"Roar!" The rounded war hammer hit Manikati directly. Feeling the huge force coming from his hand, Verve used the force to roll around in the air and then landed on the ground again.

"Damn Elf!" O'Neville looked at the deep slash mark on the war hammer. The cut steel around it even melted, and the magic pattern on the side that was struck was directly scrapped.

"Mixed-blood bastard!" Vervay looked at O'Neville's face. His pointed ears and different appearance all showed that he had elven blood.

"I will tear your thin arms and legs apart!"

"You dirty bastard, you have really insulted the blood of our elves!" Vervay looked unkind.

Almost every elf king is a top level 6 professional, but the leader of the prairie elf tribe is obviously not an elf king. Although he has the possibility of becoming an elf king, because he does not have the nourishment of the magic well and the faith of the people, now Ver

Weicai is a fourth-level senior ranger.

Facing the fifth-level warrior Onaville, Verway did not have an advantage, and even suffered a lot!

"Stop the Knights! I want to annihilate all these human infantry!" Seeing Roland's handsome knight charge again, Onaville obviously had no reason to let the Knights successfully divide the battlefield, and just shot those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them.

Onaville understood that the current Knights were at the end of their strength. Looking at the uncertain battle energy that enveloped them, he could see that as long as this infantry was eaten, the Knights and the Dragon Knights would become harmless existences.

Using these ordinary orcs in exchange for the wealth and elite soldiers promised by Sauron is obviously a very profitable business.

"It seems that you are the only defenders here? It will be just around the corner to deal with your lone mountain." The Orc King of the Wasteland laughed cruelly.

"The people of the grassland will not surrender! The glory of the elves still shines on us!" Verve said unceremoniously.

"Long live Raglan!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the King!"

"For home!"

The numerous Lagrand soldiers shouted! The glory and glory of the empire still flow in their blood, and they will be indestructible with one heart and one mind!

"King! Listen!" Renault, who fiercely pulled out the long sword from the orc's neck, suddenly looked pleased.

"We have never lost our glory! Renault!" Roland also heard the shouts from the soldiers at the bottom.

"Knights! For Raglan!" Roland roared.

"Kill! Long live Raglan!"

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"Chase and kill!" Vervail's fighting spirit flashed, and he appeared beside Onavel in an instant, and the Manicati in his hand swept across it instantly.

"Cang!" Ounaville reacted quickly and quickly raised the warhammer in his hand.

"Roar!" The dark red warhammer hit the ground heavily, and a shock wave shook around the warhammer.

Vervay tiptoed and instantly jumped into the sky to avoid the shock wave.

"You can't defeat me!" O'Neville swung his round war hammer and hit the Manicati in Verve's hand.

"Death!" Verve roared, and a torrent of war energy visible to the naked eye was poured into the war hammer, and then roared towards Verve.

"Boom!" Manicati was directly pressed into an incredible angle, and Verve was also shaken out.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Verve, he was injured!

"You! Just a homeless wretch! You are just a miserable vagabond! You are abandoned elves! Hahaha!" O'Neville mocked with a laugh.

"Pfft~" Vervail, holding the sword in one hand and supporting the ground with the other, fell to one knee on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Verve's consciousness gradually blurred, and he vaguely saw his deceased parents, the deceased tribesmen, and the dilapidated home... Yes! The prairie elves are abandoned elves... We have no home...

"I'm tired! Father!" In Verve's eyes, his father was walking towards him step by step.

"I tried my best! King Roland..." Verwei could no longer support his heavy body, and the heavy internal injuries caused him to fall into a coma.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! What else can you do now?" O'Neville licked the dark red blood stains on the war hammer and said ferociously.

"Huh~dong!" A dragoon lance fell from the sky and instantly hit Onaville in front of him who had just stopped.

"Sin! Execution!" Kaslo, holding the mithril sword in his hand, jumped off the dragon's back. Just now, Kaslo, who was killing orcs everywhere, discovered that O'Neville had broken the shield formation and Verve had fallen.

Seeing the scene on the ground, he hurried over to support him. Kaldor roared and then fiercely sprayed out a dragon's breath carrying a torrent of wind elements towards Onavir.

Onavir dodged the fatal blow after rolling several times, but the orc behind him did not have such good luck. A bloody path dozens of meters long extended out in front of Kaldor.

"Dragon Knight!" O'Neville gritted his teeth.

"May the Dragon God forgive you!" Kasluo said coldly after waving the dragon into the air. Flying dragons are no better than giant dragons. Even with dragon armor, they may be killed by hidden arrows, so the dragon's battlefield will always be in the sky! On the ground

There are too many dangers.

"A little knight is trying to stop me?" Onaville felt insulted!

"I'm never alone!" Kaslo said angrily as he glanced at the knights who were still charging desperately and then at the light infantry behind them who had suffered heavy casualties.

"Let the dragon's anger devour you!" The sword carrying the dragon's war energy flames stabbed straight at him. O'Neville didn't dare to take it hard. The power derived from the dragon directly suppressed the blood of the half-orc. This was

The pressure of blood!

"Roar!" The war hammer hit the Mithril Sword, causing the sword to deflect suddenly. The huge force even deflected Kaslow's lower body, causing his body to pour in the opposite direction of the force.

"Ouch!" O'Neville, who was unyielding, continued to wave the warhammer in his hand and fired his bow from left to right, hitting Kaslo back again and again.

"You have so much power but can't use it, you're such a pathetic person!" Onavel said wantonly as he watched Kaslo, who had powerful dragon fighting energy, being beaten back repeatedly by him.

"The secret skill of the Dragon Knight: Gale Knight Cut!" Kaslo finally found the opportunity and activated the secret skill inherited by the Dragon Knight!

As Kaslo's wrist shook at high speed, blue wind blades were condensed in the void. They flew around the sword body. As there were more and more wind blades, they slowly turned into a wind blade wrapped around Kaslo.

Four-legged flying dragons flying around.

"Ang!" The wind blade flying dragon followed the guidance of Caslo's long sword and flew towards Onavir. The violent friction between the high-speed dancing wind element flying dragon and the air actually produced a dragon roar.

O'Neville narrowed his eyes, grabbed the orc beside him and threw it towards the wind dragon. The violent wind element fluctuations directly tore it in mid-air. O'Neville saw that the situation was not going well and plunged into the crowd...

The next second! The wind element flying dragon fell, and its flesh and blood were instantly covered in a large number of flying wind elements within a radius of ten meters.

"Die!" Onavel, who was hiding in the crowd, threw a battle ax while Kaslo's old strength was gone and new strength was still not regenerated.

"Boom!" Kaslo, who barely resisted, was thrown away by the huge force.

"Roar!" roared O'Neville and jumped down with his war hammer high.

"Cang!" The sound of gold and iron clashing came as a long sword burning with blazing fire held up the war hammer that was about to fall on Kaslo's head.
Chapter completed!