Just as they were shooting their arrows at the opposite side, these archers and soldiers were not extremely entangled? Every archer was in tears at this time, because in the crowd on the opposite side, in addition to the orcs, there were also those elven children! Those children were their sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, brothers, sisters! And now, they were shot by their own hands!

However, although the archers and soldiers are not necessarily in pain, they also know that they cannot be merciful, because it is now the moment when the elves are in danger of survival, if they hesitate, then I am afraid that the elves will be finished!

The archers were all in tears, watching the elven children fall together with the evil orcs, although they wanted to cry very much, but they couldn't cry, they were soldiers! Let the arrows in their hands be fired, let the tears in the corners of their eyes fall to the ground on their cheeks, and then the archers in the front row knelt down on one knee and rewound, and the second row began to shoot, and then the third and fourth rows shot in turn. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In every concentrated shot of the elven archers, the orc army fell in large numbers, and similarly, the elven children who were captured by the orcs as human walls also fell in large swaths. For a moment, the battlefield echoed with the shouts, shouts, and screams of the orcs, the cries and wails of the children, and the weak death of the elven archers.

Sarandier, who was standing behind and watching the battle at the scene, couldn't bear to close his eyes: it was his own people who were killed, and it was the children of the elves! Even if his eyes were closed, the children of the elves were shot helplessly, and the eyes of the elves when they fell to the ground in despair appeared very clearly in Sarandiel's heart!

Thinking back to those children, thinking of the children who were eager to read when he visited them at school, surrounded him one by one, and happily called himself king, when he thought of their innocent eyes, Sarandil felt a faint pain in his heart.

"Damn!"

When he opened his eyes, Sarandil looked at the elven children lying in a pool of blood, and Sarandil felt that the children's blood was all around him, making it difficult for him to breathe. The tragic sight had made him unbearable to look at, and the wailing on the battlefield was especially unbearable for him to hear. With endless rage, Sarandil clenched his fists and shouted: "Soldiers, the damned orcs will be defeated, and we must use their heads to die for the innocent children!"

The attacking troops stalled, but soon re-advanced, and Sarandil could see clearly that the orcs did not hesitate to shoot and attack the elves, and knew that it was useless to use the children in front of them as a human wall. So the demented half-orcs directly gave up the human wall tactics, and directly grabbed a child of the elf clan as a meat shield, pushed it in front of them, and pushed forward.

Looking at the children who were used as meat shields, with arrows stuck in their bodies, Sarandil only felt that his heart was like a knife!

"Orcs, Angela, Angela, I'm going to break them to pieces!" Salandier's angry cry of grief spread throughout the battlefield...