"You weak ant, you can actually get up." O'Neville looked at the weak Verve and said in shock. Verve would never be able to take the blow of that magnitude just now.
"Haha, you are right. We are wandering elves. We have no home, but we still have things we want to protect." Verve said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
You must know that the predecessors of the grassland elves are Gondolin elves. After the destruction of Gondolin, countless elves escaped from Gondolin. The grassland elves are one of them. They are distributed in various places. In the wilderness, tribal families struggled to survive. Losing their homes and shelter made them a people without a country.
"Hahaha" Verve laughed crazily, and the original wood element's fighting spirit gradually turned red under the assimilation of Manicati
"You are crazy You are 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 cannot protect it, let the fire ignite nature. Hahaha." The Manicati in Verve's hand has ignited the fighting spirit all over his body. His original wood fighting spirit quietly disappeared, and the wisps of wood fighting spirit were ignited by Manicati and turned into fire fighting spirit. Qi
"Burn forever in the fire" Verve dragged Manikati forward step by step.
"Don't come here, you lunatic." Onaville looked at Vervail, who was covered in flames. The flames rolled up tongues of flame nearly 3 meters high above his head. Onaville stepped back step by step.
"Yes, I'm just a poor guy who can't even protect my tribe, so can I ask you to die?" Verve said softly, but it was extremely cold in Onneville's ears.
"Boom" Verve's extremely unstable fire element was instantly ignited, and a long-lasting aura swept over and instantly rushed away the half-orcs who were stopped at the front. The blood has awakened
"Death" the slender Manikati fell from the sky, and the aura of the sixth-level stalker burst out instantly
"Impossible" O'Neville was shocked by everything in front of him. Refreshing his knowledge, a fourth-level senior ranger instantly became a sixth-level elf king
"Roland, you said that you can indeed be king of me." Verve looked at the failure of the charge in the distance. The Knights of Holy Glory, who were driven out of the battle circle by the orcs, looked down at the sword in their hands and murmured.
"Hunting Moon" Verwell raised his hand, and a crescent moon appeared behind him. It was the signature move Thranduil had used.
"Hey" Verve took a step forward, and the crescent moon behind him crazily crossed the orcs along the way.
“Die!” Manica raised Verve and slashed him with his sword.
"Bang" O'Neville raised the warhammer in his hand in an attempt to block it. As a result, with the harsh sound of gold and iron friction, the warhammer was easily cut in half by Manicati
"Ouch" O'Neville screamed. The war hammer only slightly blocked Manicati's attack, but he was still cut open by the hot sword tip.The armor, a burning smell came from every inch of the flesh
"Dang" Vervail flew up and kicked Onaville back into the crowd of orcs.
"Hunting" A battle spirit mark sank into Onaville's body. At this time, Onaville had clearly displayed the location in Verve's mind.
"Have you run away? Hunting Spiral?" Verve smiled ferociously, and the manicati and elf scimitar in his hands rotated at high speed, and a path of flesh and blood continued to extend with the edge of the fighting spirit.
"Kill" A fine steel lance suddenly shot out from the diagonal stab. Finally, after a moment of rest, the Holy Glory Knights had the ability to charge again, because the orcs were killed by Ver. Wei attracted attention, and the orcs who lost their lineup advantage were successfully rushed away by the knights.
"What's wrong with you, Verve?" Roland stabbed a few orcs to death with his spear, and then he saw Verve who looked like Captain Yantou.
"There is no one else on the back of the dragon, Kaslo." Renault was thinking about his own flying dragon knight.
"He was injured, and he was protected by soldiers in the middle of the shield formation." A hoarse voice came from Verway's mouth.
"How many drugs have you taken since you are at level 6?" Roland was suddenly stunned. Is Valve now a level 6 stalker? Why did he become the king of elves after not seeing him for so long?
"Thank you for your Manicati. She is a good sword. Her magical power has made me successful." Verve bowed slightly.
"But now there is one most important thing." Verve said with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you looking for this?" Renault was holding the beaten-to-dead dog Onavir with one hand. He had just discovered that the orc in fine armor was 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 limbs and limbs were severed.
"I am Onavel, the great king of the wasteland orcs, a despicable elf, and a dirty human being." Onavir continued to yell crazily.
"Hey" a big head flew out, and Roland cut off Onneville's head before he finished speaking.
"Haha, what a stupid thing?" Roland put the sword back into his waist with disdain.
"Leave some people to take care of the wounded and the rest to continue chasing the orcs. We can't let them wander in this wasteland." Roland looked at the fleeing orcs and said, there were several orcs here. Small tribe, if these orcs escape and take root in the wilderness, it will be a big trouble to clean up in the future.
"Holy Healing" Roland pressed the healing holy light in his hand on a conscripted light infantry whose chest and abdomen were broken. The holy light, which had an excellent healing effect, only delayed the soldier's recovery. Bleeding rate.
"Your Highness, we have lived up to your expectations. We have fulfilled our promise and this time we did not escape." The soldier struggled to say a few words in Roland's arms and then fell weakly.
"No" Roland's eyes were red, and he frantically sent the holy battle energy and the paladin's healing skills to the soldier's lifeless body.superior.
"This" Roland was stunned for a while looking at the shield formation littered with corpses. Most of the corpses in front of him were mutilated orcs, but there were clearly bright silver armors on the ground, which were the remains of light infantry.
"Thank you for your hard work." Roland looked at the infantry in front of him and bowed in greeting.
"Your Highness" Renault came to Roland and hesitated to speak.
"Tell me how much we have lost," Roland took a deep breath and said sadly.
"It's okay for professionals. At most, they are only seriously injured light infantry. After this battle, only 200 people can be trained as an army. More than 200 people have been sacrificed and dozens of people are disabled." Renault has already I can't say any more.
"They protected us with their lives," Vervey walked over and said looking at the remains of the light infantrymen covered with white cloth on the ground.
"I have something to say about Renault's collection of light infantry." Roland's eyes flashed.
“My people, my brothers, my soldiers, you have proven your blood and honor. I apologize for my previous prejudice against you. You are the greatest people in the Kingdom of Laglan. May the Swift River protect you. Roland bowed to all the recruited light infantrymen.
"It's over, soldiers, let's take our brothers home." Roland looked at the cremated light infantry and said sadly to everyone.
"It's over," Kaslo, who was lying on the stretcher, asked Verve beside him.
"Yes, it's over," Verwei, who can already become a sixth-level stalker, said softly while stroking the holy sword Manikati.
"But the real war has just begun. Congratulations, Lord Verwe. According to the tradition of the elves, you are now the king of the prairie elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and said to Verwe Wei nodded. 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