The sound of the blood blade came, and many werewolves gained some backbone, and immediately put up their own shields. The quality of those shields was also average, but they were enough to deal with most elves' arrows.
After the initial chaos, a werewolf finally crossed the river and rushed up the grassy slope on this side.
On the grassy slope, green brilliance flashed, and then the green grass that looked very delicate just now immediately grew like a snake stretching its body, entangling everything they could, whether it was the werewolf's feet or the legs of a werewolf.
The wolf rider's tail... still continues to grow, like big green snakes wrapping around them tightly, getting tighter and tighter.
Countless green pieces flew out of the forest, cutting like knives to the faces, arms, bodies, throats of the orcs...everywhere they could be cut.
…
This is the power of astrology released by several elven elders.
This kind of power is not unpowerful, but there are really too many enemies, as many as the youth on the grassy slope and the leaves on the giant tree. After killing one group, another group comes.
The number of arrows gradually decreased, and the star power gradually depleted, but the opponent became more and more brave as he fought, and finally... some cavalry rushed into the jungle.
The elves' unilateral attack evolved into a close-quarters hunt. In such a hunt, they naturally lost their advantage. Except for a few elves with relatively good martial arts skills, more elves were in a critical situation. There is no other reason.
There are too many opponents.
If it was just one-on-one, they would definitely not lose, but five or six werewolves surrounded one of them, and the mounts under them were biting each other unceremoniously with their mouths open. In such a situation, the elves would inevitably suffer casualties.
Luo Tianyi waved his hand to help the elf elders fight off the charging werewolf leader, and shouted loudly.
"retreat!"
The elves immediately jumped out of the battle circle and fled to the jungle, but they did not dare to run too fast. They just retreated and shot arrows to induce the enemy to continue attacking.
Soon, the battle ahead quickly reached the ears of the people in the Chinese army's carriage.
"The elves are blocking the werewolf army in the jungle beside the river."
"The werewolf horse has successfully broken through the opponent's defense line and is attacking along the river."
"How many people are there?"
"About five or six hundred."
"Send the order and separate two thousand werewolves to pursue. The others will continue to move forward."
"yes!"
Soon, the order was passed to the front.
A werewolf army pursued the escaping elves, while the remaining troops crossed the river valley, which was stained red with blood and where werewolf corpses were lying, and headed straight towards the elf village in front.
In the forest.
"What sound?!"
An elf pricked up his ears and listened, then climbed up the big tree beside him neatly and looked into the distance.
God, what did he see?
What are those dark cloud-like things?
The elf's face turned pale, and a chill ran down his back.
"Oh no, the orc army is approaching the village, hurry up..." He picked a leaf from a nearby tree with trembling fingers, brought it to his mouth, and blew it hard.
Every elf is a born performer. They can play beautiful notes with any leaf, and this elf is no exception.
However, the leaf between his lips at this moment was blowing the most rapid rhythm.
That kind of sound is definitely not beautiful, not even pleasant. Such a rapid rhythm will make everyone who hears it can't help but tighten their hearts. The elves understand the meaning of music, and such a tune means——