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Taking advantage of the night, a sharp sword like a tiger and wolf set off from the broken wood sentry. With a tribal edge. This death squad is going to deal a devastating blow to the Night Elf forces in wartime.

The army of Night Elves in Astrana soon reached the outskirts of the Broken Wood Outpost, across the river from the Broken Wood Outpost. Night Elves don't need torches, and in the night, they have better sight than anyone else.

The Grom army, ambushed in the col on the left, also extinguished the torch and quietly waited for the battle to begin.

The light of the firelight of the broken wood sentry reflected in the river, and the reflected firelight faintly illuminated the army of the Night Elves.

The Night Elf warriors and archers were all equal in height and outfit, and a long purple color gave this battle a touch of heaviness. Such a regular and militarized force made Fuhang sweat tightly in his heart.

All of them were fourth-order soldiers, all Night Elf male warriors, female archers, and orc soldiers from the Broken Wood Sentry, across the river.

Although this battle does not look like a decisive battle, the first battle determines the morale of the soldiers on both sides, so no matter which side you are, you value this battle very much.

Fu Hang estimated that there were about 1,500 soldiers in the Night Elf clan, and at the Broken Wood Outpost, the mixed mix of Dark Spear Trolls and Warsong Orcs was no more than a thousand. What's more, the strength of orc soldiers and troll soldiers is still incomparable, only a quarter of the soldiers are stronger than the fourth order, and the rest of the soldiers are all third order or even lower. This made Fuhang even more worried.

However, with Fuhang's eyesight, he seemed to see something that chilled him even more. War Ancient Trees, behind the elven army, there are dozens of towering War Ancient Trees.

These giant trees are ten meters tall. The wide arms seem to contain the power to carry mountains and rocks. Let the boulders thrown by these big guys hit, and they will definitely be smashed into a puddle of flesh.

These Night Elf armies are really going to kill the tribe. Grom roared with blood, not saying a word, just quietly waiting for the moment to play.

No matter how angry and extreme Grom Hellroar is in normal times, as long as the time of war comes, he will turn into a scheming old fox, and whenever there is any trouble, he will hold on tightly and defeat the enemy with one move. Of course, this state of hellish roar only exists in times of war, and in the process of fighting alone, Grom will still use violence to conquer opponents who resist him.

The orcs of the Broken Wood Sentry are on the defensive, and the army of the Night Elves only needs to move. The soldiers of the sentry post will not move.

The two armies faced each other, and Thrall stepped out of the broken wood sentry.

The same goes for the Night Elf army, and a druid has risen from the ranks.

Needless to say, this druid is Vandal Deerhelm. His green hair fell down his neck and chest, and his armor was extremely distinctive, unlike other druids, Vandall's armor was very simple, with simple green shoulder pads, green bracers, and a wide men's long skirt. With such a line, it is impossible for Fuhang to forget it.

"Young orc, you are the great chief of the tribe?" Like a long-lived elder, Vandal Deerhelm condescendingly asks questions to Thrall on the other side.

Sal chuckled, "War is not about anyone's age. ”

"Young and frivolous, I admire your courage, and I hope that after this battle is over, your tribal army will continue to be stationed at the Broken Wood Sentry." With a wave of his hand, the golden staff in his hand shone with green light, and in an instant, the entire river was covered with wildly growing aquatic plants. These aquatic plants naturally become a natural bridge.

Archers and warriors crossed the river in unison. They are not like the soldiers of the tribe, noisy and hot-blooded. In the eyes of these elven soldiers, the tribe that destroys their comfortable life is their mortal enemy. Although their faces were expressionless, the eyes of each elven soldier flashed with a strong killing intent.

The battle began, and the monstrous drums sounded the battle song of the charging of the tribal soldiers. This purely Western-style battle made Fuhang a little uncomfortable for a while. In his previous life, in film and television dramas, it was often a war of hundreds of thousands of people, and he always thought that the battle in the medieval was just a play in the small country of the West. But today, his concept has changed, and although the scale of such a battle is small, it really affects every soldier.

In such a battle, no one should think about stealing their lives, and they must go all out.

Grom clenched his grip on the bloody roar and asked the Thatch Vanguard in a low voice, "Tell me when we should start, Thatch. ”

Thatch paid attention to the shape of the battlefield and carefully analyzed: "These purple imps do have an advantage in numbers, but fighting on open terrain, our broken wood sentry will not be at a disadvantage. ”

"Chief, look." Thatch pointed to the encirclement of the elven army and continued, "We'll wait until they really surround and kill them by surprise. ”

Grom pondered for a while, the decision in wartime is especially important, and Grom thought extremely carefully: "Little brother Fuhang, what do you think. ”

Originally, Fuhang just wanted to wait for the order and go up and kill. I didn't think Doug Grom would ask for his opinion. Fuhang was a little flattered, but he still broke away from the excitement and calmly thought of a way for Grom.

As for Thatch's opinion, Fuhang disagreed. If we do have to wait until the elven army has surrounded the Broken Wood Sentry and we are attacking, then the Night Elf soldiers will have enough strength to deal with Grom's team. This is extremely unwise.

"We can't wait, we can attack now, we must not wait until the Night Elves open up their formation and surround the broken wood sentry." Fu Hang said resolutely.

Grom nodded and said approvingly: "Little brother, we want to go together, and now we attack, the army of the Night Elf clan will receive the greatest pressure." In the face of the enemy in front, the left flank will still receive pressure from us. ”

"Rush!" Grom took the lead, rushing to the front, attacking the left flank of the Night Elves.

Fuhang relieved the Ash Messenger, and without saying a word, rushed forward with Grom. At this time, Fuhang was still infected by passion, and he didn't know what fear was.

On the battlefield, it was even more tragic. The boulder thrown by the ancient tree of war drew a perfect arc in the air and smashed straight into the broken wood sentry. The watchtower, which had just been built, was knocked out by the thunderous situation along with the orcs above.