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"Huh...huh..." Iovia leaned against the wall and panted, his eyes full of sadness. The Orcs had already attacked more than a dozen times, but the defenders of Los Saint-Neal had not even killed a quarter of their total. Except for the Orc Vanguard who started to be shot by the Star Elves, the other half-orcs feigned. Orc casualties are not many.
"What happened to the White Wing King?" Iovia turned to look at the guard beside her.
"The situation is not optimistic, their knights have already started to suffer casualties..." The guards hesitated, even the noble knights shed blood on the battlefield, not to mention the soldiers and ordinary soldiers.
"How is the situation of the clansmen?" Iovia asked with a dark face.
"His Royal Highness, our situation is not optimistic. It is estimated that our soldiers will not be able to draw their bows after another wave of orcs attack!"
"Is it so hard?" Iovia said to herself. The cunning Azog was a seasoned opponent, and he understood the cost of attacking a city guarded by an army of elves, so he The half-orcs under the command are constantly consuming the stamina and morale of the elves, but Iovia can't take it lightly. Once they reveal flaws, Azog's feint attack can become the main attack at any time!
"Don't you need me to take action, Your Highness?" Peter Gro looked at Caslow, who was raging on the west city wall, and said to Iovia.
"It's not yet the last moment, I can't use our trump card to exchange the Orc's ace... It's too bad." Iovia thought about it for a while and finally rejected Peter Gros's idea of playing.
"Tell everyone to prepare for melee combat!" The murderous aura in Iovia's eyes shocked Peter Gros.
"It is often said that elves are not good at melee combat... Hehe, if I am not good at melee combat, how did the last alliance battle win? We just don't want to sacrifice..." Iovia looked around wearing fine mail or chain armor The elven archer and ranger could not help but mourn.
"His Royal Highness..." Peter Gro also closed his eyes in pain. Only the elves who had experienced the fiasco in the Battle of Black Gate understood this unforgettable pain and hatred.
"Needless to say, I will not leave... We never betrayed our allies back then, and we will not betray now!" Iovia looked at Peter Gros, who had the intention of retreating in his eyes, and said firmly.
"Bang! My sword will be pointed in the direction you pointed, and my soul and body will fight for you until the end! My king!" Peter Gros knelt down on one knee and said sternly.
"Be flat." Iovia said lightly.
"Qiang!" The sharp elf curved blade was slowly pulled out by Iovia.
"For our ancestors! For our beliefs! For our homeland! For our clansmen! The noble star spirits of Xingri! We will never yield!"
"Kill!" A rain of arrows fell from behind him again...
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"Have you decided?" Lord Lance looked at his king.
"Yes! My allies are fighting hard! We can't ignore them. If they are finished, the rest will be our turn!" Roland said firmly.
"Then... you go and give it a go! I swear on my honor and life that I will protect the safety of Rapid City until you return... No matter whether it succeeds or fails." City Defense Officer Marcus bowed and his words were full of words. is sincere.
"This is also my answer, Your Highness." Lord Lance kneeled on one knee and said respectfully.
"So... what do you need to defend her? Your Excellency Marcus!" Roland said slowly.
"Dovinian heavy swordsmen, Lagrang city guards, Batenian archers and conscripted light infantry, they are too few to defend the city, and it is easy to mess up the command in the field." Marcus lowered his head and pondered for a moment. opened his mouth.
"Bang!" Lance slammed his chest.
"As a well-deserved Lagrand noble, I will lead the Rapid Stream Legion under my command to clear all obstacles in front of you. Only death can end my promise to you!" Lance's eyes flashed with loyalty.
"May the Dragon God bless you!" Roland ended this heavy topic.
"Reno... Assemble the Knights! By the way, call Ladir and Ivy, they will be used in this war." Roland waved his hand and ordered.
This time, Roland only intends to dispatch the Rapid Stream Legion and the Holy Light Knights to support Los Saint Neil City. The other arms are too messy and difficult to command on the vast battlefield.
Roland put on his adamantine collar and mainboard armor, put on the tall charr warhorse, and stood quietly at the west gate of Rapid City, waiting for the army behind him to gather. His eyes looked at the indescribable gloom of the west bank.
As the saying goes, a good man is not as good as God. Roland, who originally planned to live in a wretched manner on the east coast, has completely lost to nature. If he loses, it will be a shame! Can you think! So big! It's so wide, and the Ji Liuhe River is frozen by the cold current blowing from the north! Just last night! After learning the news, the city of Swift Flow, which was considered peaceful, immediately entered the highest level of war alert. Marcus patrolled the city all night in a military uniform... The frozen Swift River came to Swift City. It's almost like the Goddess of Victory took off her **** and waved at the orcs!
come! come! Come and hit me! Rapid City is now calling out to the Orcs. Roland doesn't think he can stop the Azog army that is turning around. For now, he can only take the initiative to attack! Rather than waiting for the orcs to come to siege the city, such as assaulting the orcs, there is still a good chance of winning!
…
"Hu~hu... It's really difficult!" Iovia breathed out tiredly, just after he shot the first arrow in his life aimed at the orcs!
Clearly aiming for the eye socket but passing by its neck, Iovia stared at the trembling hands and smiled weakly. Even the elf king, who is known for his precision with his arrows, missed his shot. One can imagine how intense the battle was! Thanks to the longevity of the elves, the 2,000 elves are all composed of professionals, so they can temporarily suppress the orcs for the time being.
"Roland! I can't stop it..." Iovia said bitterly in her heart.
"Your Highness! The orcs are charging again!" a ranger exclaimed.
"You... can you still draw bows?" Iovia asked bitterly, looking around.
"His Royal Highness! We will fight for you to the last moment!" The elf ranger and elf archer with trembling arms drew out their machetes and daggers, and they proved their loyalty with practical actions.
"Alright, get ready for melee combat!" Iovia also got a little angry, really like an elf with a good temper, right? wait! Orc bastards, today I must let you feel the fear of being dominated by an army of elves 3,000 years ago.
"Bang bang bang!" One after another, the orcs stepped on the piles of corpses under their feet and crossed the moat, and hundreds of rough ladders were erected, as if the orcs who had ushered in the dawn of victory swarmed up the ladder.
"For the dignity of our elf rangers...Singaray elves! Kill!" Iovia roared, looking at the ugly half-orc head emerging from the city wall.
A blue crescent moon emerges from behind Iovia, the next second! Blood burst! The Hunting Moon is launched!
"Brush!" The Elf Ranger standing in front of the Elf Archer suddenly pulled out the machete neatly from his waist.
With the adjustment of the arm movements of the rangers, the exquisite machete danced, and a neat wall of swords stood on the city of Los Saint Neil.
With their neatly waving - it's dawn!
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"Huh...huh..." Iovia leaned against the wall and panted, his eyes full of sadness. The Orcs had already attacked more than a dozen times, but the defenders of Los Saint-Neal had not even killed a quarter of their total. Except for the Orc Vanguard who started to be shot by the Star Elves, the other half-orcs feigned. Orc casualties are not many.
"What happened to the White Wing King?" Iovia turned to look at the guard beside her.
"The situation is not optimistic, their knights have already started to suffer casualties..." The guards hesitated, even the noble knights shed blood on the battlefield, not to mention the soldiers and ordinary soldiers.
"How is the situation of the clansmen?" Iovia asked with a dark face.
"His Royal Highness, our situation is not optimistic. It is estimated that our soldiers will not be able to draw their bows after another wave of orcs attack!"
"Is it so hard?" Iovia said to herself. The cunning Azog was a seasoned opponent, and he understood the cost of attacking a city guarded by an army of elves, so he The half-orcs under the command are constantly consuming the stamina and morale of the elves, but Iovia can't take it lightly. Once they reveal flaws, Azog's feint attack can become the main attack at any time!
"Don't you need me to take action, Your Highness?" Peter Gro looked at Caslow, who was raging on the west city wall, and said to Iovia.
"It's not yet the last moment, I can't use our trump card to exchange the Orc's ace... It's too bad." Iovia thought about it for a while and finally rejected Peter Gros's idea of playing.
"Tell everyone to prepare for melee combat!" The murderous aura in Iovia's eyes shocked Peter Gros.
"It is often said that elves are not good at melee combat... Hehe, if I am not good at melee combat, how did the last alliance battle win? We just don't want to sacrifice..." Iovia looked around wearing fine mail or chain armor The elven archer and ranger could not help but mourn.
"His Royal Highness..." Peter Gro also closed his eyes in pain. Only the elves who had experienced the fiasco in the Battle of Black Gate understood this unforgettable pain and hatred.
"Needless to say, I will not leave... We never betrayed our allies back then, and we will not betray now!" Iovia looked at Peter Gros, who had the intention of retreating in his eyes, and said firmly.
"Bang! My sword will be pointed in the direction you pointed, and my soul and body will fight for you until the end! My king!" Peter Gros knelt down on one knee and said sternly.
"Be flat." Iovia said lightly.
"Qiang!" The sharp elf curved blade was slowly pulled out by Iovia.
"For our ancestors! For our beliefs! For our homeland! For our clansmen! The noble star spirits of Xingri! We will never yield!"
"Kill!" A rain of arrows fell from behind him again...
…
"Have you decided?" Lord Lance looked at his king.
"Yes! My allies are fighting hard! We can't ignore them. If they are finished, the rest will be our turn!" Roland said firmly.
"Then... you go and give it a go! I swear on my honor and life that I will protect the safety of Rapid City until you return... No matter whether it succeeds or fails." City Defense Officer Marcus bowed and his words were full of words. is sincere.
"This is also my answer, Your Highness." Lord Lance kneeled on one knee and said respectfully.
"So... what do you need to defend her? Your Excellency Marcus!" Roland said slowly.
"Dovinian heavy swordsmen, Lagrang city guards, Batenian archers and conscripted light infantry, they are too few to defend the city, and it is easy to mess up the command in the field." Marcus lowered his head and pondered for a moment. opened his mouth.
"Bang!" Lance slammed his chest.
"As a well-deserved Lagrand noble, I will lead the Rapid Stream Legion under my command to clear all obstacles in front of you. Only death can end my promise to you!" Lance's eyes flashed with loyalty.
"May the Dragon God bless you!" Roland ended this heavy topic.
"Reno... Assemble the Knights! By the way, call Ladir and Ivy, they will be used in this war." Roland waved his hand and ordered.
This time, Roland only intends to dispatch the Rapid Stream Legion and the Holy Light Knights to support Los Saint Neil City. The other arms are too messy and difficult to command on the vast battlefield.
Roland put on his adamantine collar and mainboard armor, put on the tall charr warhorse, and stood quietly at the west gate of Rapid City, waiting for the army behind him to gather. His eyes looked at the indescribable gloom of the west bank.
As the saying goes, a good man is not as good as God. Roland, who originally planned to live in a wretched manner on the east coast, has completely lost to nature. If he loses, it will be a shame! Can you think! So big! It's so wide, and the Ji Liuhe River is frozen by the cold current blowing from the north! Just last night! After learning the news, the city of Swift Flow, which was considered peaceful, immediately entered the highest level of war alert. Marcus patrolled the city all night in a military uniform... The frozen Swift River came to Swift City. It's almost like the Goddess of Victory took off her **** and waved at the orcs!
come! come! Come and hit me! Rapid City is now calling out to the Orcs. Roland doesn't think he can stop the Azog army that is turning around. For now, he can only take the initiative to attack! Rather than waiting for the orcs to come to siege the city, such as assaulting the orcs, there is still a good chance of winning!
…
"Hu~hu... It's really difficult!" Iovia breathed out tiredly, just after he shot the first arrow in his life aimed at the orcs!
Clearly aiming for the eye socket but passing by its neck, Iovia stared at the trembling hands and smiled weakly. Even the elf king, who is known for his precision with his arrows, missed his shot. One can imagine how intense the battle was! Thanks to the longevity of the elves, the 2,000 elves are all composed of professionals, so they can temporarily suppress the orcs for the time being.
"Roland! I can't stop it..." Iovia said bitterly in her heart.
"Your Highness! The orcs are charging again!" a ranger exclaimed.
"You... can you still draw bows?" Iovia asked bitterly, looking around.
"His Royal Highness! We will fight for you to the last moment!" The elf ranger and elf archer with trembling arms drew out their machetes and daggers, and they proved their loyalty with practical actions.
"Alright, get ready for melee combat!" Iovia also got a little angry, really like an elf with a good temper, right? wait! Orc bastards, today I must let you feel the fear of being dominated by an army of elves 3,000 years ago.
"Bang bang bang!" One after another, the orcs stepped on the piles of corpses under their feet and crossed the moat, and hundreds of rough ladders were erected, as if the orcs who had ushered in the dawn of victory swarmed up the ladder.
"For the dignity of our elf rangers...Singaray elves! Kill!" Iovia roared, looking at the ugly half-orc head emerging from the city wall.
A blue crescent moon emerges from behind Iovia, the next second! Blood burst! The Hunting Moon is launched!
"Brush!" The Elf Ranger standing in front of the Elf Archer suddenly pulled out the machete neatly from his waist.
With the adjustment of the arm movements of the rangers, the exquisite machete danced, and a neat wall of swords stood on the city of Los Saint Neil.
With their neatly waving - it's dawn!
