Artoria, who had never been in the line of fire, left the front line because she was going to bathe, change clothes, and dress up, but the coalition led by the Nord brothers did not lose morale at all. After that, although the positions of the two sides were subtly reversed, after a few back and forth, they quickly returned to normal.

First of all, when the High Elf archers launched a large-scale map cannon with a multi-arrow rain array, the road (pao) bridge (hui) troops composed of goblins also collapsed one after another. If it weren't for the group of exiled necromancers, who used the corpses of goblins to launch a large-scale corpse explosion and block the river, they might have been successfully countercharged by the Nord sergeants.

Then, when the condition of the river was a little better, more than thirty Cyclops, with the totem pole bonus of more than 100 Minotaur shamans, began a second counterattack. The Minotaur Shaman planted his totem pole in the ground and activated a large area of bonus circles. The aura of magic made the already extremely powerful Cyclops even more ferocious - of course, we all know that such a small increase in strength and constitution buff is very limited. To put it bluntly, the more powerful the creature, the less obvious the effect of buff magic on it. The power blessing of the same energy level may be able to give ordinary people twice their own ability for a short time, but when released to a giant dragon, it will probably only make the other party's "heart filled with a warm feeling", but it has no actual effect - however, the biggest buff bonus effect lies in its spirit.

You must know that a creature like a cyclops, who is strong on the outside and has a brute strength physique and natural ability, but whose fighting spirit is not even as good as that of orcs, is actually closer to that of wild animals. Now, with the shaman's totem bonus, they have finally shown the minimum discipline that a warrior should have, and they have been bleeding under the bombardment of elves' long-range magic arrows, but they have remained standing for a long time.

The Cyclops were attacked by the Elves, but they were still trying to bombard the other side of the river with their most powerful One-Eyed rays. The elven officers with the magic banner could only transform the effect of the banner in their hands and convert it into a defensive circle. Their movements were fast enough, but the Cyclops' evil eye death light still shone directly into the Nord army before their circle unfolded. In a flash of volley, more than a hundred soldiers were ignited by the direct rays of the death light on the spot, and turned into human-shaped torches on the spot, while the soldiers who were several times their own were affected by the spread of the death light shock wave and suffered heavy casualties.

At this juncture, a strong orc shaman appeared on the side of the riverbank. He rode on a giant Kodo beast with a totem pole-like banner behind its saddle and a huge Bloodthirsty King's crest on it. This orc, who was many times stronger than most of his Nord muscular brothers, was bare-chested, and even under the biting river breeze of the northern country, he didn't seem to feel cold at all. He carried a war knife and an armor skirt around his waist, and the tattoos on his body were embroidered with complex and gorgeous magic patterns, which was equivalent to using his body as a magic storage prop, and his madness could be seen - you must know that if the magic patterns are engraved on the body, once there is a mistake, its backlash is enough to destroy the body. That's why magic tattoos are so rare - his features are full of tough guy hardness and sharp carving, and his fangs are exposed outside his lips.

He was one-eyed, and the only eye left was blood-red, and the aura was terrifying. Thick black hair encircled his chin, looking dense and imposing, like a lion's mane.

The Kodomon under the crotch of the orc shaman is almost mammoth-like, with war drums placed on the saddles on either side. The orc shaman beat the war drum vigorously, and the thunderous rumble of the war drum intersected with the divine power of the Great Banner Holy Pattern behind the saddle, directly imposing the huge spiritual power on all the creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The believers of the Bloodthirsty King (whether they are devout or shallow), they all feel the great spiritual power, they feel that they are inspired by the gods, they feel that the enemies on the other side of the river are all chickens and dogs, they think that they must be able to fight 1v5 or even one to ten, even if they fail, they can get great honor, and their souls will be blessed by the great god Parkens in the kingdom of God.

As for the followers of the non-bloodthirsty king, that is, the coalition soldiers on the south bank of the river, they experienced the opposite spiritual impact. At that moment, the enemy on the north bank was no longer defeated by their men, but turned into a group of fierce beasts, frantically about to pounce across the river and tear themselves. The image of this group of enemies, who had always been inferior, suddenly became taller, as if they could not be defeated for a while.

Of course, the effects of the mental impact suffered by different people are of course different. If it was an ordinary person, or even an ordinary soldier, he might have been broken down at this time and fled. However, on the front lines of the riverbank, it was all the most elite Nord warriors, who grew up under icebergs and on the plateaus, wild and fierce, who had been fighting the most ferocious beasts in the harsh natural environment since childhood, and who cultivated land in the permafrost to cultivate and graze. The tribes of these Nord descendants have united to make the Arel Plateau, a forbidden area of civilization, the second pole of the world. These northern men worship Atlas, the god of the mountains, and Yaguira, the goddess of storms, but this is not a religious worship, but a rugged and heroic ancestor worship. How could such a nation be intimidated by the so-called "majesty of the gods"?

Even the ordinary soldiers with the worst mental strength gritted their teeth, clenched their weapons, and suppressed the fear in their hearts to death. They didn't need the orders and encouragement of their respective officers, and stood on the side of the riverbank, taking a deep breath, but not giving an inch.

An elven general wearing a golden striped armor and a golden antler helmet, riding on a white unicorn, frowned slightly, took out his magic bow, which was one and a half meters long and decorated with gems and patterns, more like a work of art, and pulled the bowstring.

"Whoosh!" It wasn't an arrow that flicked out of the bowstring, but a pillar of light. In an instant, it directly crossed the array of the two armies, and the river that was not very wide in the middle, and blasted towards the orc shaman who was still riding on the Kodo beast and playing the drum.

"Boom!" The pillar of light collided with the invisible qi barrier beside the shaman, and it made a collision sound that was infinitely close to the collision of gold and iron. However, the pillar of light shot by the elf did not dissipate, and bounced into the air, condensing the entity of the arrow. Then, as if it had suddenly become alive, the arrow automatically shifted direction in the air, and the arrow line was below, and then spread out on the spot, turning into hundreds of more deadly arrows, roaring down from the sky.

This is the correct way to open the Rain of Arrows. The Master of the High Elf Demon Archer who has mastered this skill alone can be regarded as a powerful firepower output platform.

The arrow of light covered a space with a radius of less than ten meters, which was not large, but it was a choice made by the elven general in order to ensure the density of firepower. Within the range of these arrows, all the orc soldiers who were enveloped by the bombardment didn't even have time to scream, and were immediately blown to pieces.

However, all he could see was an arc of electricity lingering over the Kodomon and the shaman on its back, only to see the shock and flickering of electric light in a blinding white light. Within the range of white light, the dense light arrows seemed to hit the thick iron curtain of the city wall, and they were never allowed to enter.

"Storm Shield...... The one-time blockade is so airtight, at least eight sides are released. That person, it should be him, right? Earl? Olivier whispered with his chin propped up.

"Well, Shaleg? Blackmane, the chief of the Earth Spirit Shamans, is the second-in-command of the Shamanic Order after Lonzas. I've fought him before! It's a formidable enemy! The wound on my chest is due to him. The old Count of Dalma had a smile on his face, but he did not show any nervousness in the face of a strong enemy.

"The current situation requires him to intervene himself, probably as Her Highness Artoria said."

"Yes, there is a problem in their rear, and now, the attack, the decisive attack, is the only option." Olivier Road.

Indeed, the development of facts, of course, is just as Artoria expected, who "suddenly has an IQ". In the shaman known as the "Blood-Eyed Lion King" and one of Orgrimmar's greatest warriors, Shaleg? Led by Blackmane, a stormtroop of 3,000 orc berserkers, 1,000 troll hunters, and 500 steppe minotaurs and mountain trolls, plus the bonuses of more than 100 shamans, as the core commando, launched a counter-charge to force the crossing of the Mubohair River.

It was perhaps the fiercest battle between the two sides after a year of confrontation on both sides of the river. When the willpower, combat effectiveness, and courage of both sides are on the same level, and the command level cannot find any fancy things, the battle is destined to be a hard-fought meat grinder-style battle.

Within ten minutes of the start of the battle, the number of casualties on both sides exceeded 1,000, and the tragedy made the elven generals who had experienced a hundred battles a little moved. Some people have even begun to wonder whether to let the armies of the Kingdom of Milan and the Duchy of Rostock, which are on standby in the rear, come over to participate in the battle, and the infantry of these two countries can still fight, and they should be able to use one of them.

However, what is surprising is that the decisive charge of the orcs finally lost its initial impact, and the coalition forces began to ponder the moment of counterattack. The orcs began to retreat in an orderly manner, and they set up layers of cards, step by step, and slowly retreated to the north bank of the river.

The Blood-Eyed Lion King was the last to retreat. He rode the Kodomon to the river, a sword in one hand and an iron rod in the other. The banner behind him always exudes a magical aura, inspiring the orc soldiers around him, and there are always eight storm shields around him to choose from. In the face of the onslaught of multiple enemies, Shaleg stood like a boulder in the tide, killing more than a dozen enemies who tried to harvest his own heads, all of them were quite famous Nord warriors.

Finally, after making sure that the remaining companions trapped in the enemy line were really unable to be saved, the Blood-Eyed Lion King began to retreat. After leaving behind the corpses of thousands of elite soldiers, the orc's decisive attack caused the enemy the same losses, but it still had no strategic effect...... However, compared with the menacing situation at the beginning, this "fierce" battle is a bit anticlimactic.

If Lu Xi was present, there would probably be a fairly obvious sense of déjà vu, right?

Isn't this Nima just a touch of porcelain?

The higher-ups of the coalition may not know the meaning of this word, but that doesn't mean they won't feel the pain of the egg. However, when everyone looked at each other speechlessly, Olivier suddenly became happy. Long look at the first release of Chinese network.

"Inform the commanders of the armies of the countries on both sides and in the rear, as well as the heads of the logistics bases set up in the south of Mount Namoa, to prepare to cross the Transition River! This long confrontation can finally be declared over. ”