"Forget it, let's not go into Singeri! Senar is best at chaotic fighting. We don't have much advantage against him on a battlefield with many people. Let's just stay on the periphery and wait for other reinforcements!" Roland thought of Senar's terrifying ability to kill in large numbers and his dominance on the battlefield, and instantly gave up the idea of entering Singeri. If Singeri City was broken and a melee broke out, it would be Senar's paradise for harvesting!
"Hmmmm!" Vanervi, who had suffered a great loss, nodded repeatedly. Just the way Senar absorbed the vitality and converted it into fighting spirit or his own vitality was enough to make Vanervi vomit. The grassland elves were the elves closest to nature. Their every move was filled with the use of life energy, but to Senar, they were simply moving blood bags.
"As you wish, Your Highness!" Omsk nodded. Although he did not think entering Singeri was a good idea, if the king gave the order, he would move forward without hesitation even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead. Fortunately, Roland also had concerns in this regard, so Omsk did not have a headache.
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"Hurry! Singrid is under siege! They need us! Our compatriots await our rescue! Hurry!" Thranduil, leading a full two thousand rangers from the Woodland Kingdom, soared swiftly through the treetops in the jungle. This was as many rangers as Thranduil could muster in such a hurry. As for archers, mages, and other specialties, Thranduil had omitted them all. After all, melee combat didn't require ranged damage; even elven rangers could handle it! Yes, Thranduil was ready for a head-on bloody battle with the orcs! Unlike before Erebor, Thranduil had come specifically to rescue Singrid. He would fight for the elves! Just how powerful were the dedicated Woodland Elves? Just look at his father's actions at the Black Gate. Star Elves and Woodland Elves once fought side by side. Whether it was blood ties or friendship, it was enough for Thranduil to fight to the death.
"Damned Orc spies!" Thranduil led the elven assassins and walked in the front to clear the way for the army. Thranduil frowned and said as he chopped an orc in half.
"Swish!" The assassins beside him quickly used the rapiers in their hands to wipe the necks of the orcs. With a series of "thump thump" sounds, dozens of orcs had their throats cut and fell to the ground struggling.
"Go!" Thranduil did not stop. Before the enemy under his feet was completely dead, he swung his scimitar and continued on the road ahead.
Stepping on the blood-soaked soil, Thranduil resolutely set out on the road heading south, with the road behind him paved with the corpses of countless Orc spies.
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"Stop, Elf King!" Lidilias sneered, leaning on his battle axe.
"As expected, you come here to die! You are no different from your father!" Khamur said lightly.
The two black heroes stood there calmly, but to the elves, it was like a mountain pressing down on them.
"Shut up! Fallen ones! You are not worthy to mention my father!" Thranduil drew his sword and slashed in anger.
For the elves, the black heroes are called fallen heroes. The black heroes are the name used by the Raglan Empire. The general residents of Middle-earth call them fallen heroes or Ringwraiths, but this is actually a misunderstanding. The Ringwraiths must be fallen heroes, but fallen heroes are not necessarily Ringwraiths. They are just nine fallen heroes who defected to the undead lich Sauron and became famous for obtaining the immortal power of the undead. There are still many other powerful fallen heroes. After all, many people, even sixth-level strongmen, will be tempted by power and will fall in order to achieve the illusory name of God.
"You can't defeat two Ringwraiths!" Khamul and Lidillias said in unison, their harsh voices making everyone's ears hurt.
Indeed, Thranduil's chances of winning were slim! Even the Dragon Rider would have to be wary of the combined efforts of the Second Ringwraith, the Evil Lord Khamul, and the Fourth Ringwraith, the Hellsinger Lidilias.
At this moment, Thranduil's blood rushed to his head. As his head buzzed with heat, his body rushed out involuntarily, followed by his sharp scimitar. The scimitar flashed across the sky with silver light. He moved in the sky on the wind blade in the state of swinging in the wind, and quickly attacked the two people.
Lidillas raised his battle axe to block, and Khamur frowned and subconsciously swung the flail in his hand.
"Dang!" Khamul took a step back, and Thranduil was directly bounced out.
"People of the Woodland Kingdom, listen up! Quickly break through the orcs' encirclement! Enter Singrid!" Thranduil said to the elven rangers lined up behind him, then he twisted his body and attacked the two black heroes!
"Bang!" The scimitar and the battle axe collided fiercely. Taking advantage of the recoil force, Thranduil swung the scimitar backhand and chopped at Khamul who was waving the flail behind him.
"Clang!" With the crisp sound of weapons clashing, Thranduil retreated from the battle circle. However, after turning his head to look at the elven rangers locked in a fierce battle with the orc army, the hesitation in his eyes gradually turned into determination. He couldn't kite these two knights of the same level. If one knight was free to deal with ordinary elves, it would be a massacre! He could only do his best to entangle the two Ringwraiths. This concerned the safety of two thousand elven rangers!
Countless historians later studied the Battle of Thingir, a turning point in the fate of the North, and were surprised to find that everyone, human and demon, was showing off, while Thranduil was the only one to take the beating! He was the only one to defeat every Ringwraith in the battle, facing Khamul, Lidillias, and Thénar, and was consistently outmatched, suffering heavy injuries each time. If it weren't for the elves' terrifying talent and terrifying self-healing ability, Thranduil would have died eight times over.
In truth, only those who experienced this battle could truly understand the true greatness of Thranduil! What he had done! With a single scimitar, he had forcibly entangled Khamul and Lidilias, the Second and Fourth Ringwraiths, preventing them from entering the crucial battlefield. This led to the orc army's defeat, and the successful entry of the woodland elf reinforcements into Thingri! And the price...
"Hmm~" Thranduil groaned, suppressing the urge to vomit blood and putting some distance between himself and the two black heroes.
Thranduil's face was extremely pale, and his left hand drooped limply as if it had no bones. It was indeed boneless! Khamul's flail, almost identical to the one used in Angmar, swung fiercely at Thranduil's side. Helpless, Thranduil could only parry with his weapon and arm. Although he successfully withstood the damage, the subsequent shockwave still shattered the bones in his arm.
"Tsk tsk tsk! You are worthy of being the Elf King! He is not dead even after this!" Khamul exclaimed in praise.
"Wind Shadow Chasing Light!" Thranduil's expression suddenly turned fierce, and the next second Lidilias's face suddenly changed. Thranduil had come in front of him with the blessing of the power of wind. Lidilias leaned back as hard as he could, but the wind blade condensed by the wind element still cut through his breastplate and evaporated pieces of black gas!
"Puff!" The next second, Thranduil flew back at a speed faster than when he came. With a wound in the heart, Lidilias hit Thranduil hard with his battle axe and sent him flying.
"I am immortal!" Lidilias said with a weak but unusually proud smile.
"Kill!" Thranduil rushed forward madly without saying a word...
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