"Weak ants! How could you still get up?" Onaville looked at the weak Verwey and said in shock, that a blow of that magnitude just now was absolutely impossible for Verwey to take.
"Hehe, you're right! We are wandering elves... We don't have a home! But we still have something we want to protect!" Verwey said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
You must know that the predecessors of the prairie elves were the gondolin elves. After the destruction of the gondolin, countless elves escaped from the gondolin. The prairie elves are one of them. They are distributed in various wastelands in tribal families. Difficulty surviving, losing their homes and shelters made them people without a country.
"Hahaha..." Verweh laughed madly, the original wood-type fighting spirit gradually ignited red under the assimilation of Manikati...
"You're crazy! You're actually transforming your own attributes!" Onaville 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 fire... ignite nature... hahaha!" The Manikati in Verwey's hand had already ignited the fighting spirit in his whole body. The wood-type battle aura quietly disappeared, and strands of wood-type battle aura were ignited by Manikati and turned into fire-type battle aura...
"Burn forever in the fire..." Verwey dragged Manikati step by step.
"Don't come here! You lunatic!" Onaville looked at Vervill, who was covered in flames. The flames rolled up a tongue of flame nearly 3 meters above his head, and Onaville stepped back.
"That's right! I'm just a poor bastard... a poor **** who can't even protect his clan, so! Can you please die?" Vervill whispered, but it was extremely cold in Onaville's ears.
"Boom!" Vervill's extremely unstable fire element was instantly ignited, and an aura of a long-term aura swept over and instantly rushed away the half-orcs who were at the forefront, and the blood of the elf king was awakened!
"Death!" The slender Manikati fell from the sky, and the breath of the sixth-order stalker burst out instantly!
"Impossible!" Oneville was shocked! Everything in front of him completely refreshed his cognition, and a fourth-order advanced ranger instantly became a sixth-order elf king!
"Roland, you're right! I can indeed be king!" Verwey muttered as he looked at the Knights of Holy Light who had failed to charge in the distance and were driven out of the battle circle by the orcs, looking down at the sword in his hand.
"The Hunting Moon!" Verwey raised his hand, and a crescent moon appeared behind him. It was a signature move that Thranduil had once used.
"Bang!" Verwey took a step, and the crescent moon behind him frantically passed the orcs along the way.
"Die!" Manica raised Vervill with a sword.
"Boom!" Onaville raised the warhammer in his hand in an attempt to block it, but with the harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing, the warhammer was easily cut in half by Manikati!
"Ow!" Onaville screamed, the warhammer only slightly blocked Manikati's attack, but the scorching tip of the sword cut through his armor, piercing an inch into his flesh! There is a burnt smell!
"Clang!" Verwey kicked Onaville back into the crowd of half-beasts.
"Hunt!" A battle aura mark sank into Onaville's body. At this time, Onaville has clearly presented the position in Verweil's mind.
"Did you run away? Hunt for the spiral!" Verwey grinned, Manicati and the elf machete in his hands spun at high speed, and a path of flesh and blood continued to extend with the edge of the fighting spirit.
"Kill!" A steel lance suddenly shot out from the oblique stab. Finally, after a short rest, the Knights of Holy Glory had the ability to charge again, because the orcs were attracted by Verwey. The Orcs who lost their advantage in the lineup were successfully washed away by the Knights.
"Damn it! What's wrong with you, Verwey?" After Roland stabbed a few orcs to death, he saw the flame-headed Captain Verwey at a glance.
"Where's Caslow? There is no one else on the dragon's back!" Renault thought about his own flying dragon knight.
"He was injured, he was protected by soldiers in the middle of the shield..." A hoarse voice came from Verwey's mouth.
"Are you Tier 6? How many drugs have you taken?" Roland was suddenly stunned, the system realized that the current Vervet was a Tier 6 hunter! I haven't seen you for a long time! The fourth-order advanced ranger has become the elf king!
"Thank you Manikati... She is a good sword, and her magical power has made me." Verwey bowed slightly.
"But now there is one more important thing!" Verwey had murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you looking for this?" Renault held Onaville, who was beaten into a dead dog, with one hand. He had just found this half-orc in fine armor lying on the ground 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 were broken.
"I am the great king of the wasteland orcs - Onaville! Despicable elf! Dirty human beings..." Onaville still shouted frantically.
"Bang!" A big head flew out, and Roland chopped off his head before Onaville could finish his words.
"Haha, what kind of spicy chicken stuff?" Roland put the sword back into his waist disdainfully.
"Leave some people to take care of the wounded! The rest continue to hunt down orcs! They can't be allowed to wander in this wasteland!" Roland looked at the fleeing orcs and said that there were originally several small orc tribes here. If These orcs fled, took root in the wasteland, and it was a big trouble to clean up later.
……
"Holy Healing!" Roland pressed the healing holy light in his hand on a conscripted light infantry with a broken chest and abdomen. The holy light, which had an excellent healing effect, only slowed the soldier's bleeding speed.
"His Royal Highness! We have lived up to your expectations! We fulfilled our promise... This time we did not escape..." The soldier struggled to say a few words in Roland's arms and fell weakly.
"No!" Roland's eyes were red, and he frantically sent the holy fighting spirit and the healing skills of the Paladins to the lifeless body of the soldier.
"This..." Roland was absent-minded as he looked at the shield formation littered with corpses~www.wuxiahere.com~ Most of the corpses in front of him were incomplete orcs, but there were bright silver armor on the ground, which belonged to the light infantry. remains……
"You've worked hard!" Roland looked at the infantry in front of him and bowed.
……
"Your Highness..." Renault came to Roland's side and hesitated.
"Tell me... how much have we lost?" Roland took a deep breath and said sadly.
"Professionals are okay, at most they are only seriously injured... Light infantry... Sigh... After this battle, there are only 200 people who can still be trained as an army, and more than 200 people have sacrificed... There are still dozens of disabilities... "Reno couldn't talk anymore.
"They protected us with their lives..." Verwey walked over and said, looking at the remains of the light infantry soldiers covered with white cloth.
"Renault assembles the light infantry! I have something to say!" Roland's eyes flickered.
……
"My people! My brothers! My soldiers! You have proved your blood and honor! I apologize for the prejudice against you! You are the greatest of the Lagrang Kingdom! May the swift river protect you! "Roland bowed to all the recruited light infantry.
"It's over! Soldiers! Let's take the brothers home!" Roland said sadly to everyone, looking at the cremated light infantry.
"It's over?" Caslow, who was lying on the stretcher, asked Verwey who was beside him.
"Yeah! It's over!" Vervill, who could already become a sixth-order stalker, said softly while stroking the holy sword Manika.
"But the real war has just begun... Congratulations to your Lord Verwey, according to the tradition of the elves, you are now the king of the prairie elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and nodded to Verwey.
"Weak ants! How could you still get up?" Onaville looked at the weak Verwey and said in shock, that a blow of that magnitude just now was absolutely impossible for Verwey to take.
"Hehe, you're right! We are wandering elves... We don't have a home! But we still have something we want to protect!" Verwey said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
You must know that the predecessors of the prairie elves were the gondolin elves. After the destruction of the gondolin, countless elves escaped from the gondolin. The prairie elves are one of them. They are distributed in various wastelands in tribal families. Difficulty surviving, losing their homes and shelters made them people without a country.
"Hahaha..." Verweh laughed madly, the original wood-type fighting spirit gradually ignited red under the assimilation of Manikati...
"You're crazy! You're actually transforming your own attributes!" Onaville 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 fire... ignite nature... hahaha!" The Manikati in Verwey's hand had already ignited the fighting spirit in his whole body. The wood-type battle aura quietly disappeared, and strands of wood-type battle aura were ignited by Manikati and turned into fire-type battle aura...
"Burn forever in the fire..." Verwey dragged Manikati step by step.
"Don't come here! You lunatic!" Onaville looked at Vervill, who was covered in flames. The flames rolled up a tongue of flame nearly 3 meters above his head, and Onaville stepped back.
"That's right! I'm just a poor bastard... a poor **** who can't even protect his clan, so! Can you please die?" Vervill whispered, but it was extremely cold in Onaville's ears.
"Boom!" Vervill's extremely unstable fire element was instantly ignited, and an aura of a long-term aura swept over and instantly rushed away the half-orcs who were at the forefront, and the blood of the elf king was awakened!
"Death!" The slender Manikati fell from the sky, and the breath of the sixth-order stalker burst out instantly!
"Impossible!" Oneville was shocked! Everything in front of him completely refreshed his cognition, and a fourth-order advanced ranger instantly became a sixth-order elf king!
"Roland, you're right! I can indeed be king!" Verwey muttered as he looked at the Knights of Holy Light who had failed to charge in the distance and were driven out of the battle circle by the orcs, looking down at the sword in his hand.
"The Hunting Moon!" Verwey raised his hand, and a crescent moon appeared behind him. It was a signature move that Thranduil had once used.
"Bang!" Verwey took a step, and the crescent moon behind him frantically passed the orcs along the way.
"Die!" Manica raised Vervill with a sword.
"Boom!" Onaville raised the warhammer in his hand in an attempt to block it, but with the harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing, the warhammer was easily cut in half by Manikati!
"Ow!" Onaville screamed, the warhammer only slightly blocked Manikati's attack, but the scorching tip of the sword cut through his armor, piercing an inch into his flesh! There is a burnt smell!
"Clang!" Verwey kicked Onaville back into the crowd of half-beasts.
"Hunt!" A battle aura mark sank into Onaville's body. At this time, Onaville has clearly presented the position in Verweil's mind.
"Did you run away? Hunt for the spiral!" Verwey grinned, Manicati and the elf machete in his hands spun at high speed, and a path of flesh and blood continued to extend with the edge of the fighting spirit.
"Kill!" A steel lance suddenly shot out from the oblique stab. Finally, after a short rest, the Knights of Holy Glory had the ability to charge again, because the orcs were attracted by Verwey. The Orcs who lost their advantage in the lineup were successfully washed away by the Knights.
"Damn it! What's wrong with you, Verwey?" After Roland stabbed a few orcs to death, he saw the flame-headed Captain Verwey at a glance.
"Where's Caslow? There is no one else on the dragon's back!" Renault thought about his own flying dragon knight.
"He was injured, he was protected by soldiers in the middle of the shield..." A hoarse voice came from Verwey's mouth.
"Are you Tier 6? How many drugs have you taken?" Roland was suddenly stunned, the system realized that the current Vervet was a Tier 6 hunter! I haven't seen you for a long time! The fourth-order advanced ranger has become the elf king!
"Thank you Manikati... She is a good sword, and her magical power has made me." Verwey bowed slightly.
"But now there is one more important thing!" Verwey had murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you looking for this?" Renault held Onaville, who was beaten into a dead dog, with one hand. He had just found this half-orc in fine armor lying on the ground 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 were broken.
"I am the great king of the wasteland orcs - Onaville! Despicable elf! Dirty human beings..." Onaville still shouted frantically.
"Bang!" A big head flew out, and Roland chopped off his head before Onaville could finish his words.
"Haha, what kind of spicy chicken stuff?" Roland put the sword back into his waist disdainfully.
"Leave some people to take care of the wounded! The rest continue to hunt down orcs! They can't be allowed to wander in this wasteland!" Roland looked at the fleeing orcs and said that there were originally several small orc tribes here. If These orcs fled, took root in the wasteland, and it was a big trouble to clean up later.
……
"Holy Healing!" Roland pressed the healing holy light in his hand on a conscripted light infantry with a broken chest and abdomen. The holy light, which had an excellent healing effect, only slowed the soldier's bleeding speed.
"His Royal Highness! We have lived up to your expectations! We fulfilled our promise... This time we did not escape..." The soldier struggled to say a few words in Roland's arms and fell weakly.
"No!" Roland's eyes were red, and he frantically sent the holy fighting spirit and the healing skills of the Paladins to the lifeless body of the soldier.
"This..." Roland was absent-minded as he looked at the shield formation littered with corpses~www.wuxiahere.com~ Most of the corpses in front of him were incomplete orcs, but there were bright silver armor on the ground, which belonged to the light infantry. remains……
"You've worked hard!" Roland looked at the infantry in front of him and bowed.
……
"Your Highness..." Renault came to Roland's side and hesitated.
"Tell me... how much have we lost?" Roland took a deep breath and said sadly.
"Professionals are okay, at most they are only seriously injured... Light infantry... Sigh... After this battle, there are only 200 people who can still be trained as an army, and more than 200 people have sacrificed... There are still dozens of disabilities... "Reno couldn't talk anymore.
"They protected us with their lives..." Verwey walked over and said, looking at the remains of the light infantry soldiers covered with white cloth.
"Renault assembles the light infantry! I have something to say!" Roland's eyes flickered.
……
"My people! My brothers! My soldiers! You have proved your blood and honor! I apologize for the prejudice against you! You are the greatest of the Lagrang Kingdom! May the swift river protect you! "Roland bowed to all the recruited light infantry.
"It's over! Soldiers! Let's take the brothers home!" Roland said sadly to everyone, looking at the cremated light infantry.
"It's over?" Caslow, who was lying on the stretcher, asked Verwey who was beside him.
"Yeah! It's over!" Vervill, who could already become a sixth-order stalker, said softly while stroking the holy sword Manika.
"But the real war has just begun... Congratulations to your Lord Verwey, according to the tradition of the elves, you are now the king of the prairie elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and nodded to Verwey.
