"Your Highness has a big fish!" Ormsk rode up to catch up.
"Sixth level?" Roland said in surprise.
"It should be a Nazgul! I can smell his disgusting rotten smell from a long distance away!" Ormsk shrugged.
"That's good, let's take them around in a circle. The rest is up to the star elves. We have done everything we can!" Roland said casually.
"Speed up! Don't let the orcs really get to you! Ormsk, take the knights and cut off the rear." Roland said to the soldiers beside him.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Ormsk hit his chest and slowed down, leading the knights to hang far behind them.
"Your Excellency Verve, please pay attention to what's going on around you. I don't think the Ringwraiths are that easy to deal with!" Roland said cautiously. After all, he, a third-level paladin, could hardly stand up to a sixth-level black knight.
It's just like paper, with no ability to protect itself at all.
"King Roland, I think you should recruit some assassins. Your investigative ability is very lacking!" Verve said with emotion. The cavalry and infantry under Roland's command are both good, but the investigative force is too weak. In the past, there was Luo Lan.
The Denron Ranger can serve as a scout. Ever since Lance left with the Lordaeron Ranger, the only ranger Roland has left is the El Nino Ranger. As for using the El Nino Ranger as a scout... Roland hasn't done that yet.
For such a rich man, group long-distance projectiles are the foundation of El Niño Ranger's career.
"Tsk!" Vervay frowned.
"What's wrong?" Roland had a bad feeling.
"Let's go!" Verve frowned and growled at Roland, then immediately jumped away.
"WC? Are you catching up?" Roland suddenly felt like he was torn apart, and he couldn't help but whip the riding crop a few more times.
"Protect His Highness!" The experienced royal guards pulled King Roland off the horse. If this man is still riding a horse, isn't he a target?
The guards stacked shields on top of each other to form a solid circular shield array. The experienced royal guards knew that in this case, a slow and steady advance was safer than a rapid advance. In order to maintain the shield array,
The Stable Guards had inserted their spears diagonally into the inside of their shields. They held the shields with both hands, their eyes full of warning. All the output of the entire team was handed over to the El Niño Rangers. At this moment, the El Niño Rangers also put away their weapons.
The long bow that was enough to kill the dragons was pulled out with the broad rune blade on his back and he stared at the surroundings cautiously.
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"Pull a prairie fire to chase!" Verle stomped his feet mightily and jumped into the air. He pulled out an arc-shaped flaming blade from the Manicati in his hand and slashed towards a dark jungle.
"Qiang!" Sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp elf holy sword Manikati was actually blocked from making any progress.
"The Nazgul!" Vervay narrowed his eyes.
"Elf King?" A black-armored knight riding a nightmare walked out of the dark jungle. He stood there but seemed not to be standing there. The whole person seemed a bit unreal.
"Soul Hook Scythe? Are you the Breath of Death! The Third Ring Spirit Senar?" Verve couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the swinging Hook Scythe and the other big swords behind him.
"Huh? I have some knowledge! You participated in the last alliance battle, right? I don't know if you had a fight with me back then." Senal elegantly arranged the chain of the hook, and there was a hint of amusement in his deep eyes.
.The coalition forces won and failed in that battle! They did not completely eradicate Sauron's power, so he can still make a comeback, and all nine Nazgul successfully escaped.
"Are you worthy of a half-dead thing?" Verve said sarcastically.
"Huh? Are you a wild elf? No wonder, few of you can fight." Senal was suddenly startled and then laughed heartily. Only then did he notice the totem of the prairie elf on Verve's armor, because the prairie
Elves wander around Middle-earth, so many orcs like to call them wild elves.
"Seeking death!" Verve's eyes were filled with anger, and the holy sword in his hand fell down with sword light.
"Huh? Are you angry? Not bad, you got the Holy Sword of Elf Fire? You should be the only Elf King among the wild elves, right? Logically speaking, the wild elves should not be able to become the Elf King. Wild elves are wandering around.
How did I support you? You must be the last one, right? In other words, killing you wild elf is equivalent to annihilating the clan!" Senar said pretending to be surprised.
"Hunting Moon!" Vervail, who was extremely angry and laughed, raised his hand and threw a fiery red crescent moon out.
"Scoff!" The high-speed hunting moon flew toward Senar at lightning speed. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, the hunting moon still scratched his left shoulder armor... a few strands
Black air surges in the air.
"You're careless! Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, just go in peace! I will make you into an undead soldier!" Senar said seriously after putting away his laziness.
"Realm of Death!" Senar opened his left hand, and instantly a gray-black air flow spread along his body - that was his evil attribute of fighting energy! Wherever Senal's fighting energy passed by, the vegetation withered instantly.
Even the earth was cracked, and the area with a radius of 100 meters from Senar as the center was barren of grass and lifeless.
"Damn it!" Verve jumped away from that disturbing realm after a few jumps. The hunting moon he released had long been exhausted by the erosion of the realm of death.
"How's it going? Are you surprised? Are you at a loss what to do? Drain life force! Hahaha! They are simply born to kill you elves!" Senar let out a harsh scream, depriving the elves of life force.
With the second method, it can be said that Senar suppressed the elves who are the darlings of nature.
"Can't beat..." Verve was extremely sad and angry. You must know that the skills of elves basically include the use of life energy. The field of Senar has directly abolished the skills with life energy. If you want to fight him,
Either he has to endure the melee combat in the field that consumes his vitality. In this case, except for a few special professions, it is almost always life or death. Or he can be attacked by long-range magic or armor-piercing arrows, but Senal's flexible mobility makes people very happy.
It is difficult to hit him directly, unless it is a large-scale strategic magic or forbidden spell.
"What's wrong? Don't fight? If you don't fight, I will attack!" Senal smiled ferociously and waved the famous Soul Scythe in his hand. The ability of this legendary weapon is to cut the soul! In other words, he was
If hit, the body and soul will be damaged, and he will also absorb the souls he has wiped out, releasing screams to disrupt and shock the enemy during the battle.
"Soul Harvest!" Senar threw out the hook in his hand. The hook disappeared in the air the moment he took it off. But at this moment, Verve's heart was ringing with alarm bells. He didn't care about his image as a lazy ass.
He rolled and dodged the hook that passed by him, but was still cut into several small holes by the sharp edge of the war energy flame.
"Swinging in the wind!" Verve stepped on the wind blade and quickly flew up into the sky to escape. He really couldn't fight anymore. Senar restrained himself too much and there was no good way to cause harm to him.