"Dragon God! I really don't understand why the star elves would attack those orcs!" Roland had a terrible headache. They had already fought two bloody battles in the winter and were now licking their wounds. As a result, the elves of Singer attacked Dol Guldur quietly without saying a word, but were directly attacked by the lord Khamul. He had no idea that there would be a sixth-level combat force in Dol Guldur until he killed Iovia!
"I guess the Star Elves want to take advantage of the Orcs' severe damage to completely eliminate this destabilizing factor. Singeri and Dol Guldur are not far away, and the Star Elves' hatred for the Orcs is not a one-day or two-day thing!" Omsk sighed as he rode on the Abyss Warhorse, lamenting the Star Elves' reckless advance.
"Maybe. Iovia's life or death is unknown, but we can't lose Singeri again. We already lack allies, so we must preserve this precious fighting force!" Roland expressed his determination to rush to Singeri's aid. Once Singeri is lost, the remaining star elves will surely flee, and Roland and his companions will lose this elven ally.
"Hey, hey, hey! Such a big thing happened and you didn't even inform me?" Vanerwei chased up from behind with a glittering longbow in his hand and Manikati on his back.
"Hey! I've been chasing you for a long time! How come you're moving so fast? Why didn't you call me? I'm at least a sixth-level hunter, right?" Van Erwei took a breath and said helplessly. After all, he was also a sixth-level hunter. Even if he wasn't the top fighter, he was still considered to be of medium combat power. And yet, he was completely forgotten...
“…” Roland.
“…”Omsk.
"Sorry, I really forgot about you..." Roland's face flushed. He had successfully forgotten a certain Elf King who didn't live up to his name, but the most embarrassing thing was that someone came after him...
"Forget it. Eh? Why don't you bring more people with you?" Van Erwei looked at the lineup around Roland and felt amused.
"That's all? Is there a problem?" Roland was puzzled.
"With just these few people? Are you going on an outing? Or are you just going to cheer and shout from the sidelines?" Van Erwei looked at the people around Roland helplessly. 350 soldiers seemed like a drop in the bucket!
"What? You mean I'm just slacking off? Please, these people are already the best soldiers in Stormwind. We're only supporting Singer, not saving him. They still have the power to fight back and protect themselves. Regardless of whether Iovia is dead or alive, at least Peter Gro is still alive. The presence of a Dragon Knight would make even the Black Hero look askance! What Singer needs now isn't soldiers, but high-end combat power!" Roland analyzed. He brought reinforcements only to give confidence to the people of Singer, not to fight for the Star Elves with all his might. He needed to be responsible to the kingdom's subjects and Nyx! Of course, if the territory of the Kingdom of Lagran was attacked, Roland would not only mobilize the entire army but also summon the kingdom's vassals to lead troops to support him!
"Oh, then I should be considered a high-end fighter!" Van Erwei scratched his head.
"Good fellow, have some shame..." Roland felt his scalp tingling as he watched this sixth-level hunter showing off in front of a third-level knight like him.
"Hehehe, anyway, I'm already at level six!" Vanerwei said proudly. Although Manikati changed his attributes, he successfully entered the level six... What a bargain!
"I really shouldn't have gone with you!" Roland said with a dark face as he rode away from Vanlwey.
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"Have you found it?" a hoarse and low voice sounded.
"Sir...men, we have lost track of him..." Several orcs knelt on the ground and said submissively, they were trembling all over and looked terrified.
"Waste!" the owner of the voice shouted, and then a cloud of black smoke enveloped the orcs. A few seconds later, a few scattered ashes proved that there had been life here just now.
"Elf King..." roared a man in black bone armor. A long and narrow wound on his left shoulder was extremely glaring, because in the dark jungle, the wound was actually reflecting the silver-blue starlight!
The injured man was none other than Khamul, the current Lord of Dol Guldur! After Azog's death, he had taken over the power here and become a Lord. In a recent battle, he had successfully ambushed an Elf King. The Elf King, with his uncanny skills and agility, dodged his fatal blow. Though severely wounded, he was still able to fight back. Hence the wound on Khamul's shoulder. The properties of the Star Battle Qi made it indelible, constantly clinging to Khamul's wound and tormenting him.
"Send more people! Find him! He is seriously injured!" Hamul roared.
The orcs behind him fled away from Khamul, fearing that this moody demon would kill them.
"The Elf King is a very good prey! I will soak my sword in his blood! But this dragon is really a nuisance!" Khamul's hoarse voice was as terrifying as the Nine Nether Hell. At this moment, he stared at the star barrier that looked like an upside-down bowl and waved his hand to alert the Orc army. Last time, several people escaped from it. Who knows if they went to seek help! Frost crept onto Khamul's face. If reinforcements really broke their siege and let these star elves escape, it would undoubtedly be a slap in the face!
Khamul, with the remaining twenty thousand or so men of Dol Guldur, firmly held the roads around Singrid, determined to annihilate this tribe of elves and consign them to history! Unfortunately, he didn't know that Singrid still contained over two thousand elven professionals, capable of putting up a desperate fight against his orc army of varying quality. Peter Gro, riding a star dragon, could even fight Khamul alone. Meanwhile, Thranduil, the Elf King of the Northern Woodland Kingdom, personally led three thousand elven soldiers from the Woodland Kingdom and was on their way day and night. Erebor also dispatched five hundred dwarf warriors to Singrid, along with one hundred from Dale. The White-Winged King of Aqvia also sent a 200-man force under the command of Grand Knight Maple Leaf Purple. Roland had already marched south with two sixth-tier warriors and a force of 350 professionals... In short, once the allied forces were united... Khamul could reopen the battle on the spot.
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