"Weak ant! How can you still get up?" Onaville said in shock as he looked at the weak Vanerwei. Vanerwei definitely could not withstand a blow of that strength just now.
"Haha, you're right! We are wandering elves... We have no home! But we still have things we want to protect!" Vanerwei said in a hoarse voice.
You should know that the predecessors of the Steppe Elves were the Elves of Gondolin. After the destruction of Gondolin, countless elves escaped from Gondolin. The Steppe Elves were one of them. They were scattered in various wastelands and struggled to survive in tribal families. The loss of their homes and shelter made them a people without a country.
"Hahaha..." Vanerwei laughed crazily, his original wood-type fighting spirit gradually ignited red under the assimilation of Manikati...
"You're crazy! You're actually transforming your own attributes!" Ounaville was frightened by the madman in front of him. Normally, the result of this transformation of opposing attributes is - self-destruction!
"Since... the power of nature... can't protect... then let the raging fire... ignite nature... Hahaha!" The Manikati in Fanerwei's hand had already ignited his entire body of battle qi. His original wood-type battle qi quietly disappeared, and strands of wood-type battle qi were ignited by the Manikati and transformed into fire-type battle qi...
"Burn forever in the flames..." Vanerwei dragged Manikati towards him step by step.
"Don't come over! You lunatic!" Onaville looked at Vanlwey, whose body was ablaze with flames. The flames rolled up into tongues of fire nearly 3 meters high above his head. Onaville retreated step by step.
"That's right! I'm just a poor wretch... a poor wretch who can't even be protected by my own people, so! Can you please die?" Vanerwei said softly, but it sounded extremely cold in Onaville's ears.
"Boom!" Vanerwe's extremely unstable fire element was ignited instantly, and a breath of ancient and primitive times swept over and instantly blew away the orcs who were standing still in front. The blood of the Elf King awakened!
"Die!" The slender Manikati fell from the sky, and the aura of a sixth-level hunter burst out instantly!
"Impossible!" Onaville was extremely shocked! Everything before him completely blew his mind. A fourth-level high-level ranger instantly turned into a sixth-level elf king!
"Roland, you are right! I can indeed be king!" Vanerwei looked at the Holy Knights who failed in their charge and were driven out of the battle circle by the orcs in the distance, lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand and muttered.
"Hunting Moon!" Vanlwe raised his hand, and a crescent moon appeared behind him. It was the signature move that Thranduil had used before.
"Swish!" Vanerwei took a step forward, and the crescent moon behind him madly passed through the orcs along the way.
"Die!" Manika raised Vanervi and slashed with his sword.
"Bang!" Onaville raised the war hammer in his hand in an attempt to block it, but with the harsh sound of metal friction, the war hammer was easily cut in half by Manicati!
"Ouch!" Ounaville screamed. The war hammer only slightly blocked Manicati's attack, but the hot sword tip still cut through his armor and penetrated an inch into his flesh! A burning smell came!
"Dang!" Vanerwei kicked Onavel back into the group of orcs.
"Hunting!" A mark of fighting spirit penetrated into Onaville's body. At this time, Onaville had already clearly presented the location in Vanerwei's mind.
"Can you escape? Hunting spiral!" Vanerwei grinned, and the Manicati and elven scimitar in his hands spun at high speed. A road of flesh and blood continued to extend with the sharp edge of fighting spirit.
"Kill!" A fine steel lance suddenly came out from the side. Finally, after a short rest, the Holy Glory Knights were able to charge again. Because the orcs were attracted by Vanerwe, the orcs who lost their lineup advantage were successfully broken away by the Knights.
"Damn! What's wrong with you, Vanerve?" After Roland stabbed several orcs to death with his spear, he saw Vanerve, who looked like Captain Flamehead.
"Where is Kaslo? There is no one else on the dragon's back!" Renault was thinking about his own dragon knight.
"He is injured. He is protected by the soldiers in the middle of the shield formation..." A hoarse voice came from Vanerwei's mouth.
"You're level six? How many drugs did you take?" Roland was stunned. Vanerwei was now a level six hunter! He hadn't seen her for so long! A level four high-level ranger had become an Elf King!
"Thank you for your Manikati... She is a good sword, and her magical power has made me what I am today." Vanerwei bowed slightly.
"But now there is one most important thing!" Van Erwei's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Are you looking for this?" Renault was holding the beaten dead Onavel in one hand. He had just discovered that this orc in fine armor was lying on the ground and trying to escape in the chaos.
"Who is this? He doesn't look like an orc!" Roland looked curiously at the poor orc whose tendons in his hands and feet were cut.
"I am the great king of the orcs in the wasteland - Onaville! Despicable elves! Dirty humans..." Onaville was still shouting madly.
"Swish!" A good head flew out, and before Onaville could finish his words, Roland chopped off his head.
"Haha, what a piece of crap." Roland put the sword back into his waist with disdain.
"Leave some people to take care of the wounded! The rest of you continue to hunt down the orcs! We can't let them wander around in this wilderness!" Roland said, looking at the fleeing orcs. There were already several small tribes of orcs here. If these orcs fled and took root in the wilderness, it would be a big trouble to clean them up later.
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"Holy Heal!" Roland pressed the healing holy light in his hand onto a conscripted light infantryman whose chest and abdomen were broken. The holy light, which should have had an excellent healing effect, only slowed down the soldier's bleeding speed.
"Your Highness! We have lived up to your expectations! We have fulfilled our promise... We did not run away this time..." The soldier struggled to say a few words in Roland's arms before collapsing weakly.
"No!" Roland's eyes were red, and he frantically sent his holy fighting spirit and the Paladin's healing skills to the soldier's lifeless body.
"This..." Roland was stunned as he looked at the corpse-strewn shield formation. Most of the corpses before him were mutilated orcs, but there were clearly bright silver armor on the ground. Those were the remains of light infantrymen...
"Thank you for your hard work!" Roland bowed to the infantrymen in front of him.
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"Your Highness..." Renault came to Roland and hesitated to speak.
"Tell me...how much did we lose?" Roland took a deep breath and said sadly.
"The professionals are fine, at most they are just seriously injured... The light infantry... Alas... After this battle, there are only 200 people who can be trained as an army. More than 200 have been sacrificed... and dozens of them are disabled..." Renault could no longer speak.
"They protected us with their lives..." Van Erwei walked over and said as he looked at the remains of the light infantrymen covered with white cloth on the ground.
"Renault, gather the light infantry! I have something to say!" Roland's eyes sparkled.
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"My people! My brothers! My soldiers! You have proven your bravery and glory! I apologize for my previous prejudice against you! You are the greatest people in the Kingdom of Lagran! May the Rapid River protect you!" Roland bowed to all the conscripted light infantry.
"It's over! Soldiers! Let's take our brothers home!" Roland said sadly to everyone as he looked at the cremated light infantrymen.
"Is it over?" Caslo, who was lying on a stretcher, asked Vanervi beside him.
"Yes! It's over!" Vanerwei, who has become a sixth-level hunter, stroked the holy sword Manikati and said softly.
"But the real war has just begun... Congratulations, Lord Vanerwey. According to the tradition of the elves, you are now the king of the grassland elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and nodded to Vanerwey.
