"Huhu" Eovia gasped while holding on to the wall, his eyes full of sorrow. The orcs have attacked more than a dozen waves, but the defenders of Los Sainte-Nier City have not even killed a quarter of the total number of them. Except for the orc vanguard who started to be shot in the face by the star elves, the other half-orcs who pretended to attack Orc casualties were few.
"What's going on with White Wing King?" Eovia turned to look at the guard beside her.
"The situation is not optimistic. Their knights have begun to suffer casualties." The guards hesitated to speak. Even the noble knights were bleeding on the battlefield, not to mention the warriors and ordinary soldiers.
"How is the situation among the tribesmen?" Eovia asked with a dark face.
"Your Highness, our situation is not optimistic. It is estimated that our soldiers will not be able to draw their bows after another wave of orc attacks."
"Is it already so difficult? "Eovia said to herself. The cunning Azog is an experienced opponent. It understands the price of a frontal attack on a city guarded by an army of elves, so it commands its orcs to continuously consume the elves. However, Eovia cannot take it lightly. Once they reveal their flaws, Azog's feint attack can be turned into a main attack at any time.
"Your Highness, don't you need me to take action?" Petrogro looked at Kaslo said to Iovia as he was wreaking havoc above the west city wall.
"It's not the last moment. I can't use our trump card to exchange for the orc's trump card. It would be a huge loss." Iovia thought for a while and decisively rejected the idea of Petrogro playing.
"Tell everyone to prepare for close combat." The murderous look in Eovia's eyes shocked Petrogro.
"The world often says that elves are not good at melee combat. If we are not good at melee combat, how will we win the final alliance battle? We just don't want to sacrifice." Eovia looked around and wore fine locks. Elf archers and rangers wearing armor or chain mail couldn't help but lament.
"Your Highness" Petrogro also closed his eyes in pain. Only the elves who experienced the tragic defeat in the Battle of Black Gate understand this unforgettable pain and hatred.
"Needless to say, I won't leave. We never betrayed our allies back then, and we will never betray our allies now," Eovia said firmly, looking at Petrogro who had the intention of retreating in his eyes.
"Bang, my sword will be pointed in the direction you point to, and my soul and body will fight for you until the last moment, my king," Petrogro said seriously as he knelt down on one knee.
"Get flat." Iovia said calmly.
The sharp elf curved blade of "Qiang" was slowly pulled out by Eovia.
“For our ancestors, for our faith, for our homeland, for our tribe, the noble star elves of Singrui, we will never surrender.” Eovia stood on the top of the city in a tragic and solemn way.
"Kill" A rain of arrows fell from the sky again behind him
"Have you decided?" Lord Lance looked at his king.
“Yes mineOur allies are fighting hard and we cannot ignore them. If they are finished, it will be our turn." Roland said firmly.
"Then you go and give it a try. I swear on my honor and life that I will protect you. The peace of Swiftstream City will remain until your return, regardless of success or failure. "City Defense Officer Marcus bowed, his words full of sincerity.
"This is also my answer, Your Highness. "Lord Lance knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.
"Then what do you need to protect her, Lord Marcus?" Roland said slowly.
"Dovinian reinstalled There are swordsmen, Lagrand City guards, Batania archers and levied light infantry. There are too few of them to defend the city, but it is easy to mess up the command in the field. "Marcus lowered his head and pondered for a moment and said.
"Bang" Lance hit his chest.
"As a well-deserved Lagrand noble, I will lead the troops under my command. The Swift Current Legion will clear all obstacles ahead for 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.
“Reynold’s Assemblage Knights should call on Radil and Ivy, they will be needed in this war. Roland waved his hand and ordered.
This time, Roland only plans to dispatch the Swift Current Legion and the Knights of Holy Glory to support Los San Nier City. The other troops are too messy and difficult to command on the vast battlefield.< /p>
Roland put on his adamantine lord's plate armor and mounted his tall Charles war horse. He stood quietly at the west gate of Rapid City, waiting for the army behind him to gather. He looked towards the west bank and said no. The expression was gloomy.
As the saying goes, good people are not as good as God. Roland, who originally planned to live in the east coast and grow up as a cat, completely lost to nature. If he loses, it will really be God's fault. Can you imagine that the Jiliu River, which is so big, so wide, was actually frozen by the cold current blowing from the north? After learning the news last night, the originally peaceful Jiliu City immediately entered the highest level of crisis. On war alert, Marcus patrolled the city in military uniform all night. The frozen Swift River at night was like the goddess of victory taking off her underwear and waving at the orcs to the Swift River City.
Come on, come on, come on and hit me! Flowing City is now calling out to the orcs. Roland doesn’t think he can stop Azog’s army, which is turning around. For now, he can only take the initiative to attack. Instead of waiting for the orcs to besiege the city, for example, if you attack the orcs, there is still a chance of winning
"Huhu, it's so difficult to deal with." Iovia gasped tiredly. Just now, he missed the first shot in his life. An arrow aimed at the orc
was clearly aimed at the eye socket but missed its neck. Eovia looked at the trembling hands and smiled weakly. The Elf King missed his shot. You can imagine how intense the battle was. It was a blessing to the elves to live long. Since the 2,000 elves were all made up of professionals, they could still suppress the orcs for the time being. The continuous rain of arrows made the half-orcs vulnerable. Orcs are not allowed to deposit and enter, so until now the star elvesThere have been no casualties in the army.
"Roland, I can't stop him anymore," Eovia said bitterly in her heart.
"Your Highness the Orcs are charging again" a ranger exclaimed.
"Can you still shoot the bow?" Eovia looked around and said bitterly.
"Your Highness, we will fight for you until the end." The elf rangers and elf archers with trembling arms drew scimitars and short swords. They proved their loyalty with practical actions.
"Forget it, prepare for a close battle." Eovia also aroused a bit of anger. You really think that the elves have a good temper, right? Waiting for the half-orcs, today I have to let you feel what it was like 3,000 years ago. The fear of being dominated by an army of elves.
"Bang bang bang" One after another, the orcs stepped on the pile of corpses under their feet and crossed the moat. Hundreds of rough ladders were set up, and the orcs swarmed up as if welcoming the dawn of victory. Climb the ladder.
"For the dignity of our Elf Ranger, kill the elves of Singri" Eovia roared as he looked at the ugly orc head emerging from the city wall.
A blue crescent moon emerged from behind Iovia, and the next second the blood-collapsed Hunting Moon was activated
"Brush" the man standing in front of the Elf Archer. The Elf Ranger suddenly took out the scimitar from his waist neatly.
As the rangers adjusted their arm movements, the exquisite scimitars began to dance, and a neat wall of swords stood on the city of Los Sanniers.
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