"The orcs have suffered heavy casualties! Judging by the bodies on the ground, the woodland elves must have fought the orcs at all costs! Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Omsk quietly observed the remains of orcs and elves scattered on the battlefield. Omsk carefully counted the bodies of at least two or three hundred elves lying on the ground. The orc casualties were even more severe, to the point where the corpses were piled on top of each other. The entire battlefield was filled with a strong stench. Several crows paced over the corpses, carefully selecting the parts they liked...
"Damn it!" Vanerwei's eyes were red. The corpses of the elves who had fallen during the charge had stimulated him. A few wisps of fighting spirit and flames emerged from his body, and a powerful aura belonging to a sixth-level hunter suddenly swept across the area.
"Not good!" Omsk's pupils shrank. How dangerous could the situation be to force the Elven army led by Thranduil, the Elven King, to launch a desperate charge? Looking at the vast crater in the distance, Omsk could guarantee that Thranduil had encountered at least two sixth-level fighters or the Witch-king of Angmar himself. Otherwise, no one could have caused such a difficult situation for a battle-hardened Elven King at the peak of his powers.
Now that Vanerwei has revealed his own top-level aura, it will definitely alarm certain beings...
"Get out of here!" Omsk suddenly turned his head and shouted at Roland, then decisively turned around and rushed out of the hiding place. He hoped that he could attract the enemy's attention and make them not pay attention to that small-scale army.
"Boom!" Crimson battle energy shot up into the sky, and the surrounding trees quickly curled and turned yellow until they burst into flames... Vanerwei, holding Manicati upside down, stepped out of the flames. He realized how reckless his actions had been, but now he had no choice but to stand up and face the unknown enemy. He had to at least give Roland time to retreat. A third-level paladin was too weak in a sixth-level battle; the aftermath was enough to kill him...
"Let me see what kind of monsters are hiding in this rotten forest!" Vanerwei straightened Manikati with both hands, and the hot fighting spirit swirled along the blade and wrapped around the sword.
"There is light at the end of darkness!" Omsk rode on the Abyss Warhorse, holding a lance in his hand, with the black and white fighting spirit intertwined and surging on his body. Accompanied by the silent sound of horse hooves, Omsk slowly pressed towards the orcs at the entrance of the Singari Secret Realm.
"Your Highness! Charge in with your soldiers! I will use my spear to clear the way for you!" Omsk's mental power connected to Roland, and his voice rang out in Roland's mind.
"People of Lagran! Charge!" Roland chose to believe Omsk's words without hesitation. Roland, who charged with the Knights, disappeared in the crowd. This was the Knights' intentional protection of him. Although the Knights in the glory state would share the damage collectively, no one could guarantee his safety in the face of the sixth-level combat power that was synonymous with the strongest. There were cases where a sixth-level professional destroyed the coordinated defense of a hundred-man knight order with one blow. Not to mention anything else, even Senar, who was here now, was enough to break through the glory state of a hundred-man knight order with a full-strength attack.
"Stop! Human Knights!" Khamul rode on Nightmare and dragged the flail to block Roland and others.
"Boom!" A terrifying torrent of fighting spirit passed by like a meteor and slammed into Khamur. The fifth-level knight skill - Spear Piercing the Sun was activated!
"Your opponent is me!" Omsk calmly looked at Khamur who blocked his attack with a shield and raised the lance in his hand provocatively.
"You don't know whether to live or die!" Khamur opened his empty mouth, and the soul fire in his eyes began to beat violently.
"Evil Spirit Fall!" Khamul raised his hand, and a dark hexagram flashed with an unholy light. A purple-black skull flew directly towards Omsk. Khamul's skill reduced the target's resistance to evil skills by half.
"Light Dispel!" How could Omsk let this thing hit him? Once the high resistance that he was proud of was weakened, the attribute difference between the Light and Shadow Knight and the ordinary knight was actually not that big.
"Light and Shadow Hero!" Khamur was stunned when he saw his skills were instantly dispelled by the halo that erupted from Omsk's body. This was interesting. The Light and Shadow Hero was no worse than the Black Hero in terms of combat effectiveness.
"Light and shadow attack!" A gun shadow as black as ink stabbed out from Omsk's spear.
"A mere trifle! Showing off one's skills in front of an expert!" Khamul sneered. The shadow-attributed fighting spirit could hardly cause any damage to the evil-attributed one. After sensing the attributes of Omsk's attack, Khamul directly blocked countless stabbing gun shadows and tried to resist them.
"Ah—hiss!" Khamul screamed, clutching the burned wound on his chest. Light and Shadow! This was the Light and Shadow Knight's greatest strength. His attacks could have either a single attribute or two attributes. The most terrifying thing was that no matter how you perceived them, you could only perceive the attribute they displayed. The other attribute hidden within would only suddenly reveal itself after the attack hit.
"Die!" Omsk raised his spear and charged directly at Khamul. The blazing white fighting spirit drew a streak of light on the tip of the spear, and the dazzling fighting spirit flame made Khamul unable to open his eyes.
"Damn light!" Khamul wailed, covered his eyes and retreated quickly. If we talk about the attributes that the Black Knight hates the most, holiness and light are definitely tied for first place.
"Cut!" Vanerwei came to Khamur's front at some point, raised the Manikati in his hand in a terrifying arc and chopped it down fiercely, sparks flying in the air.
"Khamul is dead!" Vanervi and Omsk thought at the same time. Even Khamul could not withstand the horrific attack of the two sixth-level masters without reservation.
"Undead barrier!" Lidillias broke through the void and a barrier made up of wailing souls appeared in front of Khamul from behind.
"Bang!"
"ah--"
"Whoosh!" The sharp battle axe drew a strange arc and slashed towards Omsk and Vanerwei.
"Dang!" Omsk suddenly thrust his spear into the ground to block the incoming battle axe, and then continued to charge towards Lidilias.
"Undead transformation!" Lidillias pulled up Khamul while retreating and disappeared on the spot. At the same time, two dazed undead appeared in the place where the two were originally.
"Damn it!" Omsk had no choice but to stop. The charge had been launched but the target was not hit. Now he was forced to interrupt the skill and find the whereabouts of the two Ringwraiths.
"Let them escape?" Vanerwe said angrily. He had tried his best to hide his body, just to attack a Ringwraith and Omsk at the critical moment to attack him with one blow, but the Ringwraiths reacted too quickly, causing the two's originally perfect cooperation to fall through.
"It looks like we are in big trouble!" Omsk looked away after seeing Roland's army still advancing steadily among the orcs.
"Damn it... Senar is here!" Vanerwei's face darkened. The original two-on-two situation was about to change, and it would become three against two... The chances of winning for the two of them were slim...
"Let's fight and retreat at the same time!" Omsk said. It would be tragic if they were trapped by three Ringwraiths. The endless negative states of the three Ringwraiths were enough to kill a Paladin, not to mention the abridged version of the Light and Shadow Knight and a Ranger.
"It seems we have to retreat to Singrid." Vanlwe looked at Sernar's figure helplessly. Originally, they planned to send Roland and the soldiers into Singrid, and the two of them would consume the Orc soldiers outside. You know, when a sixth-level professional targets a low-level professional, it is a massacre. No force can withstand such a loss. Under pressure, the Orcs' offensive will be immediately resolved and they can only be forced to retreat to their nest. However, the appearance of the three Ringwraiths has blocked Vanlwe and Omsk's idea.
In the dark forest, a terrifying sixth-level melee is about to begin.
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