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Chapter 149 Death Reincarnation

one day ago……

"Your Highness, the old fortress of Dol Guldur is ahead. We have cleared away the orcs along the way!" An elf ranger in mail catapulted from the treetops and came to Eovia.

"Dol Guldur...the former home of the woodland elves in Amon Lance, the grassy hills...Oh! Damn Sauron!" A trace of violence flashed in Eovia's eyes while riding the unicorn.

The Star Elves, a branch of the Elves, once stained the Black Gate with the Woodland Elves. The relationship between the two clans was quite harmonious. When the dark camp occupied this place, they not only slapped Thranduil in the face, they also slapped the stars.

Elf's face.

"This time the darkness should dissipate!" Veins appeared on Eovia's hand holding the handle of the knife. No one on both sides would have known that the star elves would decisively send troops to Dol Guldur during the time when they should be recuperating. If there were no accidents

It must have been a one-sided massacre...



"Scoff!" A black column of blood shot out, and a third-level intermediate ranger flashed out from the forest. The elf scimitar that activated the sharp blade and hunting skills swept past with a roar of war energy.

The head of the last orc in a patrol.

The fresh and pungent smell of blood came from behind, and the orcs in front smelled the clear smell of blood at the same time...

"laugh!"

"puff!"

"Whoosh!"

The elf rangers hidden in the tree crown jumped down one after another, and the scimitars carrying combat skills used flexible arcs to create this carefully planned murder in the dense forest!

After a breath, there were only a few orc corpses lying in a pool of blood. Some of them had their heads cut off, some had their hearts stabbed, and some were split open by sloping shoulders. Black blood flowed freely in the darkness.

flowing in the jungle, black blood nourishing the dark forest...

A moment later, a team of elves walked over quickly. They passed over the corpse and waved their sharp scimitars to chop branches and shrubs. With their efforts, a path was opened that could only accommodate two people.

The road behind them continues to stretch...until the end of the field of vision.

"We're not far from those bastards!" Eovia gently pulled out the slender Elven Scimitar from her waist. The more and more corpses along the way indicated that they were getting closer to Dol Guldur.

"Stay vigilant, don't be careless! We are very close to the target!" Eovia whispered, and someone would pass on his order.

He raised his head, and following the looming gaps in the tree crown, he clearly captured the towering tower of Dol Guldur at a certain moment. It was once a building that the elves were proud of, but now it was covered with thorns.

Living in the dirty "black skin"! Eovia was trembling all over. They had been unable to escape from the world for a long time, and they had no idea that the woodland elves who had lost their old king after them would move north under the leadership of Thranduil.

And abandoned their capital, Amon Lance!

"What a shame!" Eovia, like other elves, has an insurmountable arrogance. As the Elf King, he is even more arrogant! How can an arrogant elf tolerate his capital being invaded by others, even if it is not the same person?

Branched elf.

The biggest difference between Eovia and Thranduil is that he has not lost his enterprising heart. The avoidance and caution of the star elves is entirely due to their poor population base. If the population of the star elves were more Eovi

I don't mind if the handsome army goes to Mordor and meets the Black Gate again.

Through the shadows in the forest, you can see nearly three thousand star elf soldiers marching quietly in the dense forest. Their team is like a long dragon, with the dragon's head pointing towards Dol Guldur!



"Stop moving forward!" Eovia immediately ordered after listening to the reports of the assassins who were investigating, and the entire team immediately stopped.

(There are many assassins among elf professionals. Assassins and rangers still have a lot in common. The agility and extraordinary talents of the elves make the elf assassins a nightmare for many enemies!

"Reconnaissance again!" Iovia said concisely and to the point. He needed to enter the battlefield at the right time. It's still daylight now...

"Order everyone to rest where they are and start eating!" Eovia looked at the darkening sky and ordered. He had already made up his mind to attack at night. Now let the soldiers who had traveled a long distance take a rest.



"Line up! Form the army!" Eovia, who was riding a unicorn, drew out her scimitar and stood in front of the army. The star elves quickly cleared an open space with the knives in their hands. Of course, those thick trees could not be cut down. After all,

That will attract the enemy's attention.

"No reaction yet?" Eovia looked at Dol Guldur who was still calm and grinned cruelly. So many patrolling soldiers lost contact and the orcs still did not move. It seems that he thinks highly of them.

Yes, they have no sense of precaution at all!

Who would have thought that an army actually traveled a long way to attack Dol Guldur?

"Go!" Eovia did not take a knife but drew out a long bow with exquisite carvings.

"call out!"

"Duh!"

Whistling sharp arrows flew past, and the outermost sentry in Dol Guldur collapsed instantly. The elven archers were calculating mentally and unintentionally. Several archers were targeting an orc. If they still missed, the elves could try again.

opened. However, the elven archers lived up to their name. All targets were killed on the spot with more or less arrows inserted.

"Kill!" The elves who climbed up the mountain and crossed the road finally arrived at the entrance of Dol Guldur, where they met the orcs at the bridge. Unlike the orcs who were surprised and confused, the elf rangers who seized the opportunity took advantage of the situation and swung.

The scimitar in my hand is rounded—Blade Dance!

Broken limbs and black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and broken bones were instantly spread out on the stone bridge dozens of meters away. The rangers rushed forward desperately and instantly occupied the stone bridge at the entrance. At this moment, the star elves

The ranger vanguards were like the messengers of hell. The evil spirit on their bodies mixed with the black blood-stained armor made even the ferocious orcs feel terrified.

"Cang!" A ranger who was fighting on the front line rounded the scimitar in his hand and then chopped it down on the shoulder of the orc in front of him. This time, like before, the armor was flat and the blood was flowing like a fountain.

appearing again……

"Pfft!" The thick long knife was sent into the heart of the ranger by the orc's thick arm. Suddenly the ranger fell to the ground limply like a fish with cramps. There were countless similar people beside him.

things are happening...

"Retreat! Orc heavy infantry is coming up!" Finally, a ranger discovered something was wrong. Although the ranger's armor-breaking ability is not bad, these orcs wearing double-layer plate armor may only rely on their blade dance skills.

It is possible to separate them, but where is the opportunity on the complicated battlefield for the elf rangers to expand their space and release their skills?

"Lower your head!" Countless voices shouted.

Amidst the buzzing, countless "full moons" emitting silver light like horses flew past everyone's heads at an angle of forty-five degrees, and then fell into the camp of the orcs, accompanied by wailing and harsh friction sounds.

Those "full moons rotated and flew back again.

"Great! He's our swordsman!"

"Run Dance of the Moon Blade? It's perfect!"

Yes, it is the Singrui swordsmen who are praised by Roland as useless. Different from regular swordsmen, these swordsmen are equipped with elven moon blades that can throw whirling elves. These huge moon blades can easily cut while rotating.

Open the enemy's heavy armor.

The rotating moon blades, which are comparable to the charging lances and swinging flails, exude unconcealed terrifying power in the hands of the star elf swordsmen. Paired with their unique skills-Round Dance, these people try to use heavily armored soldiers to defeat the enemy.
Chapter completed!
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