"..." Iovia took a look at the broken dragon hunting crossbow and disappeared from the spot in a flash. There was still a dragon hunting crossbow waiting for him to deal with!
"Kill!" Vanerwei raised the Manicati in his hand, and the scorching flame of fighting energy burned along his hand. At this moment, countless orcs felt the terrifying pressure from Vanerwei.
"Chase!" Unleashing the grassland elves' unique secret technique, Vanerwei flashed and instantly appeared in front of an Orc warrior a hundred meters away. The sharp manicati sliced through the poor warrior's axe like a hot knife through butter, then his skin, muscles, and bones... After feeling the resistance from the manicati disappear, Vanerwei launched another chase and slash, appearing in front of the Orc a hundred meters away. He quickly approached Borg in this way! The Orc, who had been split diagonally in half, where he had just stopped, was already emitting a burnt smell...
"Swinging in the wind!" Thranduil also discovered the Orc Lord. He decisively gave up slaughtering the miscellaneous soldiers, and flew into the sky with a kick of his legs. Wind blades condensed from wind elements appeared in the air. He tapped his feet lightly on the wind blades to gain leverage, and then attacked Borg and others like the wind!
Roland, who was desperately killing the soldiers, also saw Thranduil soaring in the air and was speechless. I didn't expect you to be such a Thranduil. Just float in the air! Why fly so high? As if you're afraid no one can see you! What a show-off!
Roland knew the Wind Sweep skill by heart. You have to know that countless Wind Ranger players had mastered this skill in their previous games. After all, it was one of the few Ranger skills that could be used in aerial combat! Experts who mastered this skill to perfection could unleash all sorts of complex sword and knife techniques in the air, and countless aerial combat techniques had been derived from it. For a while, the Wind Ranger became extremely popular because some people used Wind Sweep in conjunction with other skills to slay dragons in mid-air!
"Noob!" Roland glanced at Thranduil with disdain. Although Thranduil's operation was shocking, it was nothing compared to Roland, who had seen more amazing things. Roland said without exaggeration that his movement was so stiff that a high-end marksman in his previous life could have shot him down.
Unfortunately, the orcs did not have archers of that level, so when Thranduil leaped into the air, the orcs below were stunned in place, while the elves cheered loudly.
The coalition, their morale boosted, launched a frantic counterattack against the orcs. Roland frowned at the aroused elves' fierceness. The orcs, attacking from both flanks, were driven back by the elves' scimitars and bows. For the first time, Roland discovered the formidable melee ability of the elves!
As the last Orc charging forward was smashed in the head by a mace, the remaining Orcs faltered. They were equally frightened! They were equally terrified! Faced with the immovable shield wall and the mad, reckless elves, most Orcs chose to retreat!
"Kill! For the Battle of the Black Gate! For our fallen kin!" A moment's silence followed, and the elves, as if remembering the past, instantly erupted into a frenzy like berserkers! Countless star elves and woodland elves leaped over the foremost torrent infantry and charged towards the orcs! The hatred of three thousand years ago hadn't faded, merely etched itself deeply in their blood over time. The current scene directly evoked the memories buried deep within them...
"They're killing like crazy!" Lance looked at the roaring woodland elves and star elves with lingering fear. Now they have completely abandoned their formation and identity, and only want to send these former enemies to hell.
"laugh!"
“Puff!”
"Tear~"
The sound of swords clashing continued to be heard, but most of those who fell were orcs. The orcs with low morale were overwhelmed by the elves, and scimitars and daggers stained with black blood were swung at the orcs!
"Ao!" A shrill howl was heard, and countless orcs looked sideways in surprise. The one who made the sound was the great lord of the orcs in the northern wilderness. At this moment, he was dragging half of his body and trying to crawl on the ground, waving his arms vigorously, indicating that he wanted to stay away from the "devil" behind him.
"Have mercy on me! Don't kill me!" The Orc lord who was cut in half by Thranduil begged while spitting blood. At this moment, he could still be rescued. A shaman could save his life, so he urgently hoped that Thranduil would let him go.
"Swish!" Thranduil, with an expressionless face, swung his scimitar casually. The blade flashed, and in an instant a big head soared into the sky. Two thick black blood columns spurted out of the cavity into the sky.
"..." Borg felt his hands and feet go cold as he watched the beheaded Orc Lord. He was also being targeted... Vanerwei was rapidly approaching him with Manicati in his hand...
"Roar!" Seeing the body lying on the ground, split into three pieces, the countless orcs from the northern wilderness instantly became furious! Their lord was being torn apart before their eyes! Amidst the sorrow, a desire for destruction quietly emerged.
"Stop the pursuit!" Roland felt something was wrong when he saw the orcs who seemed to have given up resistance and were retreating step by step. To be on the safe side, he ordered the Badaniyan archers to stop the pursuit. After all, they were not regular knights. Just look at the trembling limbs of Sharma, who was famous for his endurance, and you will know how hard the battle they just had was.
"Damn it! No! This is the army of the underdog!" Roland's pupils shrank! Anyone from Blue Star China should have heard this old saying - the army of the underdog will win!
The elves quickly paid the price for their reckless advance! Facing the equally bloodthirsty Orcs, the elves were quickly at a disadvantage. Their numbers were few and their defenses were weak. Suddenly caught in the Orcs' counterattack, the elves suffered heavy casualties. Hundreds of people from both tribes were killed or injured in an instant!
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"That's it!" Iovia coldly pulled his scimitar from an orc's chest. Just now, he had almost capsized! A dying orc almost shot him with a dragon hunting crossbow! If this arrow had hit the target, everyone could prepare for the feast...
However, Iovia was lucky. At the critical moment, he decisively swung the scimitar at his waist and nailed the orc to the ground.
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"Is there anything else to say?" Vanerwei pointed the Manicati at Borg who fell to the ground. The fire blade on the Manicati kept swallowing and spitting out, and Borg's eyes showed a look of despair.
"I'll wait for you in hell..." Borg roared unwillingly. How could a fifth-level warrior like him defeat a sixth-level hunter? He was not a special profession.
"Idiot!" Vanlwe swung his sword, and Borg's words came to an abrupt end, and his ugly head with a ferocious face rolled to the ground.
"Borg is dead!" He casually lifted Borg's head with a manicure and shouted loudly.
"Wow!" Instantly, the Orcs were in an uproar! Even the Orc King, whom the Lord respected, was dead! The coalition was truly invincible! This thought flashed through the minds of all the Orcs...
"Swish~" Soon, the orcs who had lost their breath fled in all directions like a frightened deer. The orcs who had just fought desperately collapsed completely after losing their last spiritual support, and became a group of "fat sheep" to be slaughtered at will!
Seeing this scene, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a heavy weight. He felt relieved because the war was finally over, but he also felt heavy because he saw his own reflection in the Borg and the orcs... If he were to be killed one day, would his men become the same prey on the chopping block as them?
"Here we are, Riding the sky..." Suddenly a familiar song came from afar. Roland smiled. He knew that these orcs were finished. When Renault appeared on the battlefield, it meant that all the orcs' retreat routes had disappeared!
"Boom!" The main gate of the Orc camp was pushed down! Countless dwarves and humans from Lonely Mountain rushed down...
The dull thud of iron hooves also randomly exploded across the western plains! The Lagrang Dragon Banner with a red background and a golden dragon fluttered in the north wind...
