"Drive!" Eovia drew out her two swords and waved them wildly. The terrifying fighting spirit from the sixth-level stalkers bloomed on the sharp scimitars. The elf army, which was already highly motivated, became more and more courageous under the leadership of the king. They succeeded.
Suppressed the enemy into the city.
Street fighting begins...
"Bang! Roar!" A hidden troll broke through a stone wall and rushed out. The thick wooden club in his hand directly smashed the two swordsmen who came forward.
"Chichichi!" In an instant, dozens of sharp arrows hit his head and face. In an instant, the ferocious troll was shot into a blood gourd, pouring out its own black blood like a shower.
"Kill!" The whirling moon blade directly chopped off a row of heads, and the orc's ferocious head instantly rolled to the ground.
"Pay attention to your surroundings! Enemies are everywhere!" Iovia shouted. The elven cities extending in all directions gave the orcs a good place to hide. They jumped out from the shadow places crazily to kill the star elves.
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"The orcs resist tenaciously! But this is our city! They are retreating steadily, and the people use your weapons to drive away the enemies! Retake our city!" Eovia said passionately.
"Kill!" The bloody star elves rushed into the lost ancient city crazily.
"Ouch!" The orcs were retreating steadily, and their crude equipment could not effectively deal with the carefully crafted weapons of the star elves.
"Press up!" Eovia was extremely excited. Today this ancient city will return to the hands of the elves, and the nails buried in the north by the dark camp will be pulled out by herself!
Dol Guldur was extremely noisy at this night, with roars, cries, and killing cries mixed together, and black and red blood mixed together and flowing slowly along the dry canals in the city...
"Your Highness, our casualties are quite high!" Peter Gro frowned, even the casualties of just over a hundred people already made him feel distressed.
"Huh?" The extremely excited Eovia immediately woke up. He looked around at the elf soldiers who were already strangled with the orcs, and his mind suddenly felt cold.
"Don't fight with them in close combat! Use bows and arrows to shoot at close range!" Eovia said quickly. No matter how close combat with these thick-skinned orcs is, the elves will be at a disadvantage. The elves' longbows can not only
It is also very sharp in distance attack and melee combat.
After receiving the order, the star elves distanced themselves from the orcs one after another. Except for the ranger who opened the way at the front, everyone else bent their bows and nocked arrows. The long bows were pulled into a half-moon shape and they almost shot against the face of the orcs. Although there was no
It was like a full moon, but the close distance made up for this flaw. One by one, the orcs raised their weapons and howled at the elven soldiers, while the elves nailed them to the ground more than ten meters away. The facts proved that it was
The organized elven archers can push forward against the enemy, and anyone who dares to approach them will be shot into a sieve! Orcs who are lucky enough to use their shields to resist the bows and arrows will face rangers holding elven scimitars. The blades dance and corpses appear.
It was scattered with pieces of internal organs.
"Don't scatter! Let's clear this place one by one!" Eovia jumped off the unicorn. At this time, the unicorn stood in the square at the entrance to Dol Guldur and used its various buffing skills wantonly.
"Find the way to the Royal Hall!" Iovia ordered loudly while looking at the chaotic battlefield. Almost all the Royal Halls of elven cities are at the center of the city. Occupying them can effectively block the connections between various areas.
, you can gradually encroach on the entire city.
After a while, someone found the way to the Royal Hall on the weathered stone pillars. Eovia quickly led the team there, leaving groups of elven soldiers along the way to separate the entire battlefield.
"We're here!" an elf soldier said with joy. In front of him was the former royal hall of Amon Lance. Although it had been occupied by orcs for a long time, the rich elf style could still be seen in the entire magnificent building.
"We are back!" Eovia locked eyes with murderous eyes on the orc army gathered in front of the steps of the royal hall.
"Kill!" The silver war energy flames were violently activated, and a sword light dozens of meters long silently advanced towards the orcs.
"Space blade!" A high-level half-orc roared in horror. The space system... has the most destructive attribute!
"Chichichi!" The silver space blade passed through the orc's body. The place where it was hit seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole, and the cut was smooth...
Eovia shook the sword in his hand and tapped his toes, leaping into the air, and the next second his father's relic, the longbow Rodnan, appeared in his hand.
"Ah!" The vitality poured into it like a spring. Although it was huge, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the long life of the Elf King. Eovia let go of the string-controlling hand while roaring...
"Buzz~" In the bright light, the orcs fell to the ground one after another. Although there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, their vitality and souls had been dissipated under the arrow.
"Stars twinkling!" Eovia's ears twitched and her body curled up in the air. Eovia appeared a hundred meters away in the starlight, and the next second a thick crossbow arrow passed by the place where he had just stayed.
"Damn it! Space Ranger!" A half-orc leader gritted his teeth and said. Rangers are very difficult to deal with. They can shoot at long range and cut at short range, and are flexible. Space systems are even more difficult to deal with. They are erratic, disappear and appear, and the damage is astonishing. Space Rangers...
...The orcs said they were tired and wanted to restart the game. There was no way to play anymore!
Yes, Eovia, the Lord of the Stars, is the ranger of the space system. The essence of the stars is space! The place where stars shine, the ranger looms in it!
"Is it useful?" Iovia looked at the fourth-level half-orc in front of him with a fierce smile. When the sword in his hand was about to collide with it, Eovia's whole person instantly became illusive, and the scimitar in his hand also passed directly through it.
The orc's weapon was thrust into his neck.
"Vulnerable!" Eovia's body twisted and disappeared from the place, leaving only a rolling head and a headless body.
"Advance! Destroy them!" Eovia appeared in front of her army and shouted.
"Boom!" The huge stone door screamed and fell in a violent shaking. Countless elves stepped over the fallen stone door and successfully entered the royal palace.
"Kill!" Eovia rushed in first. The orcs who were still resisting at the door were easily killed by him. The elves were about to win!
"Peter! Take someone to clean up the mess that's still resisting!" Eovia walked towards the hall without looking back.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Peter Gero bowed, stepped over the corpse at his feet, and left with a group of elf rangers.
"I'm back... It's a pity that this is not our home..." Eovia walked towards the throne in the hall.
"What a perfect work of art, what a pity..." Eovia stroked the broken throne and felt infinite sadness in her heart. The once prosperous elves could only retreat to a few secret places to recuperate.
"Alas!" Eovia raised her head and prepared to leave.
"Huh?" Eovia's eyes suddenly widened.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Eovia's mouth! A silver-black sword sank into Eovia's abdomen from behind!
Khamul's figure slowly appeared behind Eovia.
"Get out!" Eovia forcefully broke free from the long sword that was embedded in her body, then raised her scimitar and slashed with her backhand. When Khamul raised his sword to block, Eovia's figure disappeared from the place in a flash, leaving only a figure behind.
Blood flying on the ground!
"Sixth level black knight!"
"black Knight!"
"His Royal Highness was attacked!"
The elven soldiers retreated from the royal hall one after another. Khamur held the sword and dragged the flail. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword. It was the king's blood...