"Retreat!" Peter Gro watched the soldiers retreating from the hall. Upon hearing the news of the attack on Iovia, he immediately rushed upstream, madly towards the Royal Hall. When he saw that it was Khamul emerging, he immediately had a bad feeling, and his eyes lingered on the blood-stained sword in Khamul's hand! A sense of sadness sprouted from the depths of his heart. He screamed miserably and organized the retreat of the star elves. He clutched the dragon flute tightly in his hand, pointed his sword at Khamul from a distance, tears welling in his eyes.
"Retreat! Get out of here!" Looking at the orcs, goblins and ogres rushing in from all directions, Peter Gro knew that the war was over and it was time to take everyone back. No matter what Iowa did, the Star Elves would continue to move forward. Peter Gro was humiliated to be left behind. He didn't even dare to lead the team to charge into the Royal Hall to see whether Iowa was alive or dead. It was not that he was cowardly, but the black knight with black flames all over his body who looked like he had returned from hell made him completely give up the desire to fight back. He was just a fourth-level ranger. Without the Star Dragon, he couldn't even last two rounds under Khamul.
"Get out of here! Go!" Peter Gro picked up the unicorn left at the entrance by Iovia and roared sadly.
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"Is there any news about the king?" Although Peter Gro had evacuated Dol Guldur with the elves, he still sent a large number of rangers to Dol Guldur to look for Iovia's trace. He knew that Iovia possessed the power of space, and the power of space made Iovia very difficult to kill.
"No, sir, but the orcs are not far from us! The black hero led the orcs out of Dol Guldur!" said the reconnaissance ranger.
"Damn it! We didn't even consider that there would be a Ringwraith here! I should have thought of it earlier!" Peter Gro pulled his gorgeous long hair in self-blame.
"Sir, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. We don't know whether His Highness is alive or dead, but we still have to lead our people on. We need to take the rest of us home!"
Peter Gro glanced around at the dejected elven soldiers and felt sad. Not long ago, they were an army with high morale, but now they seemed to have lost their bones, with hunched backs, lowered heads, and gray eyes.
"Let's go! I'll cover your retreat!" Peter Gro raised his head and blew the dragon flute decisively.
At this moment, Skye, who was dozing in Singari, heard the familiar melody and call, and let out a long howl, then he was transmitted to Peter Gro's side along the special channel opened by the dragon flute.
"Boom!" The huge dragon body crushed the surrounding trees one after another.
"Dragon Knight?" Khamul's expressionless face finally showed some seriousness. Khamul, who was originally playing cat and mouse, began to take the fourth-level ranger in front of him seriously. The original contempt gradually disappeared when the star dragon fell from the sky and he climbed onto the dragon's back.
"Where is my king?" Peter Gro couldn't help but ask this question.
"The king? The loser who can't even block my sword?" Khamur laughed harshly.
"Bastard!" The huge longbow was pulled into a full moon shape in Peter Gro's hands as light as a feather. His fighting spirit instantly merged with the dragon power of the giant dragon under him. An ice-blue long arrow shining with bright starlight condensed on the longbow. As Peter Gro's finger pushed forward, a sonic boom suddenly sounded, and circles of impact arrows crossed the space and came directly in front of Khamul.
"Boom!" A bright starlight suddenly burst out from the dark knight's shield. Amid the violent roar, the knight's shield stood motionless in front of Khamul like a mountain.
"Is this all you have? Hahaha! But you are indeed better than that useless Elf King. At least you still have the ability to resist, hahaha!" Khamul laughed wildly. He tried to use words to interfere with Peter Gro's actions. Behind him, countless orcs rushed over.
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