Chapter 260 - The Real Battlefield (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the battlefield, Gilroy struggled to pull out the standard longsword from the elf corpse in front of him. Currently, his hands, face, and chest were all covered in blood. Some were from the enemy’s, and some were from his own.

It had already been a miracle for a weak pawn like him to survive on the battlefield this long. It was almost impossible for him to be unharmed though.

Assessing the situation, his left arm continuously bled. The pain wreaked havoc on Gilroy’s body. However, he did not have any time to catch his breath as he faced the opposing soldiers who came up to replace their comrades.

He could only grit his teeth and continue to fight!

Clang!

The standard longsword and the standard longspear collided, but there was no airflow.

As he gritted his teeth, Gilroy pushed the longsword in his hand with all his might and simultaneously pushed away from the longspear in the enemy’s hand.

In the next moment, he raised his foot and kicked the elf soldier’s abdomen hard. The soldier who received this kick immediately bent down uncontrollably. Gilroy seized this opportunity and flipped his wrist to hold the hilt of the longsword with both hands and stabbed downward.

The blade of the sword pierced into the back and through the chest of the elven soldier. Fresh blood immediately flowed out of the wound, it painted the ground under his feet red.

Gilroy did not have a chance to catch his breath. He immediately drew his longsword and pounced on another soldier. This was the reality of being on the battlefield.

Ordinary soldiers fought against ordinary soldiers. There was no earth-shattering scene, no destructive energy, and there were no creative moves. These were the most ordinary swings and parries, as well as cold arrows that shot out from who knows where.

On such a battlefield, soldiers like Gilroy were more like a foil, and the ones who died the most were precisely these foils!

However, it was not these soldiers who fought with all their might that affected the outcome of the battlefield, but the top combat forces on both sides.

Bang!

Another raging storm rushed in all directions, and it blew countless human and elf soldiers into pieces.

Gilroy was the same.

In the powerful gust of wind, Gilroy was like a fallen leaf that had left a big tree. He flew over the heads of countless soldiers and was blown far away. After he flew for dozens of meters, Gilroy landed on an empty space.

He felt pain all over his body, but at the same time, he felt that he was so lucky. Were he to be blown into the air like the other elven soldiers, he would have fallen to his death.

The battlefield was still filled with screams and cries. Gilroy knew that although his weak strength could not affect the battle, it was definitely not the time for him to rest.

He endured the intense pain and slowly stood up.

Even this simple action made him feel as though his body was about to fall apart. The intense pain made his forehead ooze with beads of sweat. The blood that was about to fall on his face mixed with his sweat and immediately flowed all over his face.

Gilroy was about to continue charging into the battle and contribute his battle strength to the human race. However, he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Gilroy became stunned and turned his head to look. That person was actually the great hero he had seen in the Volk Plain.

Right now, Gilgamesh’s heart was filled with doubt and puzzlement.

Why?

Why did this great hero not fight?

With the strength of this hero, as long as he joined the battle, the outcome of this battle would immediately be determined.