The orcs were approaching the elves at a crawling speed.
The orc squadron leader noticed that the elves were shooting less frequently. He knew that there were not many soldiers behind him, but he did not look back and kept pushing forward.
Suddenly, the elf encirclement expanded to the distance of two arrows, and then began to slowly move and shrink, and readjusted the center point of the encirclement.
When the orc squadron leader saw the 20 yards he was about to approach, the elves suddenly changed their formation, and the twenty yards instantly became fifty or sixty yards away. He looked back in despair.
Except for 20 marauders in full plate armor, there was not a single soldier following him.
He looked up at the three hellfires.
The three tall hellfires are extremely conspicuous, but they are now surrounded by 200 elves, forming three rotating circles. Every elf that turns behind the hellfire will attack one of the legs of the hellfire surrounding the center.
Attack. There are arcane shots and normal attacks, and the uninterrupted concussive shots make the Hellfire even turn around extremely slowly.
They are like three buffaloes surrounded by wolves. In the encirclement, they always want to face the opponent with their most aggressive body. However, no matter how they turn, there is a wolf behind it, attacking it fiercely.
Take a bite.
The orc squadron leader suddenly felt tired. It turned out that the demons were not as powerful as imagined, and they also had times of helplessness.
The three hellfires were very angry, but there was nothing they could do. No matter which direction these abominable elves rushed in, the moving rotating circle would move in that direction simultaneously. They were affected by continuous magic deceleration.
This made the elves calmly distance themselves from them. They had great power, but they could not hit any of the elves. The feeling that their power was useless made them feel very aggrieved and angry.
Boom! A burst of gravel splashed, accompanied by the unwilling roar of a hellfire.
A huge body of Hellfire, more than 4 meters high, fell to the ground with a crash. One of his legs was smashed to pieces at the knee joint by the last arcane shot. Only one thick stone leg was left, which was not enough to stably support its huge body.
After shaking for a while, he fell to the ground unwillingly and rolled. The elf rangers surrounding him quickly expanded the circle of encirclement while he was shaking to prevent him from hurting anyone when he fell to the ground and rolled.
No matter how strong the defense is, it will become extremely fragile after being attacked by the same part hundreds of times.
The situation was not just bad, as the first hellfire fell to the ground. After a while, another one followed, and then the last one, after persisting for a while, also fell to the ground and rolled in the dust.
Two hundred Elf Rangers were constantly rotating around the three Hellfires, constantly shooting at their heads. The Hellfires could not move and could only protect their heads with two thick stone arms. But the Elf Rangers' arrow skills
, it’s really too superb. The two arms that protect the head always have places that cannot be protected. And these places are where the elves’ arrows penetrate.
Every time the arcane shot exploded on the head of Hellfire, it always caused Hellfire to scream and writhe in pain. But the Elf Rangers were like cats playing with mice, calmly spinning around them, constantly looking for and attacking them.
Chance.
The orcs understood that these three hellfires were finished! They had an extremely powerful force, but they could not bring any harm to this group of elves. Apart from their handsome performances when they appeared, and except for burning down a forest, they did not bring any harm to the elves.
So much trouble. Not even a single elf was killed, so he ended up in such a miserable state.
Powerful demons? Weak elves? Orcs can only sigh. Think about it, they are not the playthings of this group of elves? They also have strong defense and powerful attack power, but now? Can they attack the elves? Cunbu
Hard to move is their true portrayal now.
Without their mounts, they became real infantry, and speed became their fatal weakness. The biggest problem for infantry against cavalry is that they cannot catch up if they win, and they cannot run away if they lose.
The orc squadron leader threw off his helmet, picked up the ax and rushed towards the elves again. He knew that there was no hope of escape, let alone the possibility of victory, but he was unwilling to be a prisoner, let alone let the elves be used as training like hellfire.
A target for shooting. No matter how hard the plate armor is, it cannot resist the constant attacks of arcane magic.
Is Hellfire's body hard? Is it solid? Doesn't it turn into stone dust under constant attacks on the same part? Can it be compared to a piece of steel with a thin plate armor? Ordinary attacks may not be able to withstand it, but arcane shooting can.
It might be okay to crack them once or twice, but how long can it last?
The marauders also threw off their helmets, picked up their weapons, and launched a final charge with howls. The elf rangers raised their bows and arrows, aiming at the charging orcs' heads.
36 yards away, approaching quickly.
"Let it go!" the elf commander ordered coldly.
There were no elves shooting with arcane magic! It was just ordinary arrow attacks. The orcs saw the arrows getting bigger and bigger in front of them, but no one blocked them. That’s right! They were looking for death, and they wanted to die on the way to charge!
Die with dignity like a warrior! No one wants to be played to death like hellfire.
The orcs fell, they died on the way to charge! They died heroically, but no one cheered for them.
Hellfire is still wailing, but no one will pity them.
"Hurry up and kill the hellfire! Maybe we still have time to deliver supper to the orc leader."
The elf commander ordered: "Support the troops to clean the battlefield! Every orc must take a last hit to confirm death. Also, Commander Sylvanas said, take away all the wargs, weapons, and armor that you can.
The wargs are yours! The weapons and armor are ours."
The subsidized ranger troops are happy, there are so many wargs...
When the 1st Frostwolf Squadron arrived to join Lor'themar, Grim's wolf cavalry troops had all been converted into infantry, and Grim had been demoted to the rank of infantry squad leader. Because there were no shaman to follow, all the orcs were poisoned and unable to do anything.
Get up, let alone carry orcs to the battlefield.
Grim was no longer as heroic as before. He was disheartened because from the beginning to the end, none of them had a piece of the elf's clothes attached to them and were constantly being teased by each other. When he saw another one coming,
As the team rode the white Frostwolf Rangers, he knew they were doomed.
The elven rangers led by Lor'themar stopped their teasing harassment and joined forces with the First Frostwolf Squadron to block the 50 orcs in the middle.
"Surrender! Orcs. You have lost all hope!" Lor'themar said.
"I want to see your commander!" Grim said.
"She is very busy! She doesn't have time. Maybe she is preparing dinner for your leader now!" Lor'themar said.
...Grim was silent for a while.
"Don't place your hopes on your leaders. Maybe they are even more sad than you are right now. Because there is a person there who is even more despicable than me and the commander!" Lor'themar said.