Sartirea, do you see that?

Harkran Yuelin, did you see that?

Selaneia Vogan, did you see that?

Jala, did you see that? Didn't you keep saying that I could only do alchemy, not fight, and not be a qualified Night Elf? I killed the orcs today, isn't that amazing?

Kailana fought with two knives and blocked the mace cut by the orc in front of her, but the orc's strength was too much, Kailana couldn't move, her legs sank slightly, her waist was forced, and her right leg kicked out, kicking the orc staggering, taking advantage of the orc's body to fall backwards, pulling away the right knife, and "brushing" it on the orc's waist.

The orc roared angrily, his body pounced forward, the blood plate spewed out a fishy smell, the mace pushed horizontally, sweeping towards Kailana's upper body, Kailana was on the side of her body, the right knife protected her body, and the left knife was forcefully picked from the bottom to the top, hitting the orc's crotch.

This orc is really fierce, and seeing that he can't dodge, he actually continues to move forward, and the protruding fangs bite Kelana's neck fiercely.

Kelana's knife split the orc in half, and the flesh on the neck was also bitten into a bloody blur.

"The second—" Kelana muttered to herself, a proud smile on her face, and continued on.

On the high arrow tower in the shelter, Abner had already shot all the arrows in the quiver, and the index finger of his right hand was dripping with blood and trembling slightly, he knew that if he continued to exert force, this finger might be crippled, and his companion next to him would not be any better, and his left eye was swollen because it had been closed for too long.

Abner took a breath, smiled, and said with a playful smile: "Nelson, I heard that there is a noble race called the Panda People, and those eyes look like you, just right, you don't have to pretend." ”

Nelson took a sip and scolded with a smile: "I'm a dignified night elf, pretending to be a pandaman?" It's not as many orcs as I shot and killed, so let's just say that I have low self-esteem, right? As he spoke, he did not slack off at all, and with a "whoosh", another orc fell in the distance.

Abner laughed, bandaged his fingers briefly, felt that the bandage was too thick, affecting the accuracy of the shot, and hurriedly untied it again, reducing it by two layers, and then tied it tightly, and tied a beautiful bow.

The elf's love of beauty is eternal.

"Come on, compete again, I don't believe you can still win!" Embner proudly picked up another pot of arrows, stared at a tall and mighty bear monster, and shot an arrow.

Nelson glanced at his friend's injured finger worriedly, and smiled without showing weakness, "It's better than that, if you lose this time, you will lose two jugs of rum to me, don't pay the bill!" ”

"You just remember rum, it's spicy and topper, and you don't know what you like about it!"

"I just like how spicy it is, how about it? Isn't it possible? ”

Nelson and his friends were fighting, standing on the arrow tower, looking down from a height, there were dense orcs and bear monsters everywhere, this attack from morning to noon, there was no pause, are these orcs and bear monsters crazy?

Mugot watched his clansmen fall one after another, his heart was like a knife, he knew that this time he was really wrong, it was really wrong to choose to follow the orcs to fight, these orcs were really ruthless, Stanford was completely using his clan's people as cannon fodder.

What if the war is won? In the end, if you run out of money, you will be like a gambler who has lost everything, and no one will come to look at you again.

"Chief Mugot, Lord Stamford has an order, continue to attack, and those who retreat will be killed!" The orc herald raised his head, didn't look at the foolish bear monsters in front of him, turned and left.

In the future, only one force will be allowed in the Gray Valley, and that is the Warsong Clan, what Night Elves, what Dryads, what Bear Monsters, I'm going to die.

Mugot's face was as black as ink, if at the beginning the orcs and bear monsters were still in charge of each of the battlefields, then now the front line of the battlefield is almost all bear monsters, and the orcs have become the warlords, cowering in the back to preserve their strength.

Mugot knew that this was Svanford's revenge, and that he was paying a bloody price for that quarrel.

"Gotha, what should I do?" Mugot asked in a low voice.

Gotha also knew that the situation was not good, so he groaned for a while, gritted his teeth, and said softly: "Let everyone slow down, look for opportunities, and return to the tribe." ”

"Aren't you afraid that the orcs will settle accounts after the fall?"

"I can't take care of it, they really want us to fight it all."

"Yes, besides, I don't think the orcs will be able to beat the Night Elves this time!"

"Hmph, God Ursol is above, bless the orcs from defeat!" Mugot cursed fiercely.

During the days when the Night Elves ruled the Grey Valley, because of their peace of mind, they maintained a balanced and harmonious relationship with everything in nature, and many other forces such as dryads and bear monsters survived a prosperous life, and Mugoth now hated himself for wanting to replace the Bloodfury Clan as the overlord of the entire Bear Monster, and was tempted by the power given by the orcs, so much so that he got on their thief ship.

If the orcs are defeated and the night elves regain control of the gray valley, the Mugot clan sincerely bows their heads and apologizes, with the character of the elves, there is a ninety percent chance of being forgiven, which is much better than fighting the elite of the entire clan now.

In the camp in the rear, Svanford was smiling proudly, and after the frantic attack of the bear monsters, the defense line of the night elves was already crumbling, and Sfanford seemed to see the dawn of victory.

"My lord, I just saw the stupidity of the bear monsters, and I wanted to laugh." The one who spoke was the herald just now, with clear eyebrows and a slender body, completely an outlier among the orcs,

Shi Fanfo's right hand and the chin of the Gou Commander, said with a smile: "I know that you like to watch the excitement, so I let you go, what, I am good enough for you." ”

After the order, he twisted his waist and said softly, "My lord, you are the best..."

Shi Fanford felt a burst of heat in a certain part, but unfortunately he was in the midst of a fierce battle now, it was a pity.

On the arrow tower, Abner shot a pot of arrows again, and smiled bitterly, but did not continue to replenish the arrows, for he really could not shoot, the skin of his index finger was open, and he could not pull the bowstring at all, and his arms were as heavy as lead, and every time he moved, there was a sharp soreness.

Nelson was still gritting his teeth and tried to pull the bow away, but he couldn't pull it.

At the front line, Kailana was covered in blood, both enemy and her own, she was tied with at least five large and small bandages, all of which were about to become mummies, and there were many small scars that had no time to bandage, and all the potions on her body were gone, but she was still stubbornly moving forward.

"The third one, but this isn't an orc, it's a bear monster!" Kailana was so tired that she didn't dare to stop, afraid that if she stopped, she would never be able to walk again.