The sharp arrows brought out a spurt of blood in the light of dawn. Waving their weapons, the orcs rushing out of the forest had not even let out their first roar. Their strong bodies were like punctured balloons.
He knelt down on the ground in an abrupt gesture.
The ferocious weapon crashed into the forest full of fallen leaves. His thick hands grasped his throat with difficulty, trying to block the wound that was gushing blood, and seemed to be trying to grab something to be pulled out of his body.
s things.
"boom"
In the end, the lifeless green-skinned orc knelt on the ground. Behind him, the orcs who became more and more furious at the death of their companions roared out. Lor'themar, holding the war bow, reached behind him with his backhand, but he grabbed
Empty, there is nothing in the quiver behind his back.
"boom"
A black figure jumped up from the forest and hit the ground in front of Lor'themar like a cannonball. In the small clearing of the forest, Red's black-hand eyes were filled with blood-red eyes, holding a red sword.
light.
He clenched the sword in his hand with both hands, stepped forward, and chopped it down hard, not giving Lor'themar any chance at all.
"boom"
The ranger held the battle bow in both hands and held it in front of him like a melee weapon, barely blocking the blow. When the faces of the two came close, Red's ferocious face was full of brutal killing intent.
.
"You are dead! Elf! Your companions are dead too!!"
"boom"
Lor'themar's body fell backward, and the moment his back hit the ground, he kicked out his legs and put them in Red's abdomen, kicking the vicious orc back two steps, but the next moment, the three weapons
It slashed at his body lying on the ground from three directions.
"Papa pa pa"
"boom"
As the weapons collided, the huge war bow could not withstand the pressure and exploded in Lor'themar's hands, but it also deflected the deadly weapon for him. Taking this opportunity, Lor'themar jumped up from the ground, holding both hands
Dancing on his belt, two red daggers appeared in his hands. He crossed the daggers in front of his eyes and stared at the orc in front of him without flinching. Half of his cheeks were already covered with blood. Obviously, Red's hateful blow just now
, not without results.
"Shua"
The red sword slashed down like a command sword, and the cold voice reached the ears of everyone present.
"kill him!"
"Is this... is this the end?"
Lor'themar looked at the tall orc rushing toward him. He clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand, and a trace of despair flashed in his heart.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I...I may...not be able to follow you anymore."
"Kill that elf! Get Zul'jin's head back!"
Red Blackhand's roar echoed in the forest, like a death spell, constantly strangling Lor'themar's limited time.
"boom"
The orc's powerful and heavy attack was dodged by the red ranger. The daggers in his hands pierced the chest of the bulky orc warrior one after another. When the wrist was turned, the rapidly beating heart was broken in two.
The next moment, Lor'themar's body and that of the orc warrior were struck by a heavy hammer from behind, and both of them rolled and fell to the ground.
Lor'themar's consciousness was almost blurred. The dagger in his hand flew out from the blow just now and fell to an unknown place. He turned over with difficulty on the ground, and what he saw was a rapidly smashing weapon.
The fallen ferocious war hammer.
"it's over..."
This was the last thought that ran through Lor'themar's mind, but just when the orc was about to smash the ranger in front of him into a meat pie with a sinister smile, a loud hawk's roar sounded in the darkness, causing the orc to pause.
One second, and the next moment, a dazzling silver lightning struck blankly from the sky.
"boom"
The orc who was committing the crime was like a bag filled with blood that had been smashed, spurting out blood and flying in the other direction.
Only then did Reid see clearly the true face of the thunderbolt... It was a silver one-handed war hammer, designed to look like a throwing axe, a war hammer specially used for throwing combat.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the position where the war hammer was flying. Above their heads, in the sky shrouded by the first ray of dawn, more than 20 beasts were flapping their wings, with the front half of their bodies being giant eagles and the back half of their bodies being lions.
Like prey, it rushes down like crazy.
And behind the beast, there are gryphon knights wearing leather armor with war patterns carved on their bodies and roaring like thunder. They are very short and have wild totem war patterns on their cheeks. In the coming dawn,
The flying griffon is riding on a leather saddle. Although it has been tamed, the ferocity of this beast has not been softened.
"Get out of Wildhammer territory! Green-skinned orcs! This is the wrath of the sky!"
"Swish, swish, swish"
In an instant, more than 10 to 10 identical silver flying hammers fell from the sky. Reid Black waved the war knife in his hand and knocked away the two war hammers that hit him. He looked back and saw the orc warriors following him.
They had all been knocked down by this terrifying flying hammer, while the damn elf fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead, without suffering the slightest attack.
"Damn dwarf!"
Blackhand cursed and rushed towards Lor'themar with the flying hammers flying in the sky. He wanted to kill this damn ranger and bring back Zuljin's head, but the moment he approached Lor'themar
, a figure like an iron barrel jumped down from the gryphon above his head. He waved a war hammer as big as his body in the air with both hands, let out a piercing war roar, and smashed towards Black Hand's head crazily.
"boom"
Blackhand's attack was interrupted by this blow. He took several steps back and looked at the dwarf who was firmly guarding the elf. He rushed forward again with his sword and cursed loudly:
"Where did you come from, this reckless dwarf? Get out of here!"
"boom"
The weapons collided together again. The power that Red was proud of had no upper hand in front of this dwarf knight with a beautiful golden beard. On the contrary, he was beaten back repeatedly by the short man's weird combat skills specializing in the lower three lanes.
.
"Roar!"
"I am Alfonso Thunder! I am the son of Wildhammer! Skywing!"
This lunatic dwarf was covered in a strong smell of alcohol and attacked like a complete berserker. When the fight got aroused, he simply jumped up from the ground, holding the huge war hammer in both hands, and struck fiercely towards
Red's head was smashed.
"I don't need wings! I can fly in the sky!!"
"boom"
This powerful and heavy blow completely cut off Red's idea of killing Lor'themar, because in the roar of this crazy dwarf, several dwarves also imitated his attack, flying from the low altitude of the griffin.
He jumped down and knocked the two orcs who were still resisting to the ground. If Red Blackhand, who was already alone, didn't leave, I'm afraid he wouldn't have a chance to leave.
"Ahhh!"
Unwilling to fail, Red roared and kicked away the gryphon knight Alfonso who was still trying to charge forward. He glanced viciously at Lor'themar who was protected by the dwarves. He took a deep breath and turned around.
He rushed into the forest behind him.
"Alfonso! What happened to you? Were you bitten by an orc? Hahahahaha"
The leader of the Griffin Knights and the warrior of the Wildhammer dwarves, Kurdran, swung a hammer and smashed the head of the last orc who fell to the ground amidst the cheers of his companions. He waved towards his good friend,
The latter, who was kicked away by Red, got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, rubbed his butt, and walked towards his companions cursing.
The Wildhammer dwarves are free-spirited and appear to be rougher and more outspoken than their kin who live in Khaz Modan.
While the dwarves who attacked recklessly were celebrating their victory, a curious dwarf reached out and took off the bag from Lor'themar's waist. He only took one look at it and screamed.
"Come and see! This effeminate elf hacked a troll to death and cut off his head!"
"Oh? Show me!"
Kurdran was a little surprised. He reached out and took the troll head handed over by his companion. He only took one look at it, and his two small eyes suddenly widened.
"No! Look at the talisman on this head! This is no ordinary troll... This is at least a troll high priest!"
His eyes fell on the dying elf again, and a touch of respect flashed in Kurdran's eyes:
"It seems that we have rescued a great man, treated him, and brought him back to Eagle's Nest Mountain. This time, I want to see how Falstad punishes us!"
The wild lifestyle of the Wildhammer dwarves determines that they do not have priests, but instead, in their clan, there is a faith that has been abandoned by most dwarves, the shaman.
An old shaman who followed the Griffin Knight took a big gulp of wine and walked to Lor'themar. He was about to call the Spirit of Flowing Water to heal the elf, but he saw Lor'themar open his eyes and grabbed his hand.
arm.
"Go...go save my...companion!"
"Tyrion... no, go save... Tyrion! Please, please..."
"Um?"
Kurdran heard Lor'themar's request, but before he could ask more questions, the seriously injured elf fainted again due to emotion.
The Wildhammer Griffin Knight scratched his head, turned to look at his brothers, and finally waved his fist:
"Alfonso, my bravest brother, follow me to other places. Listening to what this elf means, there seem to be other elves fighting here. We can't let those greenskins continue to be arrogant!"
"Others, send this head and this warrior elf back to Eagle's Nest Mountain. We will go back soon!"
At the same moment when the Griffin Knights took off again, Tyrion, who was trapped in a fatal battle, did not know that Lor'themar had already found reinforcements for him, and now he had no extra time to think about it.
He is fighting for survival...
People always think that birth is accompanied by loud noises, while death is silent. All things are born with roars, but end with weeping... But let me tell you a secret... In fact, the ending, the ending of all things
, especially the craziest death battle, is the most resonant epic!
