"Charge!" Lance rushed out with the spear in his hand. The special training from the Rapid Infantry gave him unparalleled explosive power. After Roland gave the order, the two Rapid Infantry phalanxes shot out at once. The ferocious momentum even stunned his own people behind him.
"Shoot!" Iovia, Thranduil and Verwe gave the order at the same time. The elves lined up in four rows drew their arrows and bent their bows. They stretched out their arms and loosened their hands. Suddenly, the sharp whistling sound of arrows resounded through the sky!
"The Holy Knights and heavy cavalry, follow me! Badaniya archers, shoot freely!" Renault calmly glanced at the battlefield and left from the flank with two hundred heavy cavalry. Surrounding and attacking from behind has always been Renault's usual tactic.
"Raise your shield!" Borg's face turned green as he watched the elves' armor-piercing arrows falling from the sky like meteors.
"Dou du du~" A sound like rain hitting banana leaves could be heard, mixed with the orcs' groans and wails. The sharp armor-piercing arrows, pulled by gravity, were madly tearing apart everything under the rain of arrows. The orcs' leather and wooden shields were as fragile as paper. Only the orcs holding iron shields could barely block some of the fatal arrows.
"Shoot!" The three Elf Kings ordered at the same time. The elves who received the order released the tightly drawn bowstrings, and the rain of arrows came again!
"Roar!" The angry orcs had no choice but to lift the corpse on the ground to act as a shield. Not to mention that the orc corpse was actually more defensive than a shield. The tissue of the corpse successfully reduced the speed of the armor-piercing arrow. When the arrow barely penetrated the corpse, it had basically no ability to kill the orc under the corpse.
"Bah! They're just a bunch of bastards!" Roland spat as he looked at the orcs who were using the corpses of their comrades to defend themselves. It would be better to kill all these inhuman orcs.
"All troops, listen up! Charge and shoot! Fire multiple arrows!" Roland raised the Dragon Slaying Sword.
The Badaniyan archers who followed closely behind drew their bows and drew their arrows. As the fighting spirit condensed into a fighting spirit arrow on the Mithril Purple Bow, a faint glow of fighting spirit flowed on the arrow.
"Swish!" The multiple arrows shot by the Badanian archers spun in the air and turned into three arrows. The fighting spirit gave the arrows extremely strong destructive power, but weakened their penetrating power. For a moment, the corpses or shields held in the hands of the orcs were blown into pieces by the violent fighting spirit, and the orcs suffered heavy casualties.
"Arrows of the North Wind!" Iovia immediately changed her strategy. The armor-piercing arrows now had little damage to the orcs. The orcs who were holding up corpses and blocking objects in large numbers were no longer something that could be penetrated by ordinary armor-piercing arrows.
The arrow surrounded by the wind element spun away from the bowstring, and the powerful tearing and penetrating ability of the wind element easily pierced through the meat shield in the hands of the orcs.
"Heavy Arrow Meteor!" Thranduil waved his hand and ordered, and the woodland elves also launched their skills to attack the Orc army. The arrows launched into the sky were blessed with ten times the gravity by the skill. The arrows whistled down with terrifying penetrating power and poured into the Orc army...
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"Hello, King Thorin, hello, King Bard. Oh! Thank God you are all okay!" Kaslo rode his dragon and came to the wall of Irebor first. Looking at the black and red wall burned by various blood, Kaslo was obviously relieved after seeing the two kings. He came to Irebor because he was sent by Roland.
In order to protect all forces from being destroyed and thus obtain the five priests rewarded by the system, Roland has gone to great lengths. After all, once the king dies in battle, the system will determine that the force has been destroyed.
"Huh? Where is Dain, the King of Iron Hill?" Kaslo's face changed when he found that there was no sign of the Dwarf King Dain in the crowd.
"My cousin was seriously injured while trying to stop a fifth-level Orc warrior. He is now recuperating in the city," Thorin explained.
"Huh~" Kaslo let out a long breath and immediately relaxed. "The coalition forces have arrived. We need the help of the dwarven army and the Dale army!"
"It is our duty!" Thorin and Bud said firmly.
"Balin! Dwalin! Assemble the troops!"
"Kili! Fili! You stay in Erebor with the wounded!" Thorin immediately assigned the tasks.
"Bard! Can you still chop off the orcs' heads?" Thorin winked at Bard.
"Of course! Happy to help!" Bard drew out his sword and made a sword flower.
"Then, kings, blessings to you!" After saluting with his hands on his chest, Kaslo rode his dragon towards the orc army.
"Bang!" The giant golden bell once again ravaged the newly repaired city wall of Erebor, and the flying debris fell into the moat outside the city, filling it up... (Moat: Are you polite? For the second time!)
"Kill!" Dwarves wielding hammers and axes and humans holding swords and spears poured out from the gap in the wall of Erebor and rushed down the mountain towards the orc camp at the foot of the mountain.
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"These damn dwarves finally came down the mountain! They are like poor rats, only able to crawl around in caves!" The Northern Orc Lord said disdainfully as he looked at the dust floating on the mountain.
"They're fighting back!" Bolger's eyes flashed with a solemn expression. Although the father and son were arrogant, bloodthirsty, and brutal, that didn't mean they were brainless! Even though they had the upper hand in numbers, being attacked from both sides wouldn't be a good outcome. The dwarves' frenzied counterattack left a lasting impression on all races that had fought against them.
"What should we do? These damn elven archers are so annoying! Why don't we retreat back to the camp!" said the Orc Lord.
"..." Bolger glanced deeply at the great lord in front of him and suddenly felt exhausted. Was he going back to the camp to become a target for the elves? Little did he know that it was easy to get in, but difficult to get out!
"Roar! Fight back! Tear apart the elves and humans in front of us! Everyone, get out of the camp to fight the elves! Just kill them all! The North will be ours!" Borg roared.
"Are we not going to care about the dwarves?" the Orc Lord asked doubtfully. Although the dwarf and human coalition forces that came out of Irebor City to fight back were less than two thousand people, the damage caused by abandoning the rear camp and letting the dwarves directly attack was also very terrifying.
"After we eliminate those elves that are as insignificant as flies, there will be nothing to fear from dwarves and humans!" Borg licked his lips, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty and cruel light.
"Kill! Kill them all! The Age of Orcs is coming! We will eventually rule the North! We will eventually rule Middle-earth! All forces of resistance will be reduced to dust before our swords!" Borg raised his arms and shouted loudly. The orcs who were inspired by his words immediately rushed towards the coalition forces that were also rushing towards them like crazy as if they were injected with chicken blood!
"What's wrong with the orcs? Are they crazy?" Roland frowned, looking at the fanatical orcs and feeling their high morale, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Kill!" The Flood Infantrymen were the first to collide with the Orc vanguard!
