Despite the mystery of what had happened before, the situation on the perilous battlefield was so dynamic that no one paid attention to what was happening overhead once it had dissipated.

The elves resist the onslaught of the enemy, constantly angry at the dwindling companions around them, but it is difficult not to follow in their footsteps.

The strongest of the Noldor tribe is actually the cavalry charge, but the unusual means of the northern enemy directly abolished their means, and they can only defend passively.

It's just that because the front line is too long, this kind of defense is obviously not satisfactory.

The thunder was extinguished, and the rarity of the fire demons and dragons struck at them, and the long red whip bound and entangled one soldier after another and threw them into the air from the walls, eventually falling to death or being swallowed up by the orcs.

The situation in Dosunian is moving more and more towards collapse.

During this time, some elves remembered the power of thunder not long ago, and still had some hope for it. In reality, however, Charles was already too busy to take care of himself.

He felt Morgoth's presence!

Despite the fact that the real body of the other party did not arrive. But judging from the special aura that kept surging in all directions, he still thought that Morgoth had set his "sights" on him.

At the moment, he is in a very special state, as if his whole person has turned into a black thundercloud, and the power that has been brewing for a long time in his heart maintains the continuation of this state, making him thunder and lightning everywhere in his thoughts, and his power is quite high.

However, when a wave of dark forces began to erode his clouds from all directions, his previous active attack had to turn into passive defense.

The surging force was as cold as the boundless darkness of the midnight, yet as hot as the lava that spread across the earth.

As he resisted, Charles felt that the power of his will that had supported him was constantly slowing down and dissipating.

He resisted with all his might, but the power seemed to be as deep and vast as infinity, and his resistance was like a stone sinking into the sea.

I saw that the originally dark clouds in the sky gradually returned to the original dark red color in the turmoil of the battle below-

Just like the rest of the northern sky!

Charles was at a loss for what to do, feeling that he was not dealing with any tangible existence, but with a special substance, like time, like space, and other intangible concepts.

At the same time, as he continued to "shrink", gradually, he found that this peculiar concept was not completely detached from the substance, but was faintly connected to some existence-

It was a large army of darkness under the skies that was on the offensive towards Dosonian.

They sustain its existence!

Charles had a vague suspicion, but he didn't wait for him to learn more about the power. The forces that maintain their current form can no longer be sustained.

Then I saw the last dark clouds in the sky surging violently, and finally completely assimilated by the dark red around them.

Then a small figure was "spit out" by the clouds, and it quickly fell freely towards the vast land.

The sudden return of his physical senses made Charles feel uncomfortable for a moment, and the constant sound of violent wind around him hindered his senses.

The long jet-black hair was blown by the strong wind, and it fell from a height of several thousand meters, and the violent sense of suspension made the young elf's heart beat faster.

It's just that Charles, who has had this experience, is not panicked, resisting the violent air currents around him, raising his hand to point in front of him, and the other hand is spread out like a support and pressed down towards him.

A dazzling light flashed from its fingertips, and at the same time, it may have been affected by coincidence, or it may have been indirectly affected, and the dark red clouds in the sky that were already in turmoil happened to reveal an obvious hole.

The starry sky and the cold light of the silver moon took the opportunity to drill in, swaying down and enveloping his body.

As a result, the small existence that should have fallen rapidly suddenly disappeared into a large amount of light.

The dark clouds gathered again, the luster of the stars and the moon converged and disappeared, and a figure with scattered hair instantly appeared next to a certain elven archer, panting and in a disorganized shape.

The other party was stunned, but after a quick glance, he repeated his attention to the battlefield.

After a short break, the same is true for the Charles.

His bow and arrows were still as lethal as they had been at the beginning, but they were a little more sluggish, and it was clear that everything that had taken their toll on him before, but not to the point of being powerless.

However, without the assistance of Thunder, the battlefield finally returned to the point of speaking with strength.

The shouts of slaughter shook the sky, and soon after, the surrounding stubbornly resisting sections of the city walls were captured, and countless elves had to draw their swords to engage the large number of enemy troops.

The same is true for the Charles, who kill with each attack, and his dexterous gait and the sturdy armor he wears keep him largely intact, allowing him to escape with his special abilities even if danger arises.

During this period, a piercing pillar of light erupted from the palm of his hand, rushing straight into the air, crushing hundreds of enemy troops north of the battle line into a cloud of dust!

The brightness and brilliance were extremely dazzling, but the outcome of the overall front would not change because of this.

Eventually, Charles had to retreat with the remaining soldiers around him.

Under the dark red overcast sky, the silver front contracted, the darkness took advantage of the momentum, and after most of the night, Dosonian's frontline defense finally failed, and the remaining soldiers began to retreat.

This retreat is like a collapsed embankment.

The whole heights of Dosonian are actually very vast, and there are actually many other areas to defend except for the front front.

Flat plains, hidden and dense woodlands, steep and dangerous rocky forests, and so on.

However, even if the Noldor cavalry, which had endured for a long time on the plains, burst out and fought a large counterattack, they were unable to resist the huge number of enemies.

The war lasted two days and two nights of brutality, and the scenes of death were repeated all the time, screams and snorts, roars and shouts, metal clashes and weapons dull penetration, footsteps, moans, wails, and weeping......

The tranquility of the pine forest was shattered, and the corpses of elves or orcs gradually spread across the highlands, and the torrents of blood gathered into pools, and finally penetrated into the muddy surface and solidified a dark red.

The situation has changed from stubborn resistance to more and more inclined towards darkness, and the number of elves has decreased sharply, and the original idea of retreat has been proposed by a certain general again.

Behind Dosonian was a steep cliff from which the spiders were able to climb up, but the elves were clearly unable to escape.

At the same time, the spreading sea of magma also blocked the other roads, and they kept retreating, and they had only one inaccessible and dangerous path to choose from.

It's just that the army of orcs who are in hot pursuit can't give them a chance to escape safely!

Death and killing are still happening.

However, just when there were not many remaining elves left, and they were about to be completely destroyed, a group of eagles falling from the sky suddenly appeared and successfully rescued them.

With the instigation of the wings, a strong wind blew a group of orcs around, and the remnants of the elves, which were less than a hundred, were carried high into the air by the eagles, and far away from the Dosonian region.

It seems to have escaped smoothly, but it means that the defense line here has been completely lost!