It is said that in the ancient times, the world was a dangerous Shura field, full of poisonous insects, beasts, and even unnatural monsters. Human beings were wrapped in simple animal skins and huddled around the fire in caves to survive hard, while women and children starved. Men risk going out in search of food and often lose their lives due to the cold. Old people? That’s not the case. They have to struggle to survive every day, and few people can live past the age of thirty.

Unspeakable things linger in the wilderness, waiting for hungry prey to fall into the trap. Many people carry simple weapons, leaving behind promises to bring back hope, and never return. Humanity should have perished, just like this cruel Like countless races devoured by hell. At the darkest moment, elves appeared. Wearing shining armor and holding powerful weapons, they drove away the approaching monsters. The tribal leaders knelt down before the elven king who was like a god descending to earth. In front of him, the king helped the elder and told him: "If you are in such trouble, we know that we should do our best to help you."

The handsome Elf King bowed gracefully and stepped aside. What appeared in front of the elders was the strongest warrior in the tribe. He was wearing the fur of an evil beast and stood proudly in front of the queue of elves. The weak wept secretly, while the brave Challenged despair again and again. Since then, history has turned a new page.

Later, the dwarves also came, the elves taught mysterious magic, and the dwarves presented excellent armor and weapons. With allies, humans were no longer prey.

Evil is retreating steadily all over the world. For the first time, people can sleep peacefully under the starry sky. However, victory is just in front of them, but the elves leave in a hurry, just as suddenly as they appeared, without even giving an explanation to their allies who live and die together. The darkness was about to counterattack, and the stubborn dwarves refused to retreat. The long-bearded people spat in the direction where the elves left, cursed loudly, and swore on the beard of the Forge Father that he would never abandon mankind. To this day, many dwarf cities still exist as fortresses.

For two thousand years since then, there has been no record of humans and elves fighting side by side against evil. Future generations can only search for the remaining glimmer of the golden age in vague poems.

The older teacher ended his day's teaching and concluded: "If one day, the elves take up arms for humans again, it will be a catastrophe." The noble students seemed to understand, but after receiving permission, the children rushed to start. He ran away. The teacher shook his head and put away the books on the wooden table.

The orc used his hands to grab the rough edge of the wooden wall. It was a lucky guy. It escaped from the bow and arrow and squeezed onto the plank put up by the goblins. The defenders were so busy that no one paid attention to it. The orc was stimulated by the desire for killing and destruction. , it pushed up hard and climbed up the wall.

A sword was thrust into the orc's mouth, and its sharp canine teeth were shattered by the blade. The elf raised her foot and kicked the green skin off the wooden wall. She raised her sword and chopped off a newly sprouted green head. The goblin who was hit by the sword was miserable. He screamed and fell down, disappearing into the crowded green skin.

A spear poked against the wall from outside the wall and hit the knight in the waist. The tip of the spear scratched the edge of the armor, and the sound of metal friction was sore to the teeth. The elf clamped the spear shaft with his arm, trying to get rid of the goblin at the other end. The owner of the spear threw it away, and the owner of the spear resisted with all his strength. The two sides were in a stalemate. Flint violently ended this fatal tug-of-war. He cut off the spear with just one axe, and at the same time freed his hand to grab the elf. The goblin on the other end But it wasn't so lucky. It lost its balance and fell off the board. An orc stepped on it and stepped onto the board without blinking an eye.

The goblins were pushing their heads against the boards and the shield knight noticed that many of them were dismantled door panels. This made her feel uneasy and ran to the wall, while the orcs stepped on it. The camp wall was not high and she could reach the edge and climb up as long as she stretched out her hands.

.With ten times the number of defenders, the greenskins have occupied certain areas of the wooden wall.

Of course Walker couldn't let them succeed. After losing the outer wall, the battle was over. He brought cavalry back and forth to support him. The greenskins who successfully climbed to the top had to deal with the cavalry's spears. Very few greenskins could hold on. Very few, and

No.

Another orc climbed up the wooden wall. It held up its shield and pushed away the unprepared soldiers. It sprinted forward wildly, knocked over two more in one breath, and faced Christina. The elf saw that this orc was fully armored, which was different from the previous one.

Cannon fodder. The aisle on the wooden wall is very narrow, barely able to accommodate two people side by side, and there is little room for maneuver.

The orc raised his shield to block her slash, and the blade of the sword stirred up a cloud of flying debris. Christina drew her sword again, and it fell on the shield again. The armored orc did not fight back, it was waiting, and climbed up the empty aisle behind it.

She killed more than a dozen greenskins. The elf knight was anxious, and she increased the frequency of her attacks, hoping to cause the orcs to reveal their weaknesses.

Relying on the thick armor and large shield, the greenskin can keep the airtight. Once the companions behind it gain a firm foothold, its goal will be achieved. Orcs have companions, and elves are not alone.

The dwarf walked around the elf and stabbed the orc's foot with the handle of the axe. The green-skinned hand was weak and could not block the knight's fierce attack. The sword hit the edge of the shield, very close to the orc's thick neck. Christina took advantage of the situation with her left hand to press the sword

She cut her body with the long sword. The blood sprayed through the gap in the visor and splashed all over her face.

The elf didn't even have time to feel sick. As soon as the orc fell, the goblin behind him hit her with a spear. The thin goblin didn't have the strength to break the armor, but it still made her taste the feeling of being hit hard in the abdomen. Christina

He arched his body in pain and couldn't help but cry out. As a result, he tasted the stench of the orc's dirty blood, which made the clean-loving elf angry.

The long sword grazed the dwarf's horned helmet and opened the goblin's belly. No matter what it had eaten today, it was stinky enough. The goblin dropped the spear and covered its belly. The elf kicked it over, and the sword struck the side next to it.

A certain green head. Christina didn't put away her sword. She made a fist with her left hand and easily smashed the goblin's big nose with her iron glove.

Flint felt the anger of the elf, and he tried his best to move forward to avoid being involved. The goblin lost his courage and jumped off the wooden wall. The remaining two orcs were hesitant, and Flint's ax blade scratched one of them.

The cavalry quickly arrived and killed the orc who couldn't stand up with a spear. The last survivor no longer hesitated and threw the weapon at the dwarf, giving himself a chance to climb over the wall and escape.

The greenskins were defeated, they slipped away very fast, and the archers' arrows only nailed a few dozen unlucky ones. A few hundred steps away from the gate, the black-armored orcs sat on a tree stump, holding their chins with their giant hands, watching their men scurry away with their heads in their hands.

After a while, it seemed that it had seen enough. The beast stood up and grabbed a fleeing goblin. The little goblin knew it was no match, but its survival instinct forced it to struggle. The orc gradually exerted its strength, and the goblin stopped moving.

Walker observed the movements of the greenskins. The orcs carried out several thick tree trunks, the goblins raised their shields to cover the orcs, and the greenskins attacked again.

"Light the torches, and the archers prepare kerosene!" The commander's voice was so loud that the elf wanted to cover his ears.

"Sam, come here!" Christina finally remembered the existence of the mage. She couldn't be blamed for this. Sam had always kept a low profile and did not hesitate to run to the nun.

The fat mage dropped the bandage in his hand and handed over the rest of the work to the nun. The chaplain used too many healing miracles and was too weak to get up. Sam thought he was saving lives, but the elf's tone indicated that she didn't think so. The elf himself

She wanted to show some respect to the mage, but then she thought about the dirty blood on her face, so she had to give up. She grabbed the mage and pointed at the green-skinned door-breaking hammer.

"Now it's your turn." The elf spoke through his visor in a low voice.

In pursuit of stability, Sam took a job as a court mage. He was despised by his peers and was nicknamed "Mr. Postman".

He doesn't like to manipulate dangerous and complicated spells, nor does he want to be buried in books all day long. Fat Sam is just an ordinary person who happens to have magical power, and he has always felt that this talent is a curse.

The archers wrapped the arrowheads in coarse cloth soaked in oil, approached the brazier, and lit the arrows.

"Pull the bow... release!" With an order, the soldiers loosened their bow strings and fired rockets at the greenskins. The shields failed to block all the attacks. Several orcs who were hit by arrows dropped their tree trunks and beat the flames on their bodies. From a

In the beginning, Walker didn't expect the fire attack to cause any major damage, he just wanted to create gaps.

Seeing that the orcs were in chaos, the defenders launched a second round of shooting, this time with ordinary arrows, which were faster and less conspicuous. The greenskins were shot down in pieces, and the remaining orcs could not withstand the pressure, dropped the tree trunks and dispersed.

.Sam breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was no longer needed.

The black-armored orc became angry and pointed at the camp gate and roared. The orcs beside it hurriedly ran back and worked together to lift the log. The green-skinned leader followed closely behind with a long-handled knife.

The leader's guards were all wearing thick armor, and the goblins were fully covering them. Walker commanded the archers to fire another wave of rockets, and the orcs continued to advance. Once there were casualties, other greenskins would immediately take over. The fear of the leader overwhelmed the desire for bows and arrows.

threaten.

The archer turned to attack the black-armored orc who was walking at the end. It raised its hands to cover its face nonchalantly, and no arrow could penetrate its armor. As soon as the shooting stopped, the orc leader pulled out the stuck arrow from the gap in the armor, and it

Deliberately raising these feathered arrows to attract the attention of the defenders, it clenched its fist and broke all the arrow shafts with one hand. The black-armored orc roared angrily, revealing its fangs.

Christina raised her hand to stop the soldiers who continued. "We can only rely on the mage." The elf knight turned to Sam and said. The mage understood and began to prepare.

He recited the incantation and felt the magic power filling his body. The mage pointed at the black-armored orc, and the magic energy condensed into shape, sprayed out in the direction of his finger, and hit the target. The fireball exploded, and the flames engulfed everything.

A smile appeared on Sam's lips, ready to listen to the elf woman's praise. When he thought of her sweet voice, the mage felt that he would enjoy it.

The effect of the spell was surprisingly good. The orcs surrounding the door-breaking hammer were either burned to death or lying on the ground groaning. Even the log was set on fire. The defenders cheered, and Sam couldn't hide the color on his face.

Raise your hands slightly to show humility.

The passing breeze blew away the smoke, revealing a touch of black. The orc lowered his face-protecting arm, but the flames failed to damage it. The black armor shone with a strange red light.

'Fire protection! How could the orcs have such high-end goods!' The mage resisted the sudden frustration. 'Try the magic bullet...' Sam Willie quickly completed the spell-casting gesture and extended his index finger.

The black-armored orc threw a long-handled knife. His movements were too agile for his size. The long knife pierced the mage's stomach and pushed him off the wooden wall. Sam raised his head to check the injury. After just one glance, he fainted. Crimson blood covered his face.

It flows over the blade and flows outward.

Christina was so anxious that she didn't care about the ladder and jumped down directly. The weight of her armor hit her so hard that stars appeared in her eyes. The elf ran to the mage's side, made a prompt decision and pulled out the long knife. Blood spurted out from the wound, dyeing Sam red.

Pure white robe. The high elf knelt beside the mage, clasping his hands and praying without any distractions. The goddess granted the paladin many miracles, the most powerful of which was the "Holy Healing Technique".

Terra never rejects believers, and Christina's whole body is filled with blue holy light. The elf put her hands on Sam, causing the wound on his abdomen to shrink quickly until it disappeared completely. The bleeding stopped, and the ruddy color returned to his face, but

Sam still hasn't regained consciousness. 'Is it too serious?'

Before the elf had time to think about it, something slammed into the door, knocking the tree trunk blocking the door crooked. Before she could stand up, the impact happened again. This time, the door tilted open a crack, and the elf saw

Cleared away the orcs who were knocking on the door outside. Then there was another knock, and the crack in the door was big enough for the goblins to squeeze in.

"Cavalry, prepare your spears!" Christina shouted. The cavalry who could still fight dismounted and lined up in two lines in front of her, holding their nine-foot spears flat. The archers were still making their last efforts, and for a time the success was delayed.

The greenskin broke through the door quickly, but when the soldiers on the wall fell, the orcs outside the door hit harder. The elves saw black crossbow arrows stuck in the dead body.

Christina came to the horse pen, and her white mare stayed quietly in the corner. The elf stroked its mane, the white horse lowered its head and pressed against its owner's cheek. The knight whispered and said goodbye to his beloved mount. She

He took off the shield from the saddle, carefully tied the long kite-shaped shield to his left arm, and tightened the leather buckle. The elf stood beside the spear formation, and Walker and Flint joined in with those who could still fight.

The wounded soldiers walked out of the wooden hut that served as the first aid room. Many of them had blood seeping out from under their bandages. They found weapons and silently joined the team. Some were so seriously injured that they could only hold their balance on their spears. Priests and nuns

They came too, the priest's face was as pale as paper, and the nun lowered her head and held the icon on her chest. People are afraid of loneliness, especially when they are dying.

Christina took off her helmet. If today was the last day, she wanted to take a good look at the world. Although all she could see were wooden walls surrounded by brown tree trunks and a crumbling door.

'Leon, wait for me.' Christina thought back to the days she spent with the hero. But what flashed back in her mind were the innocent eyes of the two-year-old child at home, and the feeling of him holding her finger for the first time.

Another violent impact caused the gate to fall to the ground. The soldiers who were still guarding the outer wall turned around and took their arrows.

"Die generously! Boys!" Walker shouted hoarsely. "Die generously!" the soldiers shouted. Flint tightened his grip on the battle ax and laughed wildly. He laughed so hard that his beard hanging down to his chest was shaking.

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"Come on, green-skinned bastards! The number of heads I'm going to chop off today will make the entire Bronzebeard Castle go crazy with jealousy." The dwarf declared, as if the oncoming green-skinned ones were the losers. Christina used

The sword hits the shield, which is considered to be in agreement with the dwarf.

The elf knight moved his left leg forward, raised his shield to cover his body, and placed his sword on the top edge of the shield. 'Death generously...'

The leader let the other side toss him with great interest. If the prey did not struggle, the ensuing killing would be eclipsed. It quickly noticed the pointed ears of the white-armored blond hair. The black-armored orc's big mouth grinned to the base of the ears, which made

Its ugly face became even more ferocious. It had other plans for the elves. The leader waved his hand, and the orcs and goblins who were already impatient rushed forward with shouts.

A fireball exploded less than twenty feet above the camp. The shock wave was so powerful that the orc running in front lost his balance and fell into the spear forest. Then came the second fireball, this time, the height was higher.

Lowered, everyone felt the fatal heat of the flames. The greenskin stopped and looked up in horror. The third one came one after another and exploded, dazzling more than the setting sun in the sky. Finally, there were more than a dozen of them.

The horns that were blown at the same time were low and melodious, and the war cries of the reinforcements resounded throughout the battlefield from far to near.

The goblins were the first to flee, followed closely by a small number of orcs, and most of them immediately followed suit. Even though the black-armored orcs were so terrifying, they could not be suppressed. They stared at the elves unwillingly for a while, then turned around and joined the fleeing ranks. The leader pushed away.

The men blocking the road soon disappeared.

It was Jack and the veteran who appeared in front of the gate again. The state of the two looked very wrong. When the Imperial Guard saw that Christina was safe and sound, his body softened, he slid off the horse, and fell asleep. Green was also very wrong, he was holding on to

The saddle was trembling all over, as if it was under a spell.

The high elf specifically looked back at the mage, but Sam was still in a coma. Christina suddenly had a very bad premonition. "Model's beard!" Accompanying the dwarf's exclamation was a woman's giggle.

The elf woman shuddered.

"Christina, my dear." Only one person had ever called her such a disgusting name in her life. It was not Leon, nor her mother. The owner of that voice walked into the camp carelessly, stepped over the bloodstains on the ground, and wore a purple robe.

The slits of her legs revealed her white thighs and fashionable long-barreled deerskin boots. She came to the elf who was trying to remain calm and lifted her hood. The mage's blue eyes held a teasing smile.

She lifted up her long bangs that obscured her vision and opened her arms: "Why don't you give your old friend a hug?"

Even through the armor, Christina still felt the squeeze of the female mage's chest, which made her even more uncomfortable. The elf woman sighed softly, she would rather die in the battle just now. The elf reluctantly put his hands on the mage's back. Black

The mage stood on tiptoes and whispered into the elf's ear: "These two men are really weak. They can't even withstand the acceleration spell, unlike our good Leon... Oh, and you're welcome."

The elf really endured and endured it before pushing her away.

Note 1: The quotation marks in the text refer to the inner activities of the characters

Note 2: Acceleration is one of the many magics in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. It is a mid- to low-level spell. The gain effect is to enhance the target's speed. The negative effect is that after the spell expires, the character will enter a state of exhaustion.

Note 3: Even the brave Leon cannot slay the dragon with just the elf girl and Flint. Without the help of a mage, no matter how high the martial arts is, it is useless. At this point, the teammates who took the adventure with Leon and Christina have returned.

One person.
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