level extraordinary knight, as long as he is still alive and can withstand mental fatigue and collapse, can continuously squeeze out strength.

Once fighting with the greenskin army, a mid-level knight can hold out for a long time. Moreover, even if he is exhausted, he can retreat to the rear without wasting precious food. He only needs to eat dirt and grass and rest for an hour or two before he can fight again.

Therefore, Odin would not allow them to give up on themselves and commit suicide.

Even if a fourth-level knight fell into madness, Odin would hold his head and forcefully drag him back to the camp, and let the other low-level knights come to see him before they went to fight. He would let him bear the last expectations of these low-level knights, and force him to return to normal and continue to fight on the battlefield.

Odin didn't care how he would cry after he recovered. As long as he was sure that he could continue to fight on the battlefield, Odin would not waste time caring about him.

She didn't have enough time to comfort a Knight of the Four Rings. Even if the whole army was wiped out and she died here, Odin would never allow this greenskin army to pass through this line of defense.

It was precisely because of Odin's strict orders, the continuous sacrifices of the extraordinary knights, and the greenskin army's attitude of annihilation that the army, which suffered heavy losses, did not completely collapse and could barely maintain basic combat capabilities.

However, that was all. As the logistical supplies in the camp became less and less, the supplies available to the soldiers also became less and less. After all, there were very few people who could draw strength from eating dirt and grass like the Knights of the Four Rings. Ordinary soldiers and low-level knights still had to eat, and the high-intensity fighting consumed a lot of weapons and equipment.

Therefore, even if the army can still maintain its morale, its overall strength will inevitably continue to decline.

In this battlefield where not a single ray of sunlight can reach, the environment seems so depressing and dull.

At the guard post, the legionnaires wearing golden armor stained with red and green blood looked at the gloomy sky, then glanced at the lifeless soldiers around them, and silently clenched their weapons in their hands, which had many cracks and emitted a strong smell of blood.

In the center of the camp, there was also a person who was silently looking at the gloomy sky.

Standing in an open space in the camp, Odin was looking at the gloomy sky alone.

As more and more soldiers and extraordinary people died in the battle, fewer and fewer people came to support from all directions, and the logistical supplies in the camp gradually ran out, the things that Odin needed to deal with became much less.

The dual shortage of soldiers and supplies has left Odin with no extra options.

She has done everything she should and could do.

After a long silence, she took off her black helmet and let her long white hair out from the restraint of the helmet.

As a gust of wind blew, her long hair fluttered with it. Feeling the coolness brought by the wind and waves filled with the smell of blood, a trace of confusion appeared in Odin's usually resolute light blue eyes.

Is everything she does worthwhile? Can she buy enough time for the rear and Locke? Perhaps, going south with her tribe to join Eleanor is the right choice?

Thinking of this, Odin shook his head.

She was a fighter, a soldier, a true warrior.

When she was in the solemn and dignified temple, with the long sword symbolizing glory resting on her right shoulder and bestowing the glory of knighthood on herself, she was already a true knight.

She will keep fighting, and keep fighting.

She would never stop fighting unless she died.

She would never run away to Eleanor's side like her cowardly tribesmen had done.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Eleanor was unreliable, even though she was the only legendary knight in Donnar.

She didn't have the courage to fight Kan'ozu.

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