"Damn! These guys turned out! ”

The old city lord clenched his fists with some anger, and he was suddenly a little indignant and unable to help himself at the tragic death of the surrounding clansmen after being covered by the rain of arrows.

It's just that the old elf is just an ordinary elf who doesn't have much ability to fight, and he's not an old magician. After the civilization develops to a certain level, the law of the jungle will be hidden or distorted, and the old man can become the lord of the second-level main city, relying on the inherited title and political skills.

Not force or great magical prowess.

Nuo Yan's brows also furrowed directly, because judging from the speed at which the group of elves around him fell, the number of archers in ambush around him would definitely not be below two thousand. "Shrink the defense! Prevent enemy flat fire! ”

The sound of drums came from all around, like a downpour of rain beating on the iron surface of the courtyard. The arrows from the strong bow even pierced through the thick iron sheet of the iron shield, causing several orc warriors to snort in pain before being replaced by the warriors behind them. The orcs formed a bucket-like defense, and their majestic bodies had enough strength to maintain the integrity of the defense.

The thousands of elves around didn't last more than half a minute!

These elves were stunned by the sudden appearance of the same army around them, and they all fell to the ground in the rain of arrows that came from the three waves of flat shots. Some reacted quickly and immediately lay down to survive, while most of them died unexpectedly.

The blood gathered on the ground into a river, which also gave the forest some bright red vitality, and put great pressure on the thousands of orc warriors.

Black shadows appeared in the forest, roughly looking above the number of thousands of people, and these slender elves opened a circle of attack dozens of meters away from the formation of thousands of people. Then he stopped his advance and surrounded the orcs inside. It seems that they are not in a hurry to bring down these warriors.

There is no escaping the situation.

Noyan put his hand into his arms, but he looked at the orcs around him. But he couldn't bear it anymore and took his hand back. The old city lord of Feilin on the side saw his actions in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If Your Highness can leave, leave quickly, this is already the situation today, these elves don't want to bear the charge of indiscriminately killing their fellow clansmen, they want to kill us all!" ”

"There is no prince in the God of War Alliance who runs away without a fight, and we are not without the strength to fight!"

The faint but tenacious sound of the flute suddenly rose to the top, and the archers around him raised their bows and shot arrows. A black wave surged towards the reef in the very center.

The violent sound of breaking the air made people tinnit and dizzy, Nuo Yan's heart trembled, and his body swooped to the side and knocked the old elf of Filin to the ground, while several guards behind them who were still riding on horseback were directly shot into hedgehogs by hundreds of arrows.

The old city lord of Feilin's body trembled, and he didn't know if he was angry or because he was frightened just now. "Thank you, Your Highness, for the rescue."

Nuo Yan didn't have time to answer, he jumped up directly from the ground, and watched as the arrows hit the shields in the hands of the peripheral soldiers. These shields only defend against most of the arrows, while others are slightly higher, either directly through the first line of defense or through gaps in the outer defenses. It caused the loss of more than 100 soldiers.

A terrifying army of elven archers, amazing accuracy and arm strength, and even more terrifying is that this kind of marksman is not one or two, but a whole team! No wonder. Elves once ruled over all races; It's no wonder that players who play Marksman all choose the elven race, which is a terrifying racial talent.

There are too many archers around. And the number of orc soldiers is only a thousand, and in a few more waves, the entire defense line will be shattered. If you can't make a decision at this time. That glimmer of life will just disappear!

"The whole army charges to the left front! Defend with a shield! ”

Nuo Yan's order was simple but effective, and the thousand people, who had only eight hundred effective combat power left at this time, immediately ran in the southwest direction. Although the entire defensive formation is loose, the framework is not messy, and it still has the effect of blocking arrows.

Under the rain of bullets, the eyes of a group of orc warriors have been covered in blood, which is the madness of the orcs, this madness is not a skill to gain attack at the expense of defense, but a racial talent that temporarily increases the amount of strength.

"The first column charges! Kill all these vile elves! ”

Nuo Yan roared angrily, and the more than two hundred warriors closest to the elven encirclement quickly charged, and the entire circular battle formation was instantly cut in half. And the rest of the soldiers finally stopped caring about the formation, but rushed forward in a swarm under Nuo Yan's order. As long as they can tear a rift, they can directly break out of this encirclement and escort His Highness away.

Concussive Arrow: Unleashes an arrow with a concussive frequency that deals extra damage on hit the target and adds a 15% (20% Intermediate, 25% Advanced) slow effect to the opponent for 5 seconds.

This is a kite flying technique used by archers, and it is famous in major games for its short cooldown, no reading bar, and the ability to release it in various positions. If one person came to release it, the concussive arrow would leave a wave of air in the air, but if more than seven hundred elves lined up in two rows and released it at the same time, then countless waves of qi would appear that were visible to the naked eye.

Wall of Shocks!

The charge of the two hundred warriors was terminated directly before the qi wave, and the orc warriors who had disrupted the formation fell on a large scale under the fire of arrows that still did not stop around them, like the wheat stalks of the autumn harvest.

There were fewer and fewer figures around Nuo Yan's body, but these warriors who carried out His Highness's orders were already desperate and began to rush towards the front.

The sound of the flute turned and became a little rapid and sharp, and the Gongshou Gate, who had released the rain of arrows against this group of warriors, quickly retreated towards the rear, and the speed was much faster than that of the warriors who were blocked by the concussive arrows.

A sense of powerlessness, after being ambushed by these elven archers, the orc warriors felt a strong sense of powerlessness, and there were muffled snorts and howls around them all the time, and the eyes of the only few hundred warriors left were full of despair.

They should despair, it's not a tactical mistake or a lack of personal power, it's just that the massive elven archers are too terrifying.

"Where did these elves come from?" The City Lord asked in a low voice, and there were already more than a dozen of the strongest guards and the mage of the Celebrity Clan standing beside Nuo Yan. At this point, the only one who could keep his cool was the mage, his eyelids lowered, oblivious to the attacks around him, and he was not an attacking mage.

"God of War lives forever!"

An orc warrior who had rushed to the edge of the elven encirclement with a long sword roared, only to add three or four arrows to his body at once, and the force of the arrows knocked him back to a safe distance of three meters.

If you get closer, you can see the faces of these elves with a unified expression—cold, cold, and emotionless like dead people.

"Your Highness," the magician whispered, "let's go." ”

"God of War lives forever!" Roars rang out one after another, and the surrounding warriors fell to the ground, shouting words that were supposed to boost morale.

Sad, tragic, and desolate, Nuo Yan's fists were clenched tightly, and blood seeped out from his fingertips.

"Let's go!"

"The all-pervasive spirit of space, please take us away from here and enjoy the bathing of space! Space Transfer! ”

With a bang, the violent blue light flashed away in the field, and Nuo Yan, the old city lord of Feilin and more than a dozen guards disappeared in an instant, and the faces of the remaining hundred soldiers were a little relaxed, and then they were directly buried by the scraped arrows.

"Space transfer?"

In the corner of the jungle, a middle-aged elf frowned, closing his eyes and not knowing what to sense. "The archers clear the battlefield, the knights march north, they can't escape far!"

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled through the woods, and in order to deal with this group of orc warriors, they used 5,000 marksmen and 3,000 iron horsemen, just to ensure that nothing went wrong. But I didn't expect the other party to have so many tricks, and even brought a magician who could use spatial transfer.

This kind of magician is a one-of-a-kind existence, a very precious strategic resource. No wonder a dignified prince dared to go deep into the territory of an enemy country where a battle was taking place, and he didn't have a few hands to prepare?

With a flash of blue light, more than a dozen people stood by a small river, and the magician was pale as he was held up by a guard.

"Your Highness, hurry up, I need to rest for half an hour before I can use the next transfer!" (To be continued......)