The Dragonclaw Knight gasped and raised his dagger, he was almost close to the dead elf, and after the battle, the tense nerves finally allowed him to regain his sense of smell, and he frowned as he smelled a stench that was unbearable for him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 "It's like boiled dung," he muttered, shaking his head incredulously, although the Grenada had always dismissed the blood of the elves as filthy and smelly because of the relationship between the red dragon and the elves, it was impossible for a dragon claw knight not to know that it was just an attitude, in fact, as the darling of the god of life, the blood of the elves was more vibrant and pure than the blood of dwarves, humans or gnomes.

Could it be because the Singh elves eat meat? But it shouldn't stink like an orc, the dragon claw knight crawled up unbearably, and when he touched the back of the dead elf, he felt furry again, not like hair, but like hair, but when he looked down, he saw hair like gold, but it was a little dull.

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Yellowneck saw an elven warrior wandering the battlefield, which wasn't right, but he was clearly very strong, as he had just killed an orc warrior.

But do these elves have mounts like the Grenadas? Yellowneck doesn't quite understand, but his simple mind doesn't fit much, and the elves seem to be riding something different from those of the humans, well, the Grenadas are riding dinosaurs, and the elves seem to be riding just a few ...... Something he didn't recognize, except that in shape, it looked a lot like a sheep with two hooves, and he liked sheep, but preferred elves.

The orc licked his lips, and just as the elf backhanded down one of his kind, he threw away his short axe, which spun in the air with a pleasant whistling sound, and the yellow neck followed, and when the elf raised his short sword, slapped it on the side of the short axe, and knocked the short axe out, the yellow neck behind him lifted the short spear, clenched his hands, and crashed into the other's arms with himself, the first touch made the orc want to curse, because the elf was not wearing chain mail as the Grenada had said, or even if it was chain mail, the part of the chain mail chest was also added with a hard steel plate, but the strength and kinetic energy of the orc still made the spear tip pierce, the elf screamed, and the weight of the orcs crushed him, Yellow Neck used all his strength on the short spear, he gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, the prey under the short spear struggled, his short sword slashed at Yellow Neck's body, but Yellow Neck was an orc warrior, and he had the leather armor that Gersh had extorted from the Grenadas, and this leather armor was not even less defensive than black iron, and its toughness could absorb a large part of the impact of external forces- A blow like this that couldn't find the point of focus could make Yellow Neck feel pain, but it wasn't enough to make him give up his prey.

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The Dragonclaw Knight was bewildered, even though he knew that now was not the time to be confused, but his horror could not be described in words, and the elf who had attacked him, hidden among the branches and leaves, was holding a short spear belonging to the Dragon's Tooth Legion, and of course he could recognize it - all the weapons in Grenada's Legion bore the mark of a dragon, perhaps it could be interpreted as being captured or stolen, but he smelled the smell of dinosaur skin in addition to the lingering stench, and who knew the smell of dinosaurs better than him? And even if the elves capture the dinosaur, they will not wear the skin of this evil monster on their bodies.

His vision was blurry, clear, and he tried to see the enemy's face, but that face was always obscured by the fog, and it was as if he was in a nightmare, and wait, maybe he ......

The Dragonclaw Knight stretched out his hand with the last of his strength and placed it on that hateful face, the flames burst out of his hands, something burned, and in the light of the flames, he finally saw the half-melted face, it had nothing to do with the elves, it was an orc face!

He wanted to scream, to warn his companions and the Red Dragon, even though he wasn't a warlock, not a priest, but he knew that they might have fallen into the despicable trap of the elves, who were not fighting the elves, but their allies, the orcs!

It's a pity that his mind breaks at this point.

Yellowneck's face burned, and the final blow of Grenada's Dragonclaw Knights was not to be underestimated, and the flames immediately spread from his head to his shoulders and arms, and his chest, and he burned like a torch on the Dragonclaw Knight's body until it was reduced to ashes.

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"See?" said the red dragon who was overseering the battle suddenly.

The black-haired Dragonborn looked down, and a small group of elves was retreating from the center of the fierce battle towards the edge of the royal court, their speed was not very fast, but the Grenadas encountered had little room for resistance: "Is there anyone you are familiar with?" the red dragon asked.

"I know everyone here," the black-haired Dragonborn said respectfully, "and know them - for Gredy's sake." ”

The red dragon sneered, "Of course, for Gredi's sake, why not. It stretched out a claw: "Then you can go and meet your friends, I hope they don't be too surprised." ”

The black-haired dragonborn gave it a wicked smile in return, bowed to the red dragon, walked to the edge of the stone platform, and let out a sharp call, and it took only about two or three breaths for a pitch-black human-faced sphinx that seemed to have nothing to do with goodness flapping its wings into their field of vision.

"It's the first time I've seen it," said the red dragon, holding his chin, "a human-faced sphinx of this color." ”

"I like this color, Your Highness the Red Dragon," Keou said, "it's much better than the colors that look like eggs or chrysanthemums." ”

The red dragon laughed and slapped the ground, "You have this interesting mount, and when you get back," he said, "I'm going to ask you how you got together." ”

"We are a match made in heaven, and we can still feel attracted to each other even when we are thousands of miles apart. The black-haired Dragonborn said, causing the red dragon to laugh again. "Go," said it, "come back with the ears of the elves, which are fine decorations, and I will assemble them into a round lamp and hang it in the center of my lair." ”

Keou grimaced under the cover of his dark complexion.

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Gersh has two priests at his side, as well as some of the fiercest and bravest warriors of the Blizzard tribe.

Their ears are filled with irritating shouts, The roars and cries, it is hard to imagine that the elves can be as cowardly and noisy as humans, but this does not seem to hinder their combat power, and the form of the battlefield is strangely in a stalemate, which makes Gersh almost furious, until now, he has not seen a single Grenada appear on the battlefield, no, not one, not one, neither knights, nor warlocks, nor their mounts, they seem to have disappeared, and the enemies of the entire jungle have been thrown to the orcs. Maybe there will be orcs who think this is a good thing, anyway, all the spoils are theirs, only Gersh feels angina when he sees the orcs fall one by one, these are not old and weak women and children who can be used to consume wantonly, but the last and true strength of the orcs, he is worried, whether the Grenada intends to come out to steal the fruit after they have lost both with the elves, Gersh can't imagine that if it really comes to that moment, it is still possible for the orcs to break out of the battle formation of the three legions of Grenada...... Once the orc warriors were wiped out here, their lowly counterparts who remained in the Highlands Norman would have to be driven back to Wuthering Plains by the humans.

If so, how many years will it take for the orcs to regain their original strength, a hundred, or two hundred, or five hundred, a thousand years? There are not many orc tribes left on the plains, and Gersh regretted for a moment that he had forcibly merged all the great tribes, but his heart immediately hardened, he had done nothing wrong, if it weren't for the oracle of Kavu, they would have now possessed half of the Highland Normans, and there would be more to come...... And if the orcs finally perished here, then it can only be said that it is the will of the orc god Kawuxu, and the will of this god has never been taken back, which is something that an orc cannot disobey and resist, and this is still not his fault.

And just as they passed through the towering silver-crowned wood to a wider area, the priests suddenly jumped to their feet, screaming and casting a magic spell stored in the wooden staff, the light of magic lit up in the gloomy environment, making Gersh's eyes tingle, and before that, he had been quick to fall and roll, which allowed him to escape, the two orcs behind him were cut by the invisible wind blade, and the face, neck and arm, and even a deep cut on the chest of one of the priests, but he just lowered his head and sprinkled a handful of powder, and the wound healed。

To Gersh's surprise, there was only one person who came to intercept them, and he jumped off a strange monster, as for how peculiar that monster was...... It didn't look like a creature from the main material realm, or rather, it didn't even count as a living being, it had no head or tail, like a lead-gray cloud.

Gersh turned his gaze back to the man, no, the elves, he was like all elves, with long dark blonde hair and blue eyes, but no matter how he looked at it, Gersh always felt a sense of disobedience.

But the elf was clearly not here to discuss this with them, his eyes were firm and sharp, and even with two priests and twelve strong warriors around him, they still couldn't gain the upper hand. The speed at which the other party casts spells is obviously higher than the magic that the priests prayed for, he may be a warlock, but do the elves have warlocks? But he does not have the slightest stagnation and hesitation that mages often encounter - the spells that mages remember are fixed, and even if there are one or two spells that allow them to change the spells they have prepared in advance, they cannot cope with them as freely as they come. It is important to know that the orc priests possess many magical spells, and they do not let an enemy know in advance what kind of magic they are going to cast.

An orc warrior hides in the darkness, and perhaps he wants to attack him from behind the spellcaster, even if it is only to interrupt his spell for a moment, and the caster's battle cannot tolerate any negligence.

But out of the corner of his eye, Gersh caught a faint shadow, and the smoke suddenly quivered slightly, and then its shape changed, and it elongated and fell from the silver-crowned wood, and then, before Gersh could give a warning, the orc warrior's head was enveloped in a mist, and it barely took him a heartbeat to fall, I say, a headless body, his hands and feet were still twitching, and the elven caster didn't even look back.

The priests had already retreated, and when another orc warrior was hanged alive by the shadow vines, one of the priests unleashed poisonous insects, perhaps thinking that this would allow them to get out of the way. These poisonous insects were greeted by flames, and as soon as the priests smiled, their smug expressions froze, and these poisonous insects, which were not frightened by the burning of ordinary flames, pounced into the flames, and immediately let out a baby-like cry, and the flames scorched them, and the sound of crackling was incessant.

"It's dragon fire. In the uncertain light, Gersh said, "Who are you? How can an elf master dragon fire?"

He struggled to look at the other man, as the king of the orcs, the reason why he was not in the center of the battlefield was because he had always felt that he was not too right, he wished he could find the Grenadas, and now, the feeling of depression that made him feel restless had reached its peak.

"Who are you?!" the Orc King snapped.

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The younger brother of the twin red dragons took a deep breath, and it sent Cremar out of the way, for it didn't know why, but it always had the urge to fall asleep, perhaps because of the precious flesh and blood that he and his brother had shared with him when the other siblings had died before, and even if it wasn't so fresh, the power contained in them still made him salivate. And after devouring that piece of flesh, as now, it had a slight sense of burnout, but this was not its lair, but a dangerous battlefield, and it tried to control itself, but it knew that it had better not have anyone around but itself at this time.