"The stable formation elves are here to help us." Lance noticed the elves coming from behind to cover him up, and quickly spoke to boost morale. Although the well-trained rapid infantry can still maintain high morale in desperate situations, they are full of hope. The motivation can make them a little fanatical.
"Kill" the rushing infantry waved their weapons crazily, and the tower shields were playing tricks in their hands like bricks. They smashed or bumped the shields and blurred the flesh and blood. The spirit in front Most of the rushing infantry have lost their carbine rifles. In the high-intensity fighting just now, countless carbine rifles were broken. Now they are vigorously waving their durable maces in search of the orc's head, with a sound like a cracking melon. At every moment, half-orcs are surrounded, killed, and dismembered by the fanatical rushing infantry
"Kill"
"Ding Dong"
" "Bang"
On the noisy battlefield, the neatly arranged rapids infantry were like an endless stream of water, hitting the orc army again and again.
"After this battle, the Swift Infantrymen will probably be disabled as well." Roland sighed regretfully, feeling sad for the lives of the people under his command who fell to the ground. The green-armored corpse deeply hurt Roland's heart
Closer, closer, the Holy Glory Knights were less than a kilometer away from the orc army, and the heavy sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly, and he could feel the ground Shocked, countless orcs looked around in panic.
"Charge in the name of King Lagrand for the glory of the knights." Roland raised the lance in his hand.
A stream of light flashed across the bodies of the knights, and a series of status skills such as glory and mercy were added to themselves by the knights. The knights carried boundless anger and launched charging skills
< p>A Lagrand knight riding a three-layer armored Charles war horse leaned down on the horse. The Lagrand knight's plate armor made of fine steel shone dazzlingly in the snow light. On his left hand The upright knight's large shield was entwined with fighting spirit, bringing a sufficient sense of security. The lance held high in his right hand flashed with cold light, and a meter-long lance appeared on the lance with a six-edged threaded tip. Accompanied by the galloping The horse's hooves and the war aura on the tip of the spear wantonly tore at the passing cold wind. The dragon-emblem cloaks behind the knights were buzzing, and the bloody cloaks seemed to herald the coming of deathThe orcs of the "Knights" screamed in horror like a frightened woman, and the sound could shatter. Armor.
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Not every unit is called a rushing infantry
Roland casually threw away the two corpses hanging from the gun. The still warm corpses quickly cooled down. Roland raised his head and looked up. As if looking for something.
"The Knights of Holy Glory followed the order and turned to the left to kill the pale Orc." Roland looked at the pale Orc king riding on the white wolf in the distance, still trying to block the coalition forces.When he resisted, his eyes turned red
"It's up to you to make up for the loss this time," Roland said viciously.
As long as Azog is killed and the 100 heavy cavalry are obtained, this operation will not be considered a loss, because if the heavy cavalry is properly cultivated, Roland should be able to add more than ten knights, which is not enough for the current situation. Roland, who was trained as a regular knight, has a fatal attraction. The number of the Knights of Holy Glory is too embarrassing. It can only meet the minimum standard of the number of knights. Once more than two knights unfortunately sacrifice Roland's biggest trump card, the Saint The Knights of Glory were immediately abolished, so Roland now urgently needs to increase the number of his knights.
"Catch up and bite them before they form another formation," Eovia said loudly.
"咻咻咻咻" A shower of arrows attracted Eovia's attention. Eovia, who has a keen sense, clearly discovered that it was shot by the elf's bow and arrow. At this time, the star elf The army no longer has the strength to fire their bows again. Looking at the bloody fingers of the rangers and archers, you will know to what extent they have exhausted their physical strength.
Maintaining contact with the orcs was the best they could do. Countless elf rangers and elf archers waved their trembling arms, and exquisite daggers and scimitars flew up and down. The lives of the orcs
Eovia discovered at this time that the shooting elves were actually the prairie elves led by Verwei. A number of agile prairie elf rangers were running and jumping. Continuously opening the bow saved the elves and humans who were about to be attacked by the orcs one after another.
"Elf King, where are you from?" Eovia felt the familiar origin of Verve, and the pressure from the sixth-level stalker made Eovia mistakenly think that Verve He is the Elf King of other Elf Kingdoms. Although elves have long lifespans, there are few top-level warriors in the clan, but the combat power of mid-level professionals is extremely huge. Usually, in an elven kingdom, there are only kings, priests and a few elders who are at the sixth level. This number is slightly lower than that of dwarves. Less than humans.
"Hello, Your Excellency, Star Elf King, I am a prairie elf, not a king. The crown of thorns on my head is just for decoration." Verway knew that Eovia had misunderstood him. Looking at Eovia, who also wore a crown of thorns, Verway smiled and explained.
"I'm sorry, grassland elves." Eovia knew he had made a mistake and apologized quickly. No one knew the past of the grassland elves better than him. Some of the remnants of the Kingdom of Gondolin chose to wander after the kingdom was destroyed. In the wasteland, we lost the protection of the magic well.
"It's okay, we've long been used to it." Verve said calmly, and smoothly chopped down an orc who was passing by in a panic.
"Why are you here?" Iovia asked curiously. The prairie elves' instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil is simply famous among the elves. Otherwise, these elves, which have suffered a serious loss of power, would have perished long ago. In history, tribes like this were able to live a relatively nourishing life scattered in the wilderness.
"Just by youIt's set up here. "Fernway, who was explaining while cutting people, sighed and avoided the spinning axe.
"I'm sorry." Eovia instantly understood what was going on. She is a sentimental person. I wandered here just in time for the war and was forced to stay here.
“You can choose to leave before the war.”
“I promised Roland. The king will participate in this war, and he will help us build a country where prairie elves live. "There was a look of expectation in Verve's eyes.
Iovia couldn't help but feel sad. Does the great and noble branch of the elves now need human help to even found a country? The bitterness instantly entangled Iovia. Via, he clearly felt that the era of human dominance in Middle-earth was coming
"Azog shall die" Roland roared and led the Knights of Holy Glory towards Azog. The lance in his hand had been used by him. Discarded, the sharp dragon-slaying sword surged with fighting energy like a dragon.
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