"Let's contact Peter Gro. If he doesn't come, the coalition should disband..." Several sixth-level fighters stood together and discussed in a low voice. At the same time, they turned their eyes to Iovia. After all, he was the Dragon Knight of the Star Elves, and Iovia still had to agree on this matter.
"I'll contact him. He's a fast dragon rider." Iovia sighed. Only Peter Gro, a rank-six warrior, could save the situation. But Iovia also hated Thranduil. Five forks in the road? He really wanted to crack the woodland elf architect's brain to see if he had such a talent... Five main roads through one entrance. How many more forks would there be?
"well……"
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"Your Highness, I'm here!" After receiving the magic communication, Peter Gro rode his dragon and came to support Iovia.
"Welcome, great dragon knight!" Bard breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, Dragon Knight!" Balin also paid his respects.
"Welcome! Peter Gro" Others also offered their congratulations.
"It's great that you're here. We've been stuck here all night! We don't know when the Orcs' reinforcements will arrive, and we're forced to stay here because we can't split our forces. Now that you're here, we can start advancing in all directions." Roland breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let everyone eat! We will launch the attack after the meal!" Roland suggested.
"That makes sense. We can't drag it on any longer. I can already see those damn crossbows waiting for us on the street corner!" Thranduil's head was as big as a bucket. Those crossbows had been moved to the most appropriate position for such a long time. There was no point in being anxious now. It would be better to have a good meal and then attack slowly.
"Okay! Let's eat! I have some dried meat and cheese here! Just add some water and you can make a pot of thick broth specially made by the dwarves!" Balin excitedly patted the dry food belt on his back, which was full of dried meat and cheese.
"Oh my God..." Iovia, Thranduil and Verwe all grinned and quietly moved away from him. It was well known that the elves who loved nature were vegetarians, especially this kind of heavy-tasting meat, which was enough to make the elves stay away.
"Wow! The jerky tastes good!" Roland had been eating dwarven air-dried meat for a long time. As soon as he took a piece of jerky in his mouth, he knew that it was the top-grade, exquisite jerky.
"Hehehe, you still have good taste!" Bahrain gave a thumbs up in praise.
"..." Several elves frowned at the same time and moved away from the two.
Although it was a meal, in reality everyone just filled their stomachs. The bread sticks, as hard as rocks, were enough to be used as weapons to smash orcs to death. These soldiers with strong limbs sawed the bread into pieces as big as bricks and distributed them to the soldiers. They gnawed them hard with cold water and dried meat. The harsh friction sound made Roland think that they would use their teeth to scratch sparks on the bread.
However, the officers and lords were treated much better. They gathered together and used their fire-attributed fighting spirit to bake pots of hot water, which they then ate with cold bread and cheese. Apart from that, there was no difference.
It's true that the elves are incredibly elegant. Even the rations they carry in combat readiness are so unique! Unlike the bread, meat, and cheese carried by humans and dwarves, the elves pulled out their own ration bags and pulled out...snacks? And then they even pulled out a few berries and nuts! Wow! They're literally on vacation on the battlefield.
"Okay! Let's assign the routes! Thranduil, you are familiar with this place, find me a route where the knights can deploy. Don't let me treat the knights as infantry and advance foolishly. At least let the knights charge." Roland patted the meat and bread crumbs in his hands and said
"Well... then you can take the one in the middle, which leads directly to the Royal Hall. But you have to be careful of the giant crossbows. There are several sections along the way where the giant crossbows can almost block the entire street." Thranduil recalled.
"Okay, you are familiar with this place, so assign some to them too!" Roland said.
In the end, the coalition forces chaotically intermingled the dwarves, elves, and humans. With the exception of Roland, who led the Lagran soldiers in the middle route, each of the other routes received over 800 men and a sixth-tier warrior. Thranduil led the first route, the most winding and complex, with numerous ambushes. Only Thranduil, as the host, was familiar with the terrain and could avoid ambushes and backstabs by the orcs. Eovia led the second route, which was unremarkable. Verwe led the fourth route, which featured steeply undulating buildings, requiring precautions against attacks from higher ground. Peter Gro led the fifth route, which skirted the edge of the city and abutted the cliffs. This side required minimal defense, allowing Peter Gro to simply circle the city on his dragon, monitoring any other routes for any magical distress signals.
"Knight Omsk! Thank you for your hard work in this battle. We have the fewest people, but our fighting power and resilience are the strongest! I believe no one can stop the combination of the Knights, the Royal Guards, and El Nino Ranger!" Roland patted Omsk on the shoulder.
"As you wish, Your Highness!" Omsk nodded seriously.
"I will go in front, Your Highness, and you'd better follow at the back of the Knights. This way, the Knights can protect you, and the Royal Guards in the rear can provide support at any time." Omsk thought for a while.
"Yeah!" Roland was so afraid of death that he naturally agreed obediently.
"Warriors of Lagrang! Gather! Let's kill all these devils! For the king! For Lagrang! For our homeland! Charge!" Omsk led the charge.
"Kill!" The coalition forces rushed into the gloomy ancient city like a tide with shouts of killing. The early morning sunlight still shone on the pale stone walls and dry vines, making the whole city look extremely dead and desolate. It seemed as if all the orcs in the city had died overnight, and there was not a single ghost.
However, as the coalition army advanced deeper into Dol Guldur, they eventually engaged in battle with the Orcs hiding there. The first to engage was indeed the group led by Thranduil. As he led his men through the streets and rooms, they encountered the Orcs in a stone wall with a layer of stone. About twenty or thirty Orcs leaped out and engaged them in battle... 3 seconds later, the dwarves drew back their bloodstained spears, the elves lowered their longbows, and the humans shook the blood off their swords...
"Nothing!" Thranduil spat in disdain. Although his mental detection, which he was proud of, was restricted by the ubiquitous power of shadows here, he could still rely on his memory and keen hearing to detect the approach of the enemy.
"Charge!" Omsk raised his lance, and immediately the broken bodies of two orcs flew up. Soon, the orcs blocking the road were hacked to pieces.
"Less than a hundred people," Omsk estimated conservatively as he looked at the corpses on the ground.
"Oh my God! We're less than a hundred meters in and someone's already sniping us. I wonder what's happening with the others." Roland said worriedly. Although he easily killed off those orcs with his strong individual qualities, the other coalition forces didn't have such abnormal and buggy troops as the Royal Guards and the Knights.
The battle is destined to be extremely arduous and difficult...
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