In order to get rid of that indescribable feeling of exhaustion, the red dragon's eyes fell into the battlefield, and in a large gap, it found the elves and the black-haired spellcaster - the dragon's eyesight was sharper than the eagle's, and he saw that the elf who was supposed to be the leader of the elven team seemed to be talking to the dragonborn, and the red dragon yawned and listened, but the sound on the battlefield was so mixed that it could barely catch a few words- But strangely enough, the red dragon thought that he should have heard the roar of the orcs, but where was the orcs - it lifted its body and looked left and right, and found that the whole dense forest swayed as regularly as the ocean, and the dragon's eyes could gaze at the whitest flames, but there were strange clouds on the sky, only light, monotonous and bright...... The red dragon found itself unconsciously lowering its head, it shrugged its shoulders and took a deep breath, the smoke made the air cloudy and a little sweet, the red dragon opened its outer eyelids that it didn't know when it closed, it already sensed that something was wrong—when, since when, since then, the light no longer changes, except for the people who are still fighting each other, even the dense forest has become quiet and solid...... It uses the tips of its membrane wings to support its upper body and swoops down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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The priest was shouting.

But the orc warriors could no longer hear anything, and they drank the priest's potion, the kind that would drain the last of their strength, and they would become mad and bloodthirsty, and even if they were mortally wounded, they would not be able to stop rushing and killing—this potion was forbidden to be used by Gersh at non-essential moments, but wasn't it the time of necessity? Eyeballs, and scalp with hair attached, gaowan of male elves, zigong of female elves...... What puzzled the priests was that the latter were too few in number, almost very few - every elf was a warrior, and the proportion of women in their ranks was never low, just as when the orcs fought these pointy-eared mongrels in Thundercastle, the elves would certainly try to bring the corpses of their companions back to the jungle, but there were also times when they could not do anything about it, and most of the raw materials for the priests' potions and precious sacrifices were obtained from here.

On the small terrace, a female elf had to face dozens of orcs who had fallen into a state of rage, they were not afraid of pain, they were not afraid of death, she had to pull out her mace after casting all her magic spells, tearing all the scrolls, crushing every rune gem, but what effect could a small mace do in front of the orc warriors, the orc warriors stepped on the corpses of their companions (they had formed a small hill with a depression) and pounced, and after an orc warrior was knocked open in the skull by her with a mace, she was also caught by several orcs, and they didn't even give her a crisp death, but on the part of the grab, tearing violently, tearing her into several pieces, no way, they serve different priests, even though Gersh has become the king of the orcs, the priests are still allowed to have their own warriors.

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The red dragon watched all this with suspicion, if the madness of the elves was expected, but their cruelty and violence were beyond its expectation - at least as far as it knew, the elves respected life and revered nature, but what they were doing now was no different from that of the orcs, but when it saw a priest of Greti being torn apart by a few elves, it could no longer hold on, and the red dragon swept across the sky above them, spitting dragon fire, and the scorching flames instantly killed all the "elves" They were all wrapped, and with a terrible scream, the red dragon also smelled the stench that had once been questioned by the dragon claw knight.

The red dragon's chaotic mind suddenly became clear, it flapped its wings, and quickly lifted its heavy body into the air, putting itself in the position where the clouds should be, the cold air poured into its trachea and lungs, it looked down, part of the dense forest was exposed to the dragon's golden eyes, and in a moment, its pupils constricted.

"Get up!" it roared, calling to its brother, "get up!!

And its brother had fallen into a complete sleep, and when the red dragon of his brother landed beside him, and attacked it with teeth and claws, it fought back angrily, and its vision was scattered and empty like never before, as if it were controlled by something, and if it were not for the fact that its movements had become a little sluggish, the other red dragon had also been wounded, or even worse- The red dragon, who had been the first to notice that something was wrong, took two steps back, and the dense trees became a natural obstacle, and the huge red dragon could not move freely in it, but it also did not seem to transform into a human form—it was impossible for a human form to intimidate a red dragon, it knew best.

It folded its wings, turned behind its brother with the agility it could hardly believe could appear on such a massive red dragon, and began to chant a short incantation, after the latter turned his neck in rage and stared at his brother with cold golden eyes, the ice solidifying it along with the dragon fire that was about to erupt.

The ice began to creak almost the next moment, and the cracks continued to appear and spread like branches of thunder and lightning, but it only took a moment for the younger brother to say, "We have been deceived," it cried, "We are fighting the orcs, not the elves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red dragon's brother walked out of the shattered ice, his eyes uncertain, but he could tell that it was not the enemy in front of him, but his own brother.

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Before they are aware of it, the red dragons may still be confused by the preconceived thoughts and the harbingers of victory, but the problem is that once they have doubts, the obstacle is as fragile as a piece of parchment.

Even so, they found that it was extremely difficult to restore calm to the battlefield that had been caught in the white heat, even if the Grenadas were willing to obey the orders of the red dragon to cease fighting and retreat, the orcs would not, and since they knew that those so-called "elves" were orcs, of course, the orcs would also treat them as elves when they looked at the Grenadas, not to mention, the stupid minds of the orcs could not understand such a complicated thing.

They can't even find Gersh, the king of the orcs.

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Gersh looked at the "elf" and smiled, it was really one, how to say, if this smile appeared on Ricka or his mentor Ostar, Gersh was not surprised at all, but when it appeared on an elf, this feeling was not to mention strange.

The former undead raised his hands, and a powerful spell exploded between them, and one of the priests was grabbed by Gersh and blocked in front of him, he could feel the runes and other things on the priest's body constantly vibrating, erupting into all kinds of magic and spells to fight with each other, and the priest kept cursing, cursing the mages of the elves, and also cursing Gersh. But Gersh didn't care, if he didn't, he was afraid that he would immediately go to the Mourning Wasteland to meet their god Kawuha, Gersh didn't have much respect for this irascible god, he might not hear Kawuha's call at all, and even if he was summoned, as a guy who was not religious enough, he was afraid that he would not get any good results.

When the priest's hands and feet finally hung limply, Gersh saw that the other priest was running away, stumbling and swaying from side to side, but anyway, he managed to escape Gersh's claws, but Gersh's warriors were still by his side, and Gersh smiled a smile that was difficult for orcs to grasp, and then frowned again.

Then, under the astonished eyes of the warriors, he drew his long knife, threw it on the ground, and then spread his empty hands aloft: "I am Gersh, the king of the orcs," he cried, "I surrender to you." ”

Gersh's heart jumped wildly when he saw that the other party was unmoved, and even made a spell casting gesture, and at the same time his mind was spinning at an unprecedented speed: "You are not an elf," he shouted, "who are you! If it were an elf, they would never kill an unarmed man who bent his knees at them." ”

The "elf" finally gave Gersh a look: "Perhaps, but that was about a thousand years ago. "The elves of Thundercastle never forgive any orc, even if he is just a baby, because even babies grow up sucking human flesh and blood, are there any good orcs? Yes, but they are probably starving to death in swaddling clothes.

Gersh's chest heaved violently, his nerves tense to the point of breaking at the touch, and the next thought burst into the tip of his tongue like a spark from the cracking of a silk thread, "Are you a Grenada?!" he exclaimed, "You're a Grenada!"

But his enemy only showed a tired look, the power of magic rushed in, the runes on Gersh's body burst one after another, he was thrown into the air, a gray cyclone grabbed him hard, and threw him heavily on the ground, even the king of the orcs, Gersh could not continue to support, his eyes were dark, and there was no place in his body that was not in pain, his ears could not hear sounds.

When Gersh could finally see, he saw the last orc warrior fall in front of him, about a quarter or a third, it was hard to estimate in the remaining limb irregularities, he wanted to say something, but not a single syllable could be uttered, and his enemies were making another spell-casting gesture, and for the first time, the Orc King could smell the smell of fishy, dry dust from the mourning wasteland so clearly.

The former undead sighed slightly.

The rain was pouring in and out, it was so cold, it was so furious, between the enemies and the enemies, the orcs and the Grenadians blinked in disbelief, they were either pierced by their spears or their broadswords were stuck in their ribs, but it wasn't the elves they saw, but their allies, at least for now.

The roar of the red dragon resounded throughout the forest.

They were all played by the elves. Thoroughly.

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The red dragon's brother didn't pay much attention to the thunder as it snaked down from the clouds, but it then heard his brother's wail, and it could only say that the young male red dragon was more cautious than their sister, and at the last moment it dodged in time, but the elves' magic arrows still hit the base of its tail, less than a foot away from the unspeakable position.

The red dragons immediately spread their wings and leapt into the air, and when they looked down at the forest again, it was as if they saw a river of reflected stars—between the silver and black foliage, there were countless points of light, each representing a magic arrow.

If it is the Orcs who have been at war with the Grenadas, and the Grenadas who have been at war with the Orcs, what about the Elves? Have they preserved every battle force in good condition, waiting for them to exhaust each other's strength in vain?

The vast royal court was gone, and the place where the orcs and Grenadas fought was a gentle and uninterrupted bare slope, less than three thousand feet from the edge of the forest.

Behind the collapse façade are the elves, ready to attack, arrows raining down with the rain before their enemies can comprehend the turn of events.

The first to collapse were the orcs, who could not find their king, who could not find the priests, who could not find anyone willing to shelter them, and although the Grenadas wanted to control the situation and prepare the remnants of the army, things always went to the worst side, and the fleeing orcs attacked their hard-fought formations and teams, and they did not dare to face the arrows of the elves, but they dared to show their fangs and claws to the Grenadas, who were wounded and wounded, and the orcs tried to seize the mounts of the dragonclaw knights.

It wasn't until the Warlocks of Grenada threw a vicious spell no less than an elven arrow that these brainless creatures began to run elsewhere, and they could still vaguely see the faint path, but when the orcs plunged into the forest again, the forest seemed to lose its original tolerance, and they found themselves trapped in the forest- The trail was inexplicably broken, like someone wiping the ink from the parchment with dry bread, and they walked up and down the trees with the orcs with axes, but he had only gone a few hundred paces, and when he turned around, he could no longer see the sign he had made.

The Singh elves attacked, and while the Grenada were still in disarray, the dryads placed the elves on their shoulders, using the branches and leaves as their shields, and the living vines rolled up bundles of arrows and passed them into the hands of the elves, while the roots of the dryads were pulled up from the ground and walked slowly but steadily forward. The height advantage of the dinosaurs was nothing to mention in front of these towering trees, they tore at the trunks, their teeth cracked into the rough bark, the dryads shook violently, and the thick branches whistled down from the air like whips, pulling the rat-like dinosaurs aside.

The only threat to the dryads is the dragon fire, and the fire of negative energy summoned by the warlocks, they scorch the body of the dryads, and will not be extinguished until the dryads are reduced to ashes, even though the elven priests and mages have been trying their best to rescue, there are still some dryads who have finally been invaded by the flames in the core, and when things are irreversible, they give their elves to another dryad who has not been affected by the fire, and rush towards the Grenada with large, clumsy steps, stretching out all the branches and leaves that can be controlled. When they pour, the burst and scattered flames can even envelop hundreds of feet away.

The red dragons glided, they summoned the Hippogriff, the Dragontooth Knights and their mounts swirled in the air like a swarm of bats at dusk, and the Hippogriff feared the elven arrows just as the Red Dragons did.

"We can't," Mitkot threw a spell at him, or the red dragon wouldn't have been able to hear him, "we can't get close to the elve!"

"We must retreat," he gasped, "and we need to recuperate and rest!"