Archery was a very important tradition in Nehekhara, not just a means of killing, especially among the young princes and nobles, who loved to hunt with bows and arrows, but when they reached adulthood, they had to put this pastime behind and dedicate their lives to ruling their kingdom and people, but bows and arrows still occupied a very important place in their hearts.

Therefore, when each new king takes office, he must pay homage to the best of his archery regiment, and these chosen warriors will be given the title of "Master of Archery".

It was a prestigious title among ordinary soldiers, and the first arrow of every battle could only be fired by the master archer, which represented the supreme glory and the belief in victory, but if the arrow did not hit the target, the master archer had to kill himself as a punishment for disappointing the king.

But even so, every archer of the Nekhkara Legion wanted to be awarded the title of "Master Archer", and for this reason they constantly honed their skills and mental qualities in order to become the first to shoot the arrow.

Although thousands of years have passed, and although their muscles have turned into white bones, when these archers stand on the ground again in a different posture, they have not forgotten their old traditions, and just now the first arrow has steadily hit the orc's head, announcing the official beginning of a deadly killing.

However, although the skeleton archer is superb in archery and has a longer range than the goblin kid on the opposite side, the orc kid running at high speed is not a lamb to the slaughter, they have their own coping skills.

Without command, when they found that people were constantly being shot by the insidious arrows from the opposite side, these boys immediately tried to spread out as much as possible, and raised their various shields above their heads to protect their vital points, and at the same time quickened their pace and continued to charge without fear of death.

At this time, the benefits of the orc's strong physical fitness are revealed, although their shields cannot protect the whole body, but since the territory built a "fur workshop", the stone basically equips each orc boy with tough leather armor, as long as they are not shot in the vital point and legs, a few arrows are not a big deal for them, and it will not affect their movement speed.

As the orc boys risked their lives to pass through the death zone between the two armies, the stone chariot followed them closely and came within range of each other.

Behind him were a large number of goblin archers, and before he came, Stone knew that the long-range strength of the Tomb King's army was very strong, so he deliberately did not bring goblin spearmen, but brought out almost all the goblin archers of "Thunder Cliff", ready to shoot at each other.

In addition to them, there were a number of riders on both flanks of the army who were cruising back and forth, and it was not yet time for them to appear.

As he got closer and closer to the opponent's battle formation, the stone standing at the front of the "Potbelly King's Chariot" also clearly felt the rain of arrows getting denser and denser, and he brandished his battle axe to shoot away the sharp arrows that were shooting quickly, and at the same time looked up and began to observe the opponent's formation.

Directly in front of the line of sight was a large area of black pressed skeleton warriors, as far as the eye could see, some of them were holding strangely shaped scimitars, some were holding spears, murderous, and the other hand was holding a giant tower shield that could cover almost the entire body, forming a seemingly very strong skeleton phalanx, waiting for the battle.

Among these skeleton warriors, there are many Nehekhara warriors armed with twin swords, although they are also in skeleton form, their stature is significantly taller than ordinary warriors, and the miserable white skulls also wear bronze helmets and accessories from their previous days, showing their more noble status.

These elite warriors, who retain some of their living memories, are the officer class of the Skeleton Army and the most loyal lackeys of the Tomb King.

Although standing on the galloping chariot has a wider field of vision, because there are too many skeleton warriors in the front row, the stone still can't tell how many people there are on the other side, anyway, judging from the continuous rain of arrows, there must be a large number of archers behind these skeleton shelves, as for the other troops, skeleton cavalry, skeleton chariots, or more powerful graveyard walkers, it is unknown.

"No matter how much, let's kill all the enemies in front of you first!"

A hint of cruelty flashed in the stone's eyes.

Since entering the opponent's range, the corpses of many orc warriors have appeared on both sides of the chariot, and the blood of their own boys has been spilled everywhere.

Under such a dense rain of arrows, there are always some boys who are unlucky, or are shot on the spot, or are shot in the knee, especially the latter, usually after leaving a long blood mark on the ground, and the blood of several arrows in the body runs dry and dies.

But no matter how they died, the stone noticed a detail, each of the green-skinned corpses shot into hedgehogs was facing forward, and none of them turned and retreated after being injured.

It was the first time Stone had lost so many men before he even touched the enemy, and the rage burned in his chest, and only by breaking these skeletons of bones into pieces could everything be quelled!

"Atrak, hurry up with Lao Tzu!"

Stone gritted its teeth and yelled at the giant spider in front of him.

I don't know if Atraq understands it, anyway, the speed of the chariot has always been very fast, and it has even caught up behind, and more than some of the orc boys who fell behind made the big bear have to roar loudly, asking the orc boys who are in front of him to get out of the way, so as not to be knocked away.

Just as the stone struck away again with a sharp arrow that was heading straight for the door, an old voice sounded behind him.

"Boss, our people rushed up!"

It was an old rotten tooth, and he stood up at some point, and there were rocks in front of him, so he and the big bear driving the car didn't have to worry about being shot by stray arrows.

It is clear that the old shaman is also enraged by the tragic images of his own boys, and can't wait to cast his magic.

Stone nodded, and he saw it too, accompanied by a roar, the fastest and luckiest part of the orc boys finally passed through this death zone hundreds of meters long, rushed into the opponent's formation, and began to vent his anger on the skeleton frame in the front row.

At the same time, ranged support from the Broken Claw tribe finally arrived, and the goblin archers came within range and began to return fire with their less precise archery.

Although the quenched arrows were much less effective against these skeletons, and although their archery skills were still unsightly, due to the very dense formation of the opponent, they still caused some damage to the skeleton warriors and archers on the opposite side, slightly reversing the situation of passive beating.

But inevitably, the goblin boys also became the prey of the other party, and began to show a lot of damage, and their morale dropped sharply, and if they just exploded each other like this, it was really hard to say how long they could hold out.

The stone had to deal with it.