The old city lord clenched his fists angrily. He was filled with righteous indignation at the tragic death of the surrounding clansmen after being covered in arrows, and he couldn't help himself.
It's just that the old elf is just an ordinary elf. He doesn't have much ability to fight, and he is not an old magician. After civilization develops to a certain level, the law of the jungle where the strong is respected will be hidden or distorted.
As the city lord of a major city, the old man relied on his inherited title and political skills.
Rather than force or powerful magical attainments.
Nuo Yan also frowned directly, because judging from the speed at which the surrounding elves fell, the number of archers ambushing around would definitely not be less than two thousand. "Shrink the defense! Prevent the enemy from shooting flatly!"
The sound of drums came from all around, like a downpour hitting the iron surface of the courtyard. The arrows fired from the strong bow even penetrated the thick iron sheet of the iron shield, causing several orc warriors to scream several times.
Groaning in pain, he was immediately replaced by the warrior behind him. The orcs formed a defense like an iron barrel, and their majestic bodies had enough strength to maintain the integrity of this defense.
The thousands of elves around didn't last even half a minute!
These elves were stunned by the sudden appearance of troops of the same race around them, and they all fell to the ground amid three waves of arrows. Those who reacted quickly and survived by lying down immediately, but most of them died directly.
The blood gathered on the ground and formed a river, which also gave the forest some bright red vitality, and put great pressure on the thousands of orc warriors.
Black shadows appeared in the forest. It seemed that there were more than a few thousand people. These slender elves opened an attack circle dozens of meters away from the formation of thousands of people. Then they stopped advancing and
The orcs inside were surrounded. It seemed that they were in no hurry to destroy these warriors.
There is no escape from the situation.
Nuo Yan put his hand into his arms, but he glanced at the orcs around him. But he couldn't bear it and took his hand back. The old city master Feilin on the side saw his actions and said in a deep voice: "
If your Highness can leave, please leave as soon as possible. This is the situation today. These elves do not want to bear the crime of killing their own people indiscriminately, so they will drive us out and kill us all!"
"There is no prince in the God of War Alliance who can escape without a fight. We are not without the strength to fight!"
The subtle but tenacious sound of the flute next to my ears suddenly became louder, and the surrounding archers raised their bows and shot arrows. A black wave surged toward the central reef.
The violent sound of breaking through the air made people tinnitus and dizzy. Nuo Yan's heart trembled. He swooped to the side and knocked the old elf Feilin to the ground. However, the few guards behind them who were still riding on horseback were directly hit by hundreds of sticks.
Arrows shot into hedgehogs.
The old city master Feilin trembled. He didn't know whether he was angry or because he was frightened just now. "Thank you, Your Highness, for the rescue."
Nuo Yan didn't have time to answer. He jumped up from the ground and watched the arrows hitting the shields in the hands of the surrounding soldiers. These shields could only protect against most of the arrows, and some arrows were slightly higher.
It went a little further, directly crossing the first line of defense or passing through the gaps in the peripheral defense. It caused the loss of more than a hundred soldiers.
The terrifying army of elven archers, with amazing accuracy and arm strength, is even more terrifying because there are not just one or two of these marksmen, but a whole team! No wonder. The elves once were able to rule hundreds of tribes; no wonder, all the players who play marksmen know how to do it.
Choose the elf race, the talent of this race is really terrible.
There are too many archers around. And the number of orc soldiers is only a thousand. If there are a few more waves, the entire defense line will be shattered. If you can't make a decision at this time, the glimmer of hope will disappear!
"The whole army charges forward to the left! Raise your shields to defend!"
Nuo Yan's order was simple but effective. Thousands of orc warriors, with only 800 effective combat strength left at this time, immediately ran towards the southwest. Although the entire defensive formation was loose, the framework was intact and there was still a force capable of blocking arrows.
function.
Facing the hail of bullets, a group of orc warriors' eyes were covered in blood. This was the madness of the orcs. This madness was not a skill to gain attack at the expense of defense, but a racial talent that temporarily increased strength.
"The first column charges! Kill all these despicable elves!"
Nuo Yan roared angrily, and the more than 200 warriors closest to the elves' encirclement quickly charged, and the entire circular battle formation was cut in half in an instant. The remaining soldiers finally no longer cared about the formation, but in Nuo Yan's
Under the command, they rushed forward in a swarm. As long as they could open a gap, they could rush out of the siege and escort His Highness away.
Shock Arrow: Releases arrows with a concussive frequency, hitting the target to cause additional damage, and adding a 15% (intermediate 20%, advanced 25%) deceleration effect to the opponent, lasting for 5
Second.
This is a magic skill used by archers to fly kites. It has a short cooldown, no read bar, and can be released in various postures. If it is released by one person, the shock arrow will leave a wave of air in the air, but
If more than 700 elves lined up in two rows and were released at the same time, what would appear would be countless billowing waves of air visible to the naked eye.
Shock wall!
The charge of the two hundred warriors was terminated directly before the air wave, and the orc warriors who had disrupted their formation fell on a large scale like wheat stalks from the autumn harvest under the unstoppable arrow fire from around them.
There were fewer and fewer people around Nuo Yan, but these soldiers who were carrying out His Highness's orders were desperate and began to rush towards the front.
As soon as the sound of the flute changed, it became a bit urgent and sharp, and the guard gate who faced the group of warriors and released the rain of arrows quickly retreated towards the rear, much faster than the warriors blocked by the concussive arrows.
Feeling of powerlessness. After being ambushed by these elven archers, the orc warriors felt a strong sense of powerlessness. There were groans and miserable howls all around them. The eyes of the few hundred warriors left were full of despair.
They should be desperate. This is not a tactical mistake or a lack of personal combat power, but just because the large-scale elven archers are too terrifying.
"Where do these elves come from?" Feilin City Lord asked in a low voice, and more than a dozen of the strongest guards and the human mage were already standing beside Nuo Yan. At this time, the only one who could remain calm was probably this man.
The mage lowered his eyelids and turned a blind eye to the attacks around him, and he was not an offensive mage.
"The god of war lives forever!"
An orc warrior rushed to the edge of the elves' encirclement with a long sword and roared, but three or four arrows were immediately added to his body, and the tyrannical power of the arrows pushed him back to a safe distance of three meters.
If you get closer, you can see the unified expression on the faces of these elves - indifferent, cold, like dead people without any emotions.
"Your Highness," the magician whispered, "Let's go."
"The God of War lives forever!" roars came one after another, and the surrounding soldiers continued to fall to the ground, but they were shouting these words that were supposed to boost morale.
Tragic, tragic, and desolate, Nuo Yan clenched his fists tightly, and blood seeped out from his fingertips.
"Walk!"
"The omnipresent spirit of space, please take us away from here and enjoy the bath of space! Space transfer!"
With a swish sound, a violent blue light flashed away in the field, and Nuo Yan, the old city lord Feilin and more than a dozen guards disappeared in an instant. The faces of the remaining 100 warriors became a little relaxed, and then they were blown away.
The arrow was buried directly.
"Space transfer?"
In the corner of the jungle, a middle-aged elf frowned and closed his eyes not knowing what he was sensing. "The archers are clearing the battlefield, and the knights are heading north. They can't escape far!"
The rumble of horse hooves sounded in the forest. In order to deal with this group of orc warriors, they used five thousand sharpshooters and three thousand cavalry, just to ensure that nothing went wrong. But they didn't expect that the opponent would have so many tricks, and even have the ability to
A magician who uses space transfer.
This kind of magician is a one-of-a-kind existence and a very precious strategic resource. No wonder the prince of a majestic king dares to go deep into the territory of an enemy country where a battle is taking place. How can he do it without a few preparations?
There was a flash of blue light, and more than a dozen people stood beside a small river, while the pale magician was supported by a guard.
"Your Highness, hurry up, I need to rest for half an hour before I can use the next transfer!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
