"Die!" A murderous light flashed in Iovia's eyes, and the scimitar in her hand went straight to the neck of an orc berserker who was blocking the way. The crisp sound of the throat breaking was heard, and Iovia continued to leap towards the money without even looking at it. Well, true elves never look at the results of the battle when they take action!
"Swish!" Vanerwei danced with the Manikati in his hand and spun and jumped. Several orcs who besieged him were instantly cut in two along with their weapons. The Holy Sword of Elf Fire was completely unreasonable against ordinary weapons. It cut through their clothes and armor, and blood gushed out like a fountain!
"Hmph! Puff!" Thranduil danced with his two scimitars tightly. After easily thrusting the scimitars into the bodies of the two orcs, Thranduil kicked the corpses hard to use the force to avoid the spear that was originally stabbing at him.
"Boom!" A loud explosion came from Vanerwei, and the smoke and dust immediately blocked everyone's vision.
"Ground flow trap!" Radil slammed the staff in his hand heavily to the ground, and a powerful magic wave suddenly erupted from the center of Radil.
"Oh?" The orcs who were swept by the magic wave suddenly froze. They looked down at their feet in confusion, only to find that their entire calves were stuck in the mud!
"Puchi!" Lance raised his hand and shot a half-orc to the ground, then looked back at Radil who was standing behind him and using his magic power.
“Well done!”
"War-level control magic!"
"The orcs are really targets now!"
Seeing the Orc coalition struggling and stuck in the ground, they shouted excitedly. Radil's skill controlled the ground beneath the enemy's feet, and when they stepped into the skill range, they would be unable to move forward as if they were in a quagmire.
"Attack!" Roland and Bai Yi hurriedly gave orders. In the absence of the Elf Kings, they were the only ones who could command.
Roland was a family man, and he knew his own business. The war spells Ladir had unleashed covered an entire square kilometer of the battlefield, consuming tons of magic! A war mage's total mana could only sustain it for about two minutes. Of course, Ladir wouldn't be able to hold out for two minutes. He simply hoped to quickly create a breakthrough for the coalition forces. Using up all his magic on the battlefield wasn't a good idea.
"Advance!" Lansti charged forward with his shield and spear.
"Kill!" After receiving the order, the Stream Infantry followed closely, passing the Elf Rangers and catching up. In a moment, the Stream Infantry with extremely "long arms" launched a massacre of the Orcs. It was such a joy to poke these motionless targets with the 5-meter-long arquebuses!
"Hurry! Speed up! The magic effect is about to disappear!" Lance said as he sensed the magic power flowing back rapidly.
"Roar! Kill these scum!" The furious orcs roared and rushed towards the Torrent Infantry who had just killed everyone.
"Form a formation!" Lance's eyes focused.
"Bang bang bang~" Heavy tower shields were stacked together, and in an instant a flat shield wall appeared at the forefront of the battlefield!
"Tilt the shield 45 degrees! Crouch!" Lance shouted.
The shield wall suddenly lowered, and all the torrent infantrymen leaned their shoulders against their shields. The aggressive orcs rushed forward like a tsunami. Except for the orcs twitching on their lances, the others were pushed onto the shields by the orcs behind them. The elven ranger following the torrent infantry laughed instantly. From the elf's position, the orcs' unprotected calves were exposed...
"Crack!" The sharp scimitar swept across like thunder, and the crisp sound of broken bones was heard. The orcs who rushed up the inclined shield wall first had their calves chopped off one after another, and rolled down wailing. Suddenly, the orcs crowded in front of the formation were in chaos.
"Tsk! The Tide Troopers should be equipped with longswords!" Roland said regretfully as he looked at the chaotic Orcs. In this melee, the Tide Troopers had no room to use their slender lances. You see, those lances were already piled with Orcs who were squeezed in by their own people. Most of the Tide Troopers had been forced to give up their increasingly heavy lances and draw out their maces to fight the Orcs. However, the attack speed and flexibility of the maces were far inferior to those of the longsword, and their efficiency was not high in this situation.
"Watch out for the flanks!" Lance said in panic. Because the number of the Tide Infantry was small, some of the Orcs had bypassed the Tide Infantry who were standing still in the front and attacked from the side. On the flanks were the Elf Rangers and Archers who had weak defenses.
"Badania archers! Charge with me!" Roland gritted his teeth as he watched the elves engaging the orcs in close combat. He only hoped that Renault's cavalry could successfully get behind the orcs...
"Boom boom boom!" Amid the dense and heavy sound of horse hooves, the mithril armor-piercing hammers were raised, and the Badanian archers holding arm shields entered the battlefield like heavy cavalry.
"Heavy cavalry!" The orcs' hands and feet went cold as they watched the smoke billowing from the Badaniyan archers! (The Knights' symbol was that both rider and horse were shrouded in the same flame of battle energy, so it was generally impossible to mistake an opponent for knight or cavalry, unless the commander of the army was exceptionally treacherous and didn't activate his glory skill until the moment of engagement.)
Roland couldn't help but twitch his face under his visor after hearing the shrill cry. What the hell, heavy cavalry? As expected, the heavily armored Badanian archers were incredibly deceptive. More importantly, the Badanian archers' riding skills were definitely not bad. After all, how bad could an archer be when he could shoot from a galloping warhorse?
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" As the Badanian archers swung their arms vigorously, under the action of centrifugal force, the mithril armor-piercing hammer contained terrifying kinetic energy in the heavy hammer head. As the mithril armor-piercing hammer came into contact with the orcs' heads, blood splattered on their heads like exploding watermelons, and black blood mixed with brain matter flew across the air. The crisp sound of skulls bursting made people shudder. Although there were hundreds of people, no one could stop it!
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"Die!" Vanerwei, who had just taken a bullet from a dragon-hunting crossbow, had trembling hands, but he was still not someone that ordinary orcs and professionals could stop. After cutting two orcs who were preparing for a sneak attack in half with one sword, Vanerwei half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Are you okay? Lord Verwe!" Thranduil frowned and turned back, blocking several sneak arrows.
"I won't die!" Fan Erwei's face suddenly changed. He exerted force on his legs that were kneeling on the ground and immediately jumped up.
"Boom!" The next second, a thick crossbow came through the air and hit the place where he had originally stayed.
"The stars are twinkling!" Iovia's face turned cold, and his body suddenly became weak. Then he appeared a hundred meters away in an instant. Where he had originally stayed, a crossbow was twisted and penetrated into the ground.
"They have at least two small dragon-hunting crossbows!" Thranduil said coldly. Fortunately, the orcs didn't keep their composure, otherwise it would be fatal to be hit by this thing suddenly!
Little did they know, Borg was also having his own troubles! From afar, he could see three dancing crescent moons reaping the lives of the orcs. He wasn't a fool! Who wouldn't recognize the signature universal skill of a sixth-level stalker? Hiding his abilities at this moment would be courting death.
"So you were hiding here!" Iovia's unique elf vision allowed him to see the dragon-hunting crossbow hidden in the crowd. He showed a cold smile, casually put the scimitar back into the scabbard, and took out a well-made longbow from his back with his other hand.
He stroked the bow with nostalgia. This bow had once belonged to his father, named Lordnan. It was considered the pinnacle of epic weaponry, poised to enter legend at any moment. The bow's draw came at the cost of one's life force! Each draw of the bowstring absorbed the bower's life force, transforming it into an arrow. Those struck by the arrow suffered not only physical damage but also a loss of both life force and soul power. This bow was known as the "Life Burial Song"! Iovia's father had fought with this bow, ultimately losing his life force to the force draining him. If even the Elf King's terrifying life force could be drained, one can only imagine the ferocity of that battle!
"Hiss~" The azure arrow quickly emerged from the bowstring. The whole arrow was as breathtakingly beautiful as a beautiful work of art, and as brilliant as the vitality it absorbed!
The moment Iovia released the bowstring, her face paled! The arrow flew out silently, leaving only a blue shadow visible to the naked eye...
"Boom!" The surging vitality raged, and the incomparably pure vitality instantly stirred the space, and a spatial rift then appeared in the same place...
Before it could make any sound, the entire dragon-hunting crossbow and the orc beside it were instantly torn into pieces by the space rift!
