"Assault!" Lance rushed out with the spear in his hand. The special training derived from the rapid infantry gave him unparalleled explosive power. After Roland gave the order, two rapid phalanxes suddenly shot out.
The ferocious momentum even stunned the people behind him.
"Fire arrows!" Eovia, Thranduil and Verwy ordered at the same time. The elves lined up in four rows drew arrows and bent their bows. They stretched out their arms and loosened their hands, and suddenly the screams of arrows resounded.
Sky!
"Follow me the Knights of Holy Glory and the heavy cavalry! Battanian shooters are free to run!" Renault calmly glanced at the battlefield and left from the flank with two hundred heavy cavalry. Attacking around the back has always been Renault's habit.
tactics.
"Raise your shield!" Bolger's face turned green as he looked at the elven armor-piercing arrows falling from the sky like meteors.
"Duh dusk~" came a sound like rain hitting plantains, mixed with the grunts and wails of orcs. The sharp armor-piercing arrows were tearing apart the flesh under the rain of arrows crazily under the action of gravity.
All in all, the orcs' leather shields and wooden shields were as fragile as paper. Only the orcs holding iron shields could withstand some fatal arrows.
"Fire the arrows!" the three Elf Kings ordered at the same time. The elves who received the order loosened their bow strings one after another, and the arrow rain came again!
"Roar!" The angry half-orc helplessly raised the corpse on the ground to serve as a shield. Not to mention that the half-orc corpse was really stronger in defense than the shield. The tissue of the corpse successfully reduced the speed of the armor-piercing arrow. When
The arrow could barely penetrate the corpse and was basically unable to kill the orc underneath the corpse.
"Bah! You are just a bunch of bastards!" Roland spat out as he looked at the orcs holding up the corpses of their comrades in defense. He just wanted to kill all these inhuman orcs.
"The whole army obeys the order! Run and shoot! Multiple arrows!" Roland raised his dragon-slaying sword.
The Battanian archers who followed closely bent their bows and set arrows. With the fighting spirit condensed on the mithril purple-shirted bow, a fighting spirit arrow was formed, and a faint stream of fighting spirit flowed on the arrow.
"Brush!" The multiple arrows thrown by the Battanian archers rotated in the air and turned into three arrows. The fighting spirit gave the arrows extremely destructive power, but weakened their penetrating power.
The corpses or shields held by the orcs were blown to pieces by the violent fighting spirit. The orcs suffered heavy casualties for a while.
"Arrow of the North Wind!" Eovia immediately changed her strategy. The armor-piercing arrows now did very little damage to the orcs. The orcs holding up a large number of corpses and resisting objects were no longer something that ordinary armor-piercing arrows could penetrate.
The arrows surrounded by the wind element rotated away from the bow string, and the powerful tearing and penetrating ability of the wind element easily penetrated the human shield in the hand of the orc.
"Heavy Arrow Strike!" Thranduil waved his hand and ordered. The woodland elves also launched their skills to attack the orc army. The arrows that were thrown into the sky were given ten times the gravity by the skills. The arrows that whizzed down carried terror.
The penetrating power poured into the orc army formation...
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"Hello, King Thorin, hello King Bard. Oh! Thank God you are all okay!" Kaslow rode the dragon and took the lead to the city wall of Irube, looking at the black and red city wall burned by all kinds of blood,
Kasluo was obviously relieved after seeing the two kings. He came to Irube because Roland sent him.
In order to protect all the forces from being destroyed and thus get the five priests who were rewarded by the system, Roland took great pains. After all, once the king died in battle, the system would determine that the forces were destroyed.
"Huh? Where is Dyne, the king of Iron Hills?" Kaslow's expression changed and he found that there was no figure of the dwarf king Dyne in the crowd.
"My cousin was seriously injured because he blocked the fifth-level orc warrior general. He is currently recuperating in the city." Thorin explained.
"Huh~" Kaslo let out a long breath and immediately relaxed and said: "The coalition forces have arrived, we need the help of the dwarf army and the River Valley State army!"
"We have a duty to do so!" Thorin and Bard said firmly.
"Bahrain! Dwalin! Assemble the team!"
"Kili! Fili! You take the wounded and stay in Irubor!" Thorin immediately assigned the task.
"Bard! Can you still chop off the head of an orc?" Thorin winked at Bard.
"Of course! I'm happy to help!" Bard drew out his sword and made a sword flower.
"Then, kings, I wish you all the best!" Kaslo raised his chest and saluted, then rode a flying dragon and rushed towards the orc army.
"Bang!" The giant golden bell once again ravaged the city wall that Erub had just repaired, and the splashed gravel fell into the moat outside the city to fill it up... (Moat: Are you polite? This is the second time.
!)
"Kill!" The dwarves wielding warhammers and axes and the humans holding long swords and spears poured out from the gap in the Erub city wall in a dark mass, rushing straight down the mountain towards the orc camp at the bottom of the mountain.
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"These damn dwarves have finally come down the mountain! They just crawl around in the cave like poor mice!" the northern orc lord said with disdain as he looked at the dust flying on the mountain.
"They fought back!" Bolger had a solemn look in his eyes. Although their father and son are arrogant, bloodthirsty, and cruel! But it does not mean that they are cerebral palsy! Even if they have the upper hand now and are attacked from both sides, they will not be able to survive.
The crazy counterattack of the dwarves is still fresh in the memory of all races that have fought with the dwarves!
"Then what should we do! These damn elf shooters are so annoying! Why don't we return to the camp!" said the Orc Lord.
"..." Bolger glanced deeply at the big lord in front of him and suddenly felt so tired. Would he shrink back to the camp and serve as a target for the elves? As everyone knows, it's easy to get in, but hard to get out!
"Roar! Counterattack! Tear the elves and humans in front of you to pieces! Everyone goes out to fight the elves! Just kill them all! The north is ours!" Bolger roared.
"Aren't we going to take care of the dwarves?" the half-orc lord wondered. Although there were less than 2,000 dwarves and human coalition forces in Erub City to fight back, the damage caused by abandoning the rear camp and being directly inserted by the dwarves was also very terrifying.
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"Destroy those elves who are like flies, and the dwarves and humans will have nothing to fear!" Bolger licked his lips, and a bloodthirsty and cruel light burst out in his eyes.
"Kill! Kill them all! The era of Orcs is coming! We will eventually rule the north! We will eventually rule Middle-earth! All the forces that resist will turn into dust under our front!" Bolger raised his arms and shouted loudly.
Said, the orcs inspired by its words immediately rushed towards the coalition forces who were also rushing towards them, as if they had been beaten to death!
"What are the orcs knocking? Are you on top?" Roland frowned, looking at the fanatical orcs feeling their high morale, and suddenly felt something bad.
"Kill!" The rushing infantry took the lead in colliding with the orc vanguard!