A product of chaotic mutations, the Beastmen are the embodiment of that terrifying future. Those who dare to face the herd will surely witness a fate more tragic than death in the mouths of salivating blood and killing frenzies. During the battle, countless blood stained the northern face of the oak trees of the entire era. Some of the exhausted elves were about to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the beastmen who were about to be driven back into the forest when they heard a howl from the forest that they had walked through countless times, followed by a loud noise.

Orion stuck a spear into a black giant, and walked back to the ground along its fallen posture, listening to this voice with a heavy face, the long-range troops in the back row of the army formation and the harpy melee together, it is really not a good omen for such a big and strange sound to come from the front at this time, today can be said to be a dangerous situation that the Aslai clan has not faced for a long time, the army of Tierva Anvil and Dauphin Rock Hall has not yet arrived, and it is obviously more than lucky, what the beastmen want to do Orion doesn't know, but he knows that no matter what they want to do, The elves will not compromise! Orion took off the necklace around his neck, and then blew vigorously at something like an eagle's beak on it, and an eagle's cry spread throughout Athel Loren, and after a while, there was also a sound from the other side of the root of the world, but this voice was low and rhythmic, and Athel Loren's two guardian horns, the eagle's horn and the dragon's horn, were the elves and the treemen's last hole cards.

"Warriors! No matter what tomorrow may be! Please don't let you regret today! ”

"All Treants, forward!!"

When Orion and Durt gave the final order at the same time, everyone finally knew what the sound of the thin rope in the dense forest was, one after another huge chariots and countless monsters with blades on their bodies shouted and howled out of the dense forest, razormon chariots and razorbeasts. This was followed by more Minotaur warriors, the only difference from the previous army was that each of them had an extra huge shield in their hands. Leading them was the beastman officer Giant Horned Bull, who saw O'Lane's position, threw two heads vigorously, and then roared wildly, making obscene provocations to O'Lane, who didn't need to look to know whose two heads they belonged to.

It is the main army of the beastmen that appears now, and it should have been held back by the elven troops who returned just now, but unfortunately this result is really unacceptable. With a wave of his left hand, a cloak appeared behind him, the elves are worthy of being an ancient race, and the treasures are one after another, this cloak is called Aisha's cloak, which can restore the injuries of the soldiers around him in addition to defense.

The razor-beast chariot of the beastmen was all equipped with sharp edged knives on both sides, and with the rotation of the wheels, the frantic reaper tried to get close to all of his people, and on the chariot were three minotaurs, one of whom was concentrating on driving the chariot, and the other two were each wielding a halberd with a human arm thickness and at least ten meters, and they were unscrupulous and rampage along the way. The razormon that appeared at the same time as the chariot was a waist-high creeping beast with a blade-like body, and it was one of the few beasts of various races that could break through armor.

The speed of the chariot and the herd is directly proportional to the speed of the elves' death, which means that the dryads and treants can survive the frontal charge, but once they fall to the ground, the crazy beasts will rush up and tear them to pieces, not to mention the elves, as long as they are submerged in the herd, they basically can't survive a second.

The beast herds are not like normal beastman warriors, they are low, full of weapons, and they are in groups, causing heavy losses to the elves and treants who are fighting around, even if they are their own, as long as they can't dodge, then it doesn't matter who you are, kill them all.

No matter how strong Orion is, he is just an ordinary legendary lord, and no matter how many treasures he has on his body, there is no way to stop the chariots and beasts that are connected by himself. The Wood Elf warriors are like boats in the sea, unable to control their own lives.

"Your Majesty, please protect the times like a tree for us! For the elves! For Athel Loren! "When Orion killed a giant horned bull with a spear, he heard a crisp voice next to him, and Orion will follow the sound, only to see the wild knights behind him lined up, and all the giant deer's eyes have been blindfolded." Knights! Buy time for our comrades! With that, the commander of the wild cavalry rode the giant deer on the chaotic battlefield and rushed quickly towards the charging chariots and beasts. The Beastmen's centaurs were entangled in the various underground rattans of the Treants, so they were almost wiped out not long after the war began. After that, the wild cavalry went to fight the enemy's air force units, trying to liberate the long-range combat power, but it was really not ideal, the harpy was extremely numerous, and it could fly away at any time, and the cavalry could not exert their due strength. If you really want to defeat the elves, as long as you find a way to suppress their range, it will be half the battle.

In the end, the cavalry had no choice but to leave the array of ranged troops, and they had to use their lives to buy more time for the elves, the treemen, and the era like trees behind them, at least to stop the speed of the razor's chariot charge.

"Go, elves, we treants are right behind you!" At some point, the ancestors of Talenic climbed onto the huge root system of the age-like trees, and told the elves here that the treemen would not abandon them and leave alone. Compared with the elven battlefield, the main battlefield of the tree people is much better, standing in the forest, buried in the soil, the tree man battlefield is like a reef on the sea, let you storm the waves, I will not move, plus the protection of the three ancestors, the loss of the tree man battlefield is much smaller.

The wild cavalry rode a giant deer, pulled a crossbar behind them, and held spears, and with the blessing of emerald magic, they still chose to fight with the enemy. As the knights approached the herd and the chariot, they made a sharp turn from the stag that sat down, and threw the log pulled behind them directly into the charging array. The damage of the wood is not high, but the speed of the enemy's charge is fast, and this collision is not dead and is also killed by the group of beasts that can't stop behind, and the result is that the two beasts that collide have to die. If you're lucky enough to get stuck on the ground, the tumbling chariot can instantly kill many razormon and minotaur warriors around it.

After a blow, the wild cavalry didn't want to run anymore, and the speed of a sharp turn must have decreased, and the place where the wood hit was limited after all, and the unlucky knights were torn into random pieces in an instant.

"I command in the name of the Treant Ancestors! Spirits of the forest, give your lives for Athel Loren! "Seeing that the actions of the wild cavalry could not completely stop the beasts and chariots, the ancestor of Talenik, who was standing at the root of the world, immediately gave the final order to the treant warriors on the elven battlefield. After hearing this, the treant soldiers did not hesitate, and immediately plunged themselves directly into the dirt, at the cost of their own lives, let the branches on their bodies grow wildly in the dirt, and the rapidly growing branches flew between the dirt, like countless shrunken versions of the roots of the damaged world, and rushed towards the razor chariot and the herd......