"Stabilize the formation! The elves are here to help us!" Lance noticed the army of elves coming from behind and quickly spoke to boost morale. Although the well-trained rapid infantry can still maintain high morale in desperate situations, they are full of hope.
Incentives can make them a little fanatical.
"Kill!" The swift infantry waved their weapons crazily, and the tower shields were playing tricks in their hands like bricks, smashing or bumping into them! The shield was blurred with flesh and blood, and most of the swift infantry in the front were playing tricks.
They lost their horse guns. In the high-intensity fighting just now, countless horse guns were broken. Now they are struggling to wave their durable maces in search of the orc's head, accompanied by a sound like a cracking melon, every moment.
Some orcs were surrounded, killed, and quartered by the fanatical swift infantry...
"kill!"
"Ding dong!"
"boom!"
On the noisy battlefield, the neatly arranged rapids of infantry were like an endless stream of water, hitting the orc army again and again.
"After this battle, the Swift Infantrymen will probably be disabled..." Roland sighed regretfully, feeling sad for the loss of every living person under his command...the blue-armored men lying on the ground.
The corpse deeply hurt Roland's heart!
Close, close, the Knights of Holy Glory were less than a kilometer away from the orc army. The sound of heavy horse hooves could be heard faintly. The ground was shaking, and countless orcs looked around in panic.
"For the glory of the knight! In the name of King Lagrand! Charge!" Roland raised the lance in his hand.
Rays of light flashed across the bodies of the knights, glory, mercy... A series of status skills were added to themselves by the knights, and the knights launched charging skills with boundless anger!
A Lagrand knight riding a three-layer armored Charles war horse leaned down on the war horse. The Lagrand knight's plate armor made of fine steel shone dazzlingly in the snow light, and his left hand was stretched straight
The knight's large shield is entwined with fighting spirit, which brings a sufficient sense of security! The lance held high in the right hand flashes with cold light, and a meter-long lance shines from the lance with a hexagonal threaded tip, accompanied by the galloping horse's hooves.
, the war flames on the tip of the spear wantonly tore at the passing cold wind. The dragon-emblem cloaks behind the knights rustled, and the bloody cloaks seemed to herald the coming of death...
"Knights..." The orcs screamed in horror like a frightened woman. The sound could shatter armor.
"Boom~" The iron hooves easily overwhelmed the orcs who were trying to resist. How could the orcs, who hurriedly gathered into a thin formation under the command of each orc commander, stop the charge of the formed knights?
Not every unit is called a rushing infantry!
Roland casually threw away the two corpses hanging from the gun. The still warm corpses quickly cooled down. Roland raised his head and looked around as if looking for something.
"Knights of Holy Glory, listen to the order! Deflect to the left! Target the pale Orc! Kill!" Roland's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw the pale Orc king riding on a white wolf in the distance still trying to stop the coalition forces from resisting!
"It's up to you to make up for this loss!" Roland said viciously.
As long as Azog is killed and the 100 heavy cavalry are obtained, this operation will not be considered a loss, because if the heavy cavalry is properly cultivated, it should be able to add more than ten knights to Roland. This is good for Roland who currently has no regular source of knight training.
With fatal attraction, the number of Knights of Holy Glory is too embarrassing. It can barely meet the minimum standard of the number of knights. Once more than two knights unfortunately die... Roland's biggest trump card, the Knights of Holy Glory, will be directly eliminated.
It is useless, so Roland now urgently needs to increase the number of his knights.
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"Catch them! Bite them! Don't let them form another formation!" Eovia shouted.
"Boom!" A shower of arrows attracted Eovia's attention. Eovia, who had a keen sense, clearly discovered that it was shot by the elves' bows and arrows. At this time, the star elves' army had no strength to fire again.
With their bows drawn, just look at the bloody fingers of the rangers and archers and you will know to what extent they have exhausted their physical strength.
Maintaining contact with the orcs was the best they could do. Countless elf rangers and elf archers waved their trembling arms, and exquisite daggers and scimitars flew up and down, taking away the lives of the orcs one after another.
…
Only then did Eovia realize that the shooting elf was actually a prairie elf led by Verve. A nimble prairie elf ranger who kept firing his bow while running and jumping, one after another was about to be attacked by the orcs who were about to die.
The elves and humans were saved.
"Elf King? Where are you from?" Eovia felt the familiar origin of Verve. The pressure from the sixth-level stalker made Eovia mistakenly believe that Verve was from another elf kingdom.
Elf King. (Although elves have long lifespans, there are few top-level experts in the clan, but the combat power of mid-level professionals is extremely huge. Usually in an elf kingdom, there are only kings, priests and a few elders who are at the sixth level. This number is slightly lower.
Compared to dwarves, far less than humans.)
"Hello, Your Excellency, Star Elf King, I am a prairie elf, not a king. The crown of thorns on my head is just for decoration." Verway knew that Eovia had misunderstood him, and looked at the man who also wore the crown of thorns.
Eovia, Verve smiled and explained.
"Uh... Prairie Elf? Sorry!" Eovia apologized immediately after realizing that she had made a mistake. No one knows the past of the Prairie Elf better than him. Some of these remnants of the Kingdom of Gondolin chose to wander in the wasteland after the kingdom was destroyed.
Since then, I have lost the protection of the magic well...
"It's okay, we've long been used to it." Verve said calmly, and smoothly chopped down an orc who was passing by in a panic.
"Why are you here?" Eovia asked curiously. The prairie elves' instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil is simply famous among the elves. Otherwise, these elves with a serious loss of power would have perished in history. Then
We can now live a relatively nourishing life with tribes scattered in the wilderness.
"You just happened to hold me here." Verve explained as he was cutting people, and sighed, avoiding the spinning ax flying towards him.
"I'm sorry..." Eovia instantly understood what was going on. The sentimental family wandered here just in time for the war and was forced to stay here.
"You can choose to leave before this battle..." Iovia said.
"I promised King Roland that I would participate in this war, and he would help us build a country where prairie elves live." There was a look of expectation in Verve's eyes.
Eovia couldn't help but feel sad. Does the great and noble branch of the elves now need human help to even found a country? The bitterness instantly entangled Eovia. He clearly felt that the era of human dominance in Middle-earth was coming...
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"Azog! Die!" Roland roared and led the Holy Glory Knights towards Azog. He had already discarded the lance in his hand, and the sharp dragon-slaying sword was surging with war energy like a dragon entwining itself.
"In the name of King Raglan! Strike!" Roland roared and dropped the held-up Dragon-Slaying Sword.