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"Borg failed? Why did the elves appear here!" Azog's eyes widened, it was enough that a city suddenly appeared in front of him, but the defenders in the city were actually elves! Really **** open the door for bullshit, **** is home! God knows how hard it is to take down a city defended by elven archers and rangers.
"Raise your shield! Form the formation! Don't mess up!" Azog waved the dark red warhammer in his hand angrily, looking at the orcs in the front row who were constantly being brought down by the elves' north wind arrows, full of anger.
The half-orcs who heard the order gathered together, raised their arm shields to resist the arrows thrown from the sky...
"Is it useful?" Iovia's eyes twitched, what could the short-lived wooden skinned forearm shield block? How despised the elf shooter is!
"Aim at the half-orcs and shoot!" Iovia's eyes glowed with death, and the heads that Azog sent were not in vain.
"Ouch!" A beautifully made elf armor-piercing arrow instantly tore through the center of an arm shield and passed through it, and nailed it directly out of the half-orc mouth behind the arm shield.
"Hey!" In the messy arrow rain, an armor-piercing arrow easily tore the obstacle in front of it and stabbed it down. The orc hiding behind the arm shield quickly turned his head. Although he was not directly hit, the arrow carried on the arrow. The wind element mercilessly tore the aorta of its neck, and the stench of blood gushed into the sky like spring water.
"Break!" After a humming sound, another round of feather arrows was thrown out by the star elves.
Looking outside the city, the originally dense army of Orcs had turned into small pieces of Orc remnants and rushed towards the city of Los Saint Neil.
A lot of lucky people passed through the arrows of the elves and carried the ladders to continue running towards Los Saint-Neil, but they soon became desperate...
A moat nearly 20 meters wide surrounds the city of Los Saint-Neil and is placed in front of them!
This is a coup of Iovia and White Wing. Because the entire city of Los Sainte-Neil was built with grass, the highest point of the city wall of wood and stone structure is less than six meters. There is no way to increase the height difference in a short period of time. In the end, when Peter Gross went to find Roland, he saw the wide Swift River, and he suddenly stopped. Shortly after asking Roland to borrow Mr. Radil, the city of Los Saint-Neil had this moat in front of him.
"Release the arrow!" White Wing waved his hand, and the human soldiers immediately let go of the strings. Waiting for them are the human soldiers led by White Wing. The stamina of the elf soldiers should not be wasted on close-range attacks. Long-distance coverage strikes are the best use of the elves. Soldiers are enough, and even dwarves can accurately hit at a distance of tens of meters.
"Pfft!"
"brush!"
"Chichi!"
"Ow~"
"Plop~"
The sound of armor-piercing arrows shooting through armor, the friction of flesh and arrows, the dying cry of the orcs, and the sound of corpses falling into the water mixed together.
"What a beautiful movement!" Iovia looked satisfied, her eyes flashed with a cold light, and a sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.
"..." Bai Yi couldn't help shivering when he saw Iovia, what's wrong with this elf? It seems to have unlocked some strange forms...
Looking at Iovia, whose smile became more and more perverted, White Wing quietly moved a few steps to the side, quietly keeping a distance from Iovia.
Iovia didn't notice the slightly terrifying look of Bai Yi next to her, she still sneered, and when she was in a good mood, she personally shot a few rough-skinned trolls who were about to break through the arrow screen. As soon as the huge troll fell, the orcs hiding behind it were instantly harvested like wheat.
"Cough cough... Wang, he was not like this before." Peter Gros quietly came to Bai Yi's side and said with embarrassment on his face.
"Understood..." Bai Yi grinned helplessly and whispered.
"His father, our last king, died tragically at the hands of the orcs, so he..." Peter Gros spread his hands and did not continue this heavy topic.
"So..." Bai Yi thoughtfully looked at the orcs under the city, but didn't speak.
"His Royal Highness, there are too many orcs! You should look at our people..." Peter Gros whispered to Iovia as he watched the elves waving their sore arms and bowing.
"Stop shooting!" Iovia leaned against the city wall and leaned out halfway to look at the half-orcs who had suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield.
"Wow!" The neat bow sounded, the elves carried their long bows and took a few steps back, disappearing from the sight of the orcs at the bottom of the city.
……
"The elf's arrow rain is too fierce, we can't break through..." The half-orc commander in charge of the vanguard knelt in front of Azog and said timidly.
"Hoo! Damn elf! What the **** did Polge do!" Azog roared angrily, even if Polge couldn't bypass the elf's territory, at least he could hold back the elf's army! What's going on with this spooky army of elves?
At this moment, Borg, who was leading the army to climb up and down in the dark forest, was trying his best to reach the foot of the Lonely Mountain, and suddenly sneezed a few times. He looked at the snowflakes around him doubtfully, and finally decided to put on a leather robe and put it on. .
……
"How's the battle going?" Roland stood on the wall of Rapid City and looked at the distant river bank and asked Caslow behind him.
"The Orcs and the White Wing King are deadlocked. The bows and arrows of those star elves are too deadly..." Caslow said with emotion. Like a "trash".
"Tsk tsk tsk!" Roland suddenly possessed the lemon essence, sour! Such an awesome archer himself wants it, he doesn't want a bunch of melee arrogant...
"By the way, what is the effect of the moat in Los Saint-Neil?" Roland asked.
"Hahaha! It's not bad! The orcs lost nearly 2,000 corpses in front of Los Saint-Neil today." Peter Gros suddenly appeared.
"Hello, Knight Peter, welcome to Rapid City!" Roland nodded and said, after all, a real dragon knight is a respectable existence wherever he goes.
"I'm here to discuss matters with you on behalf of the king and the White Wing King~www.wuxiahere.com~ Peter Gross salutes. As an elf nobleman, Peter Gross really admires Roland in terms of etiquette. Seeing Roland's head hurts, let alone do it.
"What's wrong? Is there anything I can help?" Roland asked.
"The half-orcs' offensive should be more intense tomorrow. I hope you can send Kaslow Knights to support us. After all, I can't do anything casually." Peter Gros said while touching his chest.
"No problem, but I think the fiercest battle should be the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Roland agreed.
"That's it. I saw in the sky that the orcs were cutting down trees in the dark forest. They should want to make large wooden shields to defend against your arrows. It is not ruled out that they want to pass the rapid flow of the river." Kaslow After seeing Peter Gros's doubts, he explained it to him.
"Thank you for your reminder. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Peter Gros bowed and expressed his departure.
"Well, walk slowly and say hello to the two Highnesses for me." Roland smiled.
Thanks to the Dragon God, the Jiliu River has not yet frozen in winter! It's just full of large pieces of ice floes, but the good times shouldn't last long. After investigating it personally, Radil told Roland to always be prepared for the freezing situation on the Swift River, because the cold current from the north is about to hit!
"Let the sentries cheer up, we can't rule out orcs attacking us across the frozen Swift River." Roland, who was reminded by Caslow, quickly turned his head and instructed Marcus behind him. He didn't even consider freezing the Swift River. The latter half orcs can cross this natural danger and directly attack Rapid City.
"I hope Rapid City will not be discovered by the Orcs." Roland sighed helplessly and said, let Iovia and White Wing carry them first.
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"Borg failed? Why did the elves appear here!" Azog's eyes widened, it was enough that a city suddenly appeared in front of him, but the defenders in the city were actually elves! Really **** open the door for bullshit, **** is home! God knows how hard it is to take down a city defended by elven archers and rangers.
"Raise your shield! Form the formation! Don't mess up!" Azog waved the dark red warhammer in his hand angrily, looking at the orcs in the front row who were constantly being brought down by the elves' north wind arrows, full of anger.
The half-orcs who heard the order gathered together, raised their arm shields to resist the arrows thrown from the sky...
"Is it useful?" Iovia's eyes twitched, what could the short-lived wooden skinned forearm shield block? How despised the elf shooter is!
"Aim at the half-orcs and shoot!" Iovia's eyes glowed with death, and the heads that Azog sent were not in vain.
"Ouch!" A beautifully made elf armor-piercing arrow instantly tore through the center of an arm shield and passed through it, and nailed it directly out of the half-orc mouth behind the arm shield.
"Hey!" In the messy arrow rain, an armor-piercing arrow easily tore the obstacle in front of it and stabbed it down. The orc hiding behind the arm shield quickly turned his head. Although he was not directly hit, the arrow carried on the arrow. The wind element mercilessly tore the aorta of its neck, and the stench of blood gushed into the sky like spring water.
"Break!" After a humming sound, another round of feather arrows was thrown out by the star elves.
Looking outside the city, the originally dense army of Orcs had turned into small pieces of Orc remnants and rushed towards the city of Los Saint Neil.
A lot of lucky people passed through the arrows of the elves and carried the ladders to continue running towards Los Saint-Neil, but they soon became desperate...
A moat nearly 20 meters wide surrounds the city of Los Saint-Neil and is placed in front of them!
This is a coup of Iovia and White Wing. Because the entire city of Los Sainte-Neil was built with grass, the highest point of the city wall of wood and stone structure is less than six meters. There is no way to increase the height difference in a short period of time. In the end, when Peter Gross went to find Roland, he saw the wide Swift River, and he suddenly stopped. Shortly after asking Roland to borrow Mr. Radil, the city of Los Saint-Neil had this moat in front of him.
"Release the arrow!" White Wing waved his hand, and the human soldiers immediately let go of the strings. Waiting for them are the human soldiers led by White Wing. The stamina of the elf soldiers should not be wasted on close-range attacks. Long-distance coverage strikes are the best use of the elves. Soldiers are enough, and even dwarves can accurately hit at a distance of tens of meters.
"Pfft!"
"brush!"
"Chichi!"
"Ow~"
"Plop~"
The sound of armor-piercing arrows shooting through armor, the friction of flesh and arrows, the dying cry of the orcs, and the sound of corpses falling into the water mixed together.
"What a beautiful movement!" Iovia looked satisfied, her eyes flashed with a cold light, and a sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.
"..." Bai Yi couldn't help shivering when he saw Iovia, what's wrong with this elf? It seems to have unlocked some strange forms...
Looking at Iovia, whose smile became more and more perverted, White Wing quietly moved a few steps to the side, quietly keeping a distance from Iovia.
Iovia didn't notice the slightly terrifying look of Bai Yi next to her, she still sneered, and when she was in a good mood, she personally shot a few rough-skinned trolls who were about to break through the arrow screen. As soon as the huge troll fell, the orcs hiding behind it were instantly harvested like wheat.
"Cough cough... Wang, he was not like this before." Peter Gros quietly came to Bai Yi's side and said with embarrassment on his face.
"Understood..." Bai Yi grinned helplessly and whispered.
"His father, our last king, died tragically at the hands of the orcs, so he..." Peter Gros spread his hands and did not continue this heavy topic.
"So..." Bai Yi thoughtfully looked at the orcs under the city, but didn't speak.
"His Royal Highness, there are too many orcs! You should look at our people..." Peter Gros whispered to Iovia as he watched the elves waving their sore arms and bowing.
"Stop shooting!" Iovia leaned against the city wall and leaned out halfway to look at the half-orcs who had suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield.
"Wow!" The neat bow sounded, the elves carried their long bows and took a few steps back, disappearing from the sight of the orcs at the bottom of the city.
……
"The elf's arrow rain is too fierce, we can't break through..." The half-orc commander in charge of the vanguard knelt in front of Azog and said timidly.
"Hoo! Damn elf! What the **** did Polge do!" Azog roared angrily, even if Polge couldn't bypass the elf's territory, at least he could hold back the elf's army! What's going on with this spooky army of elves?
At this moment, Borg, who was leading the army to climb up and down in the dark forest, was trying his best to reach the foot of the Lonely Mountain, and suddenly sneezed a few times. He looked at the snowflakes around him doubtfully, and finally decided to put on a leather robe and put it on. .
……
"How's the battle going?" Roland stood on the wall of Rapid City and looked at the distant river bank and asked Caslow behind him.
"The Orcs and the White Wing King are deadlocked. The bows and arrows of those star elves are too deadly..." Caslow said with emotion. Like a "trash".
"Tsk tsk tsk!" Roland suddenly possessed the lemon essence, sour! Such an awesome archer himself wants it, he doesn't want a bunch of melee arrogant...
"By the way, what is the effect of the moat in Los Saint-Neil?" Roland asked.
"Hahaha! It's not bad! The orcs lost nearly 2,000 corpses in front of Los Saint-Neil today." Peter Gros suddenly appeared.
"Hello, Knight Peter, welcome to Rapid City!" Roland nodded and said, after all, a real dragon knight is a respectable existence wherever he goes.
"I'm here to discuss matters with you on behalf of the king and the White Wing King~www.wuxiahere.com~ Peter Gross salutes. As an elf nobleman, Peter Gross really admires Roland in terms of etiquette. Seeing Roland's head hurts, let alone do it.
"What's wrong? Is there anything I can help?" Roland asked.
"The half-orcs' offensive should be more intense tomorrow. I hope you can send Kaslow Knights to support us. After all, I can't do anything casually." Peter Gros said while touching his chest.
"No problem, but I think the fiercest battle should be the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Roland agreed.
"That's it. I saw in the sky that the orcs were cutting down trees in the dark forest. They should want to make large wooden shields to defend against your arrows. It is not ruled out that they want to pass the rapid flow of the river." Kaslow After seeing Peter Gros's doubts, he explained it to him.
"Thank you for your reminder. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Peter Gros bowed and expressed his departure.
"Well, walk slowly and say hello to the two Highnesses for me." Roland smiled.
Thanks to the Dragon God, the Jiliu River has not yet frozen in winter! It's just full of large pieces of ice floes, but the good times shouldn't last long. After investigating it personally, Radil told Roland to always be prepared for the freezing situation on the Swift River, because the cold current from the north is about to hit!
"Let the sentries cheer up, we can't rule out orcs attacking us across the frozen Swift River." Roland, who was reminded by Caslow, quickly turned his head and instructed Marcus behind him. He didn't even consider freezing the Swift River. The latter half orcs can cross this natural danger and directly attack Rapid City.
"I hope Rapid City will not be discovered by the Orcs." Roland sighed helplessly and said, let Iovia and White Wing carry them first.
