The only way to do this is to attack on the ground.

Garcia had to land with her air strike force, the fluffy ground was stuffed with minced flesh and could barely discern the form, she tried to ignore the touch of the soles of her feet that was different from ordinary earth, but she couldn't escape the stench of the exposed sacs and dripping organs, and she must not close her sense of smell at this time, every inch of perception on the battlefield is crucial.

"Flesh and bones are like grass, and my body is like a knife!" The Nayo spider screamed and pounced.

Garcia could barely see anything else, and as soon as she landed, the black, purple spider swarms took over her entire field of vision, but she still had her companions behind her, her sword bursting with a moon-like light, and the mighty Chimera Magukhir roaring at her side.

The elves lived in the same era as the Neyor, her ancestors had fought against them, and in the First Age, the elves regarded the Neyor as enemies and gave enough respect to these spiders who could build a glorious civilization in the underworld, but now they have been reduced to Monet's minions, a willless puppet, and Garcia wants to wipe them out as quickly as possible.

A hundred black-winged heavy cannons rumbled in unison, and the cannonballs of divine punishment came at a gallop and buzzed, and the troops of Fort Kovol in the rear gave them the greatest help, and finally a third of the artillery tore through the spider monster's magical defenses, passing over Garcia's head, and severely wounding the Neyu, one out of every three spiders fell.

At this moment, Garcia stood at the front of the line, facing the toothy and clawed Nayu Spider, raising his sword at the hideous and terrifying faces.

This moment stretched slowly and solemnly in Garcia's mind, and she could fully observe many details, such as the bulging mound of dirt on the ground, the dark and deep entrance to the crypt, the stump fragments that had been overturned by the cannonballs, and the forelimbs of the close enemy were covered with tiny spikes, its fangs dripping with black venom, large and small scarlet compound eyes, and the fine fluff on the belly after the bulge......

Swing your sword and slash horizontally.

The light of the moon god erupted in Garcia's blade, and the two spiders were split in two by her in the sound of skin, flesh, and bones being torn apart.

She walked forward, and the huge Chimera pounced on her to help her smash the enemy on the left, at this time the large group of Nayu spiders began to apply buff magic to themselves and entered a melee state, which was actually good news for the Tiya Kingdom, they were not afraid that the Nayou clan would fight them, but that the spiders would retreat and join the black orcs.

Garcia led the rangers through the smoking land, whistling and shouting, her body lidied and powerful by the gods, her mind overflowing with fire, the blade of her sword shattering the fangs of spiders, the battle bloody and dreary, the screams of spiders and the roars of elves in her ears.

The thick clouds finally began to rain, blending with the blood to form small streams, Garcia's armor was already dyed red, and the arm holding the sword emitted a strong smell of blood.

"Your Majesty, it's time to retreat." Caleb's spell reminded him that the rangers on the walls kept an eye on the Black Orcs, indicating that they were about to arrive at the battlefield.

"It's time to retreat." Garcia told himself that the Spiders had suddenly changed their strategy, and that they had made up their minds to drag the raiding forces of the Kingdom of Tiya to death, and that the only remaining spiders had become more ferocious, no longer keeping their distance as they had before, but all of them rushed up and entangled with the elves.

Even some of the femme fatales attacking the walls abandoned their strategic objectives, turned around, and ignored the blows on the walls to complete the entrapment of the elves.

At this time, all the remaining Nayou spiders rushed to the front, and the elves were also red-eyed and eager to rush up from behind to continue killing, Garcia was caught in it, the blood and sweat almost suffocated her, the fanged stingers in front and the armored sword and shield behind forced her to move, she had only two options to move, continue to move forward or cut down the soldiers behind her.

In this case, the elves will suffer a major blow the moment they turn and retreat,

"Your Majesty, our purpose has been achieved, and you should leave some warriors behind and retreat immediately." Caleb's voice became rapid, an unquestionable sane choice.

But Garcia seemed to have no choice but to hope to fight her way with her companions before the Black Orcs arrived, the sky became darker, thunder and lightning flashed, rain poured down, and the enemy would not give up, and every time she killed a Nay Ghost spider, another one would always appear in front of her, or a second or a third.

She continued to slash until her arms became disengaged, and Garcia could only hear his own gasps, and could only see blood flowing and scraps of flesh tumbling up and down, and it was not known how long it was clear in front of her, and there was no trace of spiders in the thick rain.

"Is it over?" Garcia looked up, and she was about to order an immediate retreat, only to find that she was already surrounded by tall and strong black orcs, whose dry cheeks made them look like rocks standing in the rainstorm.

They didn't attack, they didn't even make a sound, they just stood silently, and the sense of crisis gripped the elves' hearts like a midnight ghost.

The elves dragged their stiff hands and feet, and the surviving seven-headed Chimera took heavy steps, slowly gathering together with Garcia as the center, and approaching each other to confront the black orcs.

It was obviously more beneficial for the Tia elves to delay the time, but for some reason, the black orcs never attacked, Garcia tried to absorb the fresh air, and the fierce heartbeat filled with his eardrums slowly calmed down, and after a while, the Divine Elf King felt that his strength had obviously recovered a lot.

"Alright, Elf, Kalodan Scaron wants to give you a fair chance to fight."

An orc, taller than the other black orcs, picked up his massive machete and said as he walked, "But I know your reinforcements are on the way, so that's all you have to rest." ”

"Carlodan Scaron?" Garcia felt a little familiar with the name.

"Wrong." The black orc shook his head, firmly denying what he had just said, "My name is Carodan Monet. ”

Garcia realizes that the other party is a token, but this token seems to be a little different from the tokens that the Alliance has previously described.

"Rescue! Rescue! ”

The commander on the far wall was issuing orders like crazy, and the spell link was reaching Garcia's ears, and the gates of Castle Kovor, which had been closed all along, suddenly opened, and no one hesitated, and the military power of the Tiya kingdom almost poured out, ready to rescue their queen at any cost.

Garcia was on his sword, a look of guilt on his face.

Kalodan also saw this scene, looking at the swarming elves, and disdain gradually appeared on the face of the black orc derivative: "As an immortal species, elves have a long life and proud talents, but they have never been able to occupy a place in Eladia. You are too emotional, and you can do whatever it takes for sudden emotions and so-called justice and kindness, and you don't know what to do, and you don't know whether you live or die. I didn't expect that after so many years, you still haven't grown at all. ”