"By the way, have the orcs seen your departure? This is very important!" Roland asked Verwey quickly, since he could send flying dragon knights to investigate, it is not surprising that the orcs have any long-range investigation methods.
The only thing Roland has right now is the condition of being the first mover! Apart from that, he has no other advantages. Originally, the war could be fought a little better. Unfortunately, his only war mage could only be forced to stay in Rapid City. Those simple Lagrand people were reluctant to leave their city. Therefore, someone must stay in the city, and Ladir, who is good at detecting spiritual power, is the best candidate to stay behind.
There is a saying that Mr. Ladir's field ability is really not as strong as defending the city. Except for forbidden spells, there are really few magics with huge lethality.
"It shouldn't be... After all, we moved after our sentinels found them. We moved very quickly! After all, you know that the Prairie Elves are a wandering elves..." Verwey's voice was a little low. Wandering is the deepest pain of every prairie elves.
"I have an ominous hunch... After all, there must be some clues when so many of you leave." Roland was still worried.
"How did you deal with the boats after you crossed the river?" Renault, who was at the same pace as Roland, suddenly came up.
"This..." Verwey broke down in a cold sweat in an instant. They didn't scuttle those canoes. After all, they patronized and ran away, but now those canoes may have pointed out the fact that they were discovered to the orcs.
"It seems that it is impossible to make a surprise attack on the orc camp." Reno said helplessly, he never imagined that these thoughtful elves would actually forget to deal with the traces left behind.
"Forget it, I didn't expect a surprise attack in the first place, it's just a choice." Roland waved his hand to signal Reno not to talk.
"I'm sorry..." Vervill said ashamed, maybe it was their move that would cause huge casualties for the two armies in a few days.
"Forget it, you all just wanted to escape at the beginning, who would care about those ferries?" Roland comforted.
"Caslow told the infantry behind to stop and rest!" Roland looked at the sky and found that the sun had poured into the west and became a sunset, and the sunset glowed like blood on everyone's armor, a bright red...
"Crackling!" At night, everyone stayed on a mound. The tower shield of the recruited light infantry was smashed into the ground to form a semi-circular shield wall to block the wind. Everyone curled up behind the shield wall and lit a bonfire To keep warm, the knights snuggled together with their warhorses, because the night in the wasteland was dangerous, and all were not disarmed.
"Speaking of which, why did you equip the light infantry with tower shields?" Roland had only now discovered that these light infantry were not holding dwarves' iron shields, but wooden tower shields bordered by iron.
"After training, I found that they still use wooden tower shields better. The weight is the same as the iron cross shields, but the defense range is half larger. For light infantry, it can effectively improve their survivability." Squirting with crumbs while eating hard brown bread.
"But the defense of this thing is not as good as that of an iron shield!" Roland still prefers iron armor.
"Uh...you don't know what level they are? Or the simple and crude wooden tower shield is suitable for them..." Reno whispered.
"Also..." Roland had a headache when he thought of their initial performance, but they were the main force in this battle. Only when they resisted the orcs' counterattack, would they have a chance to come back.
"Caslow, Reno, tell me honestly, what level they are now." Roland said with a dark face.
"...At least he won't be a deserter." Renault thought about it for a long time before he choked out this sentence.
"Thank you so much... You can't get past the stalk of deserters?" Roland burst into tears and cried inwardly.
"Haha, that's great." Roland laughed dryly.
"Mr. Verwey, what kind of professionals are your clansmen?" Roland wanted to know how mixed up the army under his command was.
"All of them are rangers!" Verwey said proudly.
"Crack!" Roland slapped his head with a slap, don't the elves have a serious front row? Except that the archer is a ranger or a mage, the only moon deer cavalry that can be taken out are the rangers and archers riding the moon deer!
"Forget it, I'm lying flat!" Roland took a deep breath and lay down on the blanket.
……
"Sign in with the system!" The first thing Roland did when he opened his eyes was to sign in.
"Sign-in is successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the elf holy sword - Manikati!"
"Damn it! Why don't you give me the elf holy sword?" Roland almost vomited blood. This thing is the holy sword of the elven race, and it can only be used as an ordinary weapon when it is held by himself. The Dragon Slaying Sword is almost the same. In terms of ability, he can't activate it himself. After all, only the power of the elves can activate this sword of fire. For Roland, this is a chicken rib!
"Huh?" Roland noticed that Verwey's saber was not very sophisticated, and immediately found the owner of the sword.
"By the way, Lord Verwey gave you this sword, I hope he can help you." Roland took out Manikati from the system space and handed it to Verwey.
Verwey raised his eyebrows, my dear, do you have room for equipment? I didn't find that this unassuming lord has a lot of background! After taking Manikati smoothly~www.wuxiahere.com~ Verwey took out his long sword, and the moment he instilled the fighting spirit, the blade of the long sword suddenly ignited a raging fire, and the rich fire magic energy wrapped around the sword body.
"At this time, the holy sword of the elves?" Verwey's expression changed, and he instantly felt the fit of the sword to him.
"Yeah! Holy Fire Sword - Manikati! I hope you are satisfied with this gift." Roland smiled. After all, he didn't have any elves, and this thing can only be used as an indestructible sword in his hand. Give it to the elf who can use his power.
"This is too precious..." Verwey stopped sending his fighting spirit, and reluctantly put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Roland.
"It's very precious, but I can only bury his brilliance in my hands! If you feel bad, just use him to cut down a few more orcs to repay me." Roland gently pushed the sword back. Now, before the battle, every minute The increase in combat power may affect the next battle situation.
……
"There's still a day and a half to go! We can reach the Red Water River!" Verwey acted as a guide, holding the map in his hand and said to Roland.
"Everyone, rest! Let the knights in front stop their investigation and rest!" Roland said to the Batania archer who was riding a warhorse beside him.
"King! It's not good!" Suddenly, the smoke billowed in the distance, and Roland clearly saw that it was the Holy Glory Knights led by Renault. Renault waved his arms and shouted.
"What's wrong?" Roland grabbed Renault's warhorse and asked.
"Half...half-orc army! Come...come!" He said out of breath.
The army led by Roland and the Orcs from the wasteland led by Oroville met unexpectedly! In this nameless wasteland, a war that will decide the fate of the North is about to begin...
"By the way, have the orcs seen your departure? This is very important!" Roland asked Verwey quickly, since he could send flying dragon knights to investigate, it is not surprising that the orcs have any long-range investigation methods.
The only thing Roland has right now is the condition of being the first mover! Apart from that, he has no other advantages. Originally, the war could be fought a little better. Unfortunately, his only war mage could only be forced to stay in Rapid City. Those simple Lagrand people were reluctant to leave their city. Therefore, someone must stay in the city, and Ladir, who is good at detecting spiritual power, is the best candidate to stay behind.
There is a saying that Mr. Ladir's field ability is really not as strong as defending the city. Except for forbidden spells, there are really few magics with huge lethality.
"It shouldn't be... After all, we moved after our sentinels found them. We moved very quickly! After all, you know that the Prairie Elves are a wandering elves..." Verwey's voice was a little low. Wandering is the deepest pain of every prairie elves.
"I have an ominous hunch... After all, there must be some clues when so many of you leave." Roland was still worried.
"How did you deal with the boats after you crossed the river?" Renault, who was at the same pace as Roland, suddenly came up.
"This..." Verwey broke down in a cold sweat in an instant. They didn't scuttle those canoes. After all, they patronized and ran away, but now those canoes may have pointed out the fact that they were discovered to the orcs.
"It seems that it is impossible to make a surprise attack on the orc camp." Reno said helplessly, he never imagined that these thoughtful elves would actually forget to deal with the traces left behind.
"Forget it, I didn't expect a surprise attack in the first place, it's just a choice." Roland waved his hand to signal Reno not to talk.
"I'm sorry..." Vervill said ashamed, maybe it was their move that would cause huge casualties for the two armies in a few days.
"Forget it, you all just wanted to escape at the beginning, who would care about those ferries?" Roland comforted.
"Caslow told the infantry behind to stop and rest!" Roland looked at the sky and found that the sun had poured into the west and became a sunset, and the sunset glowed like blood on everyone's armor, a bright red...
"Crackling!" At night, everyone stayed on a mound. The tower shield of the recruited light infantry was smashed into the ground to form a semi-circular shield wall to block the wind. Everyone curled up behind the shield wall and lit a bonfire To keep warm, the knights snuggled together with their warhorses, because the night in the wasteland was dangerous, and all were not disarmed.
"Speaking of which, why did you equip the light infantry with tower shields?" Roland had only now discovered that these light infantry were not holding dwarves' iron shields, but wooden tower shields bordered by iron.
"After training, I found that they still use wooden tower shields better. The weight is the same as the iron cross shields, but the defense range is half larger. For light infantry, it can effectively improve their survivability." Squirting with crumbs while eating hard brown bread.
"But the defense of this thing is not as good as that of an iron shield!" Roland still prefers iron armor.
"Uh...you don't know what level they are? Or the simple and crude wooden tower shield is suitable for them..." Reno whispered.
"Also..." Roland had a headache when he thought of their initial performance, but they were the main force in this battle. Only when they resisted the orcs' counterattack, would they have a chance to come back.
"Caslow, Reno, tell me honestly, what level they are now." Roland said with a dark face.
"...At least he won't be a deserter." Renault thought about it for a long time before he choked out this sentence.
"Thank you so much... You can't get past the stalk of deserters?" Roland burst into tears and cried inwardly.
"Haha, that's great." Roland laughed dryly.
"Mr. Verwey, what kind of professionals are your clansmen?" Roland wanted to know how mixed up the army under his command was.
"All of them are rangers!" Verwey said proudly.
"Crack!" Roland slapped his head with a slap, don't the elves have a serious front row? Except that the archer is a ranger or a mage, the only moon deer cavalry that can be taken out are the rangers and archers riding the moon deer!
"Forget it, I'm lying flat!" Roland took a deep breath and lay down on the blanket.
……
"Sign in with the system!" The first thing Roland did when he opened his eyes was to sign in.
"Sign-in is successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the elf holy sword - Manikati!"
"Damn it! Why don't you give me the elf holy sword?" Roland almost vomited blood. This thing is the holy sword of the elven race, and it can only be used as an ordinary weapon when it is held by himself. The Dragon Slaying Sword is almost the same. In terms of ability, he can't activate it himself. After all, only the power of the elves can activate this sword of fire. For Roland, this is a chicken rib!
"Huh?" Roland noticed that Verwey's saber was not very sophisticated, and immediately found the owner of the sword.
"By the way, Lord Verwey gave you this sword, I hope he can help you." Roland took out Manikati from the system space and handed it to Verwey.
Verwey raised his eyebrows, my dear, do you have room for equipment? I didn't find that this unassuming lord has a lot of background! After taking Manikati smoothly~www.wuxiahere.com~ Verwey took out his long sword, and the moment he instilled the fighting spirit, the blade of the long sword suddenly ignited a raging fire, and the rich fire magic energy wrapped around the sword body.
"At this time, the holy sword of the elves?" Verwey's expression changed, and he instantly felt the fit of the sword to him.
"Yeah! Holy Fire Sword - Manikati! I hope you are satisfied with this gift." Roland smiled. After all, he didn't have any elves, and this thing can only be used as an indestructible sword in his hand. Give it to the elf who can use his power.
"This is too precious..." Verwey stopped sending his fighting spirit, and reluctantly put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Roland.
"It's very precious, but I can only bury his brilliance in my hands! If you feel bad, just use him to cut down a few more orcs to repay me." Roland gently pushed the sword back. Now, before the battle, every minute The increase in combat power may affect the next battle situation.
……
"There's still a day and a half to go! We can reach the Red Water River!" Verwey acted as a guide, holding the map in his hand and said to Roland.
"Everyone, rest! Let the knights in front stop their investigation and rest!" Roland said to the Batania archer who was riding a warhorse beside him.
"King! It's not good!" Suddenly, the smoke billowed in the distance, and Roland clearly saw that it was the Holy Glory Knights led by Renault. Renault waved his arms and shouted.
"What's wrong?" Roland grabbed Renault's warhorse and asked.
"Half...half-orc army! Come...come!" He said out of breath.
The army led by Roland and the Orcs from the wasteland led by Oroville met unexpectedly! In this nameless wasteland, a war that will decide the fate of the North is about to begin...
