"Roar" The rounded war hammer hit Manikati directly. Feeling the huge force coming from his hand, Verve directly used the force to roll around in the air and then landed on the ground again.
"Damn Elf" O'Neville looked at the deep slash marks on the war hammer. The surrounding steel that was chopped around even melted, and the magic pattern on the side that was hit was directly scrapped. .
"Mixed-blood bastard" Vervay looked at Onavel's face. His pointed ears and different appearance all showed that he had elven blood.
"I will tear your thin arms and legs to pieces."
"You dirty bastard, you really insulted the blood of our elves." Vervay looked unkind.
Almost every elf king is a top level 6 professional, but the leader of the prairie elf tribe is obviously not an elf king. Although he has the possibility of becoming an elf king, he does not have the nourishment and people of the magic well. belief, so Verway is now a fourth-level senior ranger.
Facing the fifth-level warrior Onaville, Verway did not have an advantage, and even suffered a lot
"If I stop the knights, I will annihilate these human infantry." Seeing Roland's handsome knight charge again, Onaville obviously had no reason for the knights to successfully divide the battlefield, and just shot those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them.
Onneville understood that the current knights were at the end of their strength. Looking at the uncertain battle energy that enveloped them, he could see that as long as this infantry was eaten, the knights and the flying dragons would be destroyed. Knights are innocuous existences, and exchanging these ordinary half-orcs for the wealth and elite soldiers promised by Sauron is obviously a hugely profitable business.
"It seems that you are the only defenders here and it will be just around the corner to deal with your lone mountain." The Orc King of the Wasteland laughed cruelly.
"The people of the grassland will not surrender. The glory of the elves still shines on us," Verve said unceremoniously.
"Long live Raglan"
"Long live the Empire"
"Long live the King"
"For Home"
The numerous Raglan soldiers shouted. The glory and glory of the empire still flow in their blood, and they will be indestructible if they are united
"Listen, my king" fiercely from the orc's neck Renault, who had drawn his long sword, suddenly looked relieved.
"We have never lost our glory, Reno." Roland also heard the shouts from the soldiers at the bottom.
"Knights for Raglan" Roland roared.
"Long live the killing of Raglan"
"Chasing" Vervay's fighting spirit flashed, and he instantly appeared beside Onavel, with the Manicati in his hand Sweep instantly.
"Dang" Ounaville reacted quickly and quickly raised the warhammer in his hand.
"Roar" The dark red warhammer hit the ground heavily, and a shock wave shook around the warhammer.
Verway points his toes a little,It instantly bounced into the sky to avoid the shock wave.
"You can't defeat me." O'Neville swung his war hammer and hit the Manicati in Verve's hand.
"Death" Verwei roared, and a torrent of war energy visible to the naked eye was poured into the war hammer, and then roared towards Verwei.
"Boom" Manicati was directly pressed from the middle to an incredible angle, and Verway was also shocked out.
"Poof" a mouthful of blood was spurted out by Verve, and he was injured
"You are just a homeless wretch, you are just a pathetic bum. It’s an abandoned elf, hahaha,” Ounaville laughed and mocked.
"Poof" Vervail, holding the sword in one hand and supporting the ground with the other, fell to one knee on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Ferwei's consciousness gradually blurred. He vaguely saw his deceased parents, the deceased tribesmen, and the dilapidated home. Yes, the prairie elves are abandoned elves. We have no home
< p>"I'm tired, father." In Verve's eyes, his father was walking towards him step by step."I tried my best, King Roland" Verway could no longer support his heavy body, and the heavy internal injuries caused him to fall into a coma.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what else can you do now?" O'Neville licked the dark red blood stains on the war hammer and said ferociously.
"Hudong" a dragoon lance fell from the sky and instantly nailed O'Neville who had just stopped.
"Execution of Sins" Kaslo, holding the mithril sword in his hand, jumped off the dragon's back. Just now, Kaslo, who was killing orcs everywhere, discovered that Onavir broke the shield formation. When Erwei fell to the ground, he rushed over to support him. Kaldor roared and then fiercely sprayed out a dragon's breath carrying a torrent of wind elements towards Onaweil.
Onneville dodged the fatal blow after rolling several times, but the orc behind him did not have such good luck. A bloody path dozens of meters long extended in front of Kaldo. go out.
"Dragon Knight" O'Neville gritted his teeth.
"May the Dragon God forgive you" Kasluo said coldly after waving the dragon into the air. Flying dragons are no better than giant dragons. Even with dragon armor, they may be killed by hidden arrows, so the battlefield of dragons will always be There are too many dangers in the sky and on the ground.
"A little knight tried to stop me" Onaville felt insulted
"I have never been alone" Kaslo glanced at him and continued to charge desperately The knights looked at the light infantry behind them who had suffered heavy casualties and said angrily.
"Let the dragon's anger devour you" The sword carrying the dragon's war energy flames stabbed straight at him. Onavel didn't dare to take a hard hit. The power from the dragon above directly suppressed half of the sword. The blood of the orcs, this is the pressure of the bloodline
"Roar" The war hammer hit the body of the mithril sword, causing the sword to deflect suddenly, and the huge force even deflected Kaslo's lower body , causing his body to lean in the opposite direction of the force.
Oona, who is unforgiving when he gains powerWeir continued to swing the warhammer in his hand and fired his bow left and right, hitting Kaslo back repeatedly.
"You have so much power but can't use it. You are such a pathetic person." Onavel said wantonly as he watched Kaslo, who had powerful dragon fighting energy, being beaten back repeatedly by him.
"The secret skill of the Flying Dragon Knight: Gale Knight Cut" Kaslo finally found the opportunity and activated the secret skill inherited by the Flying Dragon Knight
As Kaslo's wrist shook at high speed, green streaks The wind blades were condensed in the void, and they flew around the sword. As the number of wind blades increased, they slowly turned into a four-legged flying dragon that flew around Kaslo.
"Ang" the wind blade flying dragon followed the guidance of Kaslo's long sword and flew towards Onavir. The violent friction between the high-speed dancing wind element flying dragon and the air actually formed a dragon roar.
Onneville narrowed his eyes, grabbed the orc beside him and threw it towards the wind dragon. The violent wind element fluctuations directly tore it in mid-air. Onneville saw that the situation was not good and plunged in. Into the crowd
The next second the wind elemental flying dragon fell, and its flesh and blood were immediately covered in a large number of flying wind elements within a radius of ten meters.
“Die!” Hidden in the crowd, Onavel threw a battle ax while Kaslo’s old strength was gone and his new strength was still alive.
"Boom" Kaslo, who barely resisted, was directly thrown away by the huge force.
"Roaring", O'Neville roared and jumped down, holding his war hammer high.
The sound of "dang" gold and iron clashing came as a long sword burning with blazing fire held up the war hammer that was about to fall on Kaslo's head.
"You bastard, your opponent is me." Verve, who looked like a madman, grinned with a mouth full of blood. Please remember to collect it. The website is the latest and fastest without anti-theft. To find books and add books for free, you can join the qq group 952868558