"Kill!" Thranduil shouted angrily, a crescent moon flashed from behind him, and the Hunting Moon was activated!
"Bang!" Khamul swung the flail and smashed the Hunting Moon into pieces, and the fighting spirit flames that were no longer restrained flew everywhere.
"Nature's Attack!" Thranduil, who had distanced himself, drew out the longbow on his back and activated the skill.
Nine strands of fighting spirit flames interwoven with wood and wind elements condensed into arrows, which were shot out under the joint push of fighting spirit and bowstring.
"Howling Blood Shield?" Thranduil felt something was wrong right after he released the Nature's Break Assault. When he saw the blood-red shield with ripples rising around Lidillias, he immediately turned over and dodged to the side at an extremely unscientific angle.
"Ahhh~" As the blood shield around Lidilius wailed and shattered, a wave of sound spread in the surroundings in visible blood-colored ripples, and a creepy wailing sound was heard in the air.
"Forced mental attack!" Thranduil's face turned green. Elves are the darlings of nature, and their mental power as non-spellcasters is also not low. This gives the elves an excellent foundation to resist mental attacks. However, the most powerful feature of the bloody howling triggered when the wailing blood shield is broken is that it ignores mental defense. The only choice is to dodge or resist!
Thranduil, of course, wasn't that brave. Withstanding a mental attack would often result in bleeding from the mouth and nose, severe headaches, slowed or stagnant movements, interrupted skill releases, and the termination of some beneficial effects. So, Thranduil dodged at breakneck speed and retreated towards the entrance to Singrid. Just how fast could a high-speed ranger maneuver? Just look at the afterimage Thranduil left behind.
"Goddess' blessing!" Thranduil calmly cast a skill that enhanced all attributes on himself, then twisted his body suddenly, and the next second his longbow appeared in his hand, and a crystal-clear magic arrow was placed on the bowstring.
"Nature's Fury!" Thranduil's fingertips were like a floodgate, the powerful battle energy in his body flowing madly through his fingertips into the magical arrow. That arrow was called a Charged Arrow, and its power varied depending on the battle energy or magic injected into it. When the full battle energy of a sixth-level hunter was poured into it, how powerful would it be...
"Defense!" The soul fire in Khamul's empty eye sockets began to beat violently. Known as the Lord of Evil Spirits, he had almost abandoned his physical body and became an energy life form (undead) composed entirely of fighting spirit and soul. But at this moment, his soul trembled involuntarily. The arrow that came across the space made his soul seem to be frozen.
At this moment, Lidilius had already cut through the space with the battle axe in his hand and hid in the void. He was also afraid of the arrow.
"Die." Thranduil ran towards the entrance of the barrier without looking back. After shooting that arrow, he had no strength to fight back. Now he could only hope that the arrow carrying all his fighting spirit could play a role.
"Guardian of the Undead! Barrier of Bones! Fortress of Souls! Wall of Evil Spirits! Undead Spirit..." Khamul frantically stacked up defensive skills on himself.
"Buzz!" For a moment, everything around him seemed to slow down. Khamul's eyes were filled with a blinding torrent of turquoise elements. It was the eruption of the battle flames that Thranduil had compressed within the arrow. The next second, Khamul flew backwards, his layers of shields, each of varying colors, shattering with creaking sounds or fading with light...
"Cough cough cough!" Khamul knelt on one knee and supported himself on the ground with his right hand, coughing weakly. Although he had no body, the attack on his soul made him feel even more painful. Moreover, it was not just an ordinary infusion of fighting spirit, but an arrow with the skill of Nature's Wrath. The terrifying killing power caused by the detonated natural elements not only destroyed all the defensive measures hastily released by Khamul, but also shattered his left arm. At this moment, the black evil fighting spirit at the base of Khamul's left arm surged and slowly began to repair itself.
"What a shame..." Thranduil, upon teleporting into Thingir, saw the results of his all-out attack: Khamul was severely wounded, while Lidilias, cautiously hiding in a dimensional gap, escaped unscathed. Thranduil sighed in regret at the outcome. He had nearly sent the second Ringwraith back to the phylactery, but Khamul had luckily survived. Thus, Thranduil was powerless against two sixth-level Orcs, and the two Ringwraiths were powerless to stop Thranduil's mad charge. They could only watch helplessly as the Woodland Elves and Star Elves joined forces in Thingir.
(Once the Black Knight dies physically, he will become undead. He will automatically condense his phylactery. As long as the phylactery is not destroyed, the Black Knight is, in a sense, immortal. The same is true for the Necromancer.)
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"What's that sound?" Roland suddenly raised his head while hurrying. The loud noise made by Thranduil reminded him of the forbidden spell cast by the Star Dragon - Dragon Star Skyfall. The damage caused by that forbidden spell was still left beside the city of Losenniel (later known as Dragon Star Lake next to Long Lake).
"The woodland elves should be fighting the orcs!" Roland calculated the time. Only the woodland elves could arrive so quickly through the jungle. As for why Roland's army arrived so quickly...it was because of Roland's numerous buffs! The combined buffs of him and Omsk allowed the Lagran Royal Guards to run at the speed of ordinary cavalry. Therefore, Roland's marching speed was always exaggerated.
"We should go and help them!" Vanerwei's blood boiled immediately. It must be said that the elves are still very united.
"..." Roland stared at Vervet silently for a long moment. Did he think he was up to the task again? Honestly, Elf Rangers were at a disadvantage against Ringwraiths. Aside from elemental attacks, a Ranger's physical attacks rarely dealt devastating damage to a Knight of the same rank. And for a Knight, renowned for their high attack, defense, and mobility, facing a Ranger of the same rank was practically a noob. Their damage wasn't as high, their armor wasn't as thick, and they couldn't even outrun them. Roland still believed Rangers could survive and thrive amidst the Knights' pressure. It was simply because the Knights were so few in number.
"What's wrong?" Van Erwei asked puzzledly.
"Let's just focus on cleaning up the small fish that slipped through the net. If you run into Sernar, you'll be ruined. We can't put all the pressure on Omsk!" Roland said helplessly. Sernar alone can destroy Vanerwe. After all, the attribute suppression is too severe. Roland doesn't dare to pin his hopes on luck. If he runs into two Ringwraiths head-on, Omsk can only stop one at most. Sernar alone can suppress the others in the team. Vanerwe absolutely cannot guarantee that he can withstand Sernar's pressure.
"How about we watch from a distance?" Verwe was still worried. Now that he knew that the woodland elves had come to support him, Verwe still wanted to go and see them. King Eovian was no longer alive or dead, and he didn't want Thranduil to die at the hands of the Ringwraiths as well.
"Okay, let's go around and take a look from a distance!" Roland nodded in agreement. He really should get some information about his friendly forces, at least to know the situation of the woodland elves, which was related to Roland's next tactical arrangements.
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