"I have to admit that these knights who call themselves [Noldor] suddenly appeared around the lord, and compared to them, I even doubt that I am not worthy of being called an archer, looking at the swift and accurate archery, I suddenly feel a little pity for the enemies on the city wall......"

- Itsev Peter

After the so-called 'victory' in the previous siege battle and the previous successes made the tricks of the Stormwind City army come to naught, diluting the gloom that shrouded the hearts of the defenders of White Moon City after being shot down by Ardarian on the first day, watching the champion swordsman phalanx lined up again under the city with a siege formation, the defenders on the city wall couldn't help but make a loud noise, not to mention the messy military appearance, the momentum looked good. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a pity that these miscellaneous soldiers on the front line guessed the beginning but didn't expect the magical turn of the plot, a large number of champion swordsmen and other soldiers, under the leadership of Leo and the two lords, only lined up and did not make any further moves, but a team of knights with a style obviously different from humans and gorgeous armor drove out of the military formation alone......

This time, in order to take care of the other clansmen who did not end the bow, Ardalian and their position were a little closer than when they were shocked by the previous arrow, but at a distance of 200 meters from the city wall, it is believed that there are not many archers in the entire continent who can threaten them, and all they need to worry about is the harassment of some potential energy that has almost exhausted the feather arrows.

Watching the Knight of the Dawn dispatch a horizontal formation that was easy to pull back and forth in his command, his fingers gently slid over the intricate carving on the back of the bow of the closing curtain, Ardalian glanced at the defenders who were still alive and dead, and let out a quick and crisp whistle in Elven language, and took the lead in putting the feathered arrow on the bowstring......

The noise on the city wall of the white moon, with the first wave of 13 long arrows accurately piercing or nailing the 13 soldiers to the ground, looking at the white feather in front of them, the defenders reacted, especially the people near the companions of the arrows retreated away from the city wall, and the sharp-eyed soldiers saw the familiar shape of Ardarian, and couldn't help shouting, "God, yes... It's the devil! The devil who shot down the banner is here again...", but the meaningless words led to further confusion.

After a round of shots, ignoring the feelings of the defenders, the 12 Knights of Dawn and their regimental leader kept almost exactly the same pace, and after only a few seconds, they quickly shot the second, third, and fourth rounds with the unique beauty and rhythm of the elves......

Shock! The distance of up to 200 meters seemed to be a trivial matter in the eyes of the Noldor elves, and 5 consecutive rounds of 65 special feathered arrows took the lives of 65 male soldiers, and only then did the archers on the city wall react and shoot a rain of arrows in a sparse counterattack amid the roars of several knights.

Unfortunately, the rough level of bow-making in the Middle Ages and the poor skills of the archers made it possible to rely on covering shots for most of the time, and the distance that Ardarians stayed at was nothing more than an insurmountable moat, even for projectiles.

Gracefully turned sideways, easily dodging a crooked and slanted feather arrow, the elven lord was a little bored to look at a knight of the White Moon Knights on the city wall who kept shouting loudly and commanding a long-range counterattack, and the closing bow was slightly aimed under the half-open, and as the fingers were released, the long arrow that broke free from the shackles seemed to cross time and space, flashing in mid-air, and the next moment it appeared in the knight's throat.

…… After an hour of pleasant "hunting", most of the elves of the Knights of the Dawn and their commander shot all the arrows in their quivers and the spare quivers on their horses' backs, 200 per person, a total of 2,600 branches, resulting in the death of nearly 500 defenders on the city walls, yes, yes, all dead, not a single wounded.

The reason for this result is that the defenders of White Moon City have also become smarter, using shields to block or shrink behind the wall battlements, these countermeasures have reduced the shooting efficiency of the Noldor Elves a lot, after all, the elven arrows that overemphasize penetration are indeed a little unsuitable for breaking the shield.

Probably because he hadn't had such a hearty and enjoyable time for a long time, the arrogant Aldaryan first moved and opened his bow continuously, his shoulders were a little sore, and he waved goodbye to the trembling defenders on the city wall with a charming smile on his face, and then Shi Shiran led his subordinates to swagger back to his camp.

"Demons...! This is the smile that only a demon can have...", a viscount who was firmly protected by his personal guards was frightened and fell unconscious, and the title of [Demon's Smile] has since been placed on the elven lord and has been widely spread in the near future.

The returning Knights of the Dawn were greeted with great enthusiasm by the people led by Leo, and the soldiers, especially the Stormwings who exist as a ranged unit, could even melt the Noldor Elves with their hot eyes, in their opinion, such archery skills were simply unattainable, gorgeous and deadly!

Excited, too excited, Leo laughed and took the initiative to greet Aldalian and the others, ignoring the other party's somewhat dodging and embarrassing movements, and gave him a hug with both arms, "Well done!" My friend, the archery of the Noldor elves will become famous all over the world, and I think it won't be long before the Jackal Duke has no choice but to climb out of his tortoise shell! Hugging the Noldor elves one by one, Leo was full of praise for the effect.

Even Keith, who had never been accustomed to looking down on Aldaryan, had to admit the horror of these elven archery skills, and whispered with a pout, "Although I still insist that you are a bastard, I admit that I have never seen a better man than you in terms of archery alone, but I still hope that you can stimulate the enemy a little more tomorrow..."

Looking at the elves' confused gazes, Keith spread his hands and said helplessly, "The damn siege battle made me almost rusty, I thought that bastard Duke would be unable to hold back today and let people go out of the city to pursue you, my knights and I are ready to attack, as a result... This coward can really bear it! ”

Keith's witty words made everyone around him laugh even more, and even the Noldor elves nodded to him rarely, Noldor was arrogant but definitely not a fool, a strong and even more powerful than their knight's overture, how could they not hear it, and how could they refuse bluntly?

With a punch in the chest, Leo laughed and beckoned to everyone, "Don't be sour, I believe that the situation will change soon, now, let's not mention anything else, all follow me, let's celebrate our heroes with a grand banquet!" ”

After a pause, Leo raised his voice in the excitement, and shouted to the soldiers around him, "Lead the captain to arrange the sentries who rotate the guard, and everyone else will have dinner tonight, plenty of white bread, cheese, delicious onion rings, and enough meat, and everyone can also get a large glass of ale, cheer and celebrate!" My soldiers! ”

The hope of breaking the game and Leo's last words completely boiled the camp that was originally a little demoralized, and there were cheers and voices of praise from the soldiers everywhere, as for the gloomy defenders of White Moon City? Who cares!