"When will we be able to kill these Orcs?"

In the darkness of night, riding a horse on a high slope to look out at a group of sneaky short figures in the distance, a heavily armed elven leader complained to the adjutant beside him.

"You can't kill them if you don't break Angban." The adjutant replied, "I heard that Your Majesty has recently made a plan to unite with Doreas to attack Angban, but I don't know if it's true. ”

"This news must be a rumor." The team leader waved his hand and said, "With that protective shell, how could that old turtle run out naked?" You know, an old turtle that kicks off its shell and exposes its body is ugly. ”

This caused the cavalrymen sitting on horseback around them to laugh, and their laughter was full of contempt for King Xingar.

The ancient Telleri tribe split between the Sindar, the Nando, and the Falmari who made it to the Blessed Lands of the West.

Farmare's expertise in shipbuilding and navigation is why he is also known as the Sea Elves.

For this reason, the Noldor often use various marine animals as metaphors when expressing their dissatisfaction with Farmare.

This habit was apparently carried over to the Sindar people of Middle-earth.

When Noldor first arrived in Middle-earth, King Singh of Dorias was arrogant, and then King Singh forbade the spread of Noldor's Quenya language, and then watched them fight with their enemies.

Therefore, most of Noldor actually had a big opinion of the gray-robed monarch, and the group of soldiers on the enclosure line even took out the old turtle every once in a while to disdain.

But now was not a good time to laugh at Singar, and after a few laughs, all the soldiers here consciously restrained their emotions.

Seeing that the group of orcs at the end of the line of sight was getting closer and closer, the leading elf was ready to take the lead in the charge as soon as he grabbed the horse's buttocks.

The next moment, however, he suddenly stopped the horse's movements.

A group of cavalry behind him had also been "ready to attack, but the leader suddenly stopped, and they were a little caught off guard, and even caused a chaos."

However, this did not attract the attention of the leading elf, who was now looking up at the deep and dark sky in the distance, and his face became a little strange.

The adjutant was surprised by this, and when he looked into his gaze, he saw a very hazy shadow in the night swooping towards the orcs from above.

Relying on the elf's good vision at night, he saw what the shadow was.

"Is that the Eagle of Thorondo?" His tone was confused.

The encirclement line is very important, so although most of the Great Eagles are entrenched around the hidden Gondolin forest, there are still many that roam high above the area, monitoring the enemy, but they generally do not end up in person.

However, what he saw in front of him broke his perception of it.

I saw that the big eagle not only fell, but also attacked very fiercely.

The black eagle shadow swooped down, and before the enemy could react, it was already like a bolt of lightning "splitting" into the orc team that was embarrassed by the sound of the wind.

So the concealment was no longer there, and under the surprise attack, a sudden scream pierced the silent starry sky in an instant!

Faced with the eagle overhead, the orcs could no longer care about marching cautiously, and at the shout of one of the leaders, they panicked and adjusted their formation, and then their spears and bows aimed at the black shadow in the sky.

Only by this time, the eagle had lost its reckless appearance, and slowly wandered under the starry sky and did not end up, leaving behind a bloody wail of the wounded, as well as many dead bodies and stumps and broken arms.

It seemed that this attack had come to an end for the time being, but the sharp-eyed elves could clearly see that on the back of the eagle, there seemed to be a figure slowly standing up!

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it...... Is he looking for death? ”

The adjutant said faintly, and the cavalry leader beside him nodded in the same way.

It's one thing to be able to ride an eagle, but it's another thing to stand up on the back of an eagle, and there's no protection in the air, it's a death-seeking move.

But what happened next shattered their thoughts.

I saw that after hovering for a while, the eagle actually dived down and flew down again, but just as the half-orc team below was ready to counterattack, the eagle shadow in the sky suddenly stopped!

But it stopped, but the attack did not stop.

Everything in the darkness of the night was hazy, so the elves could not see the specifics, but the sudden screams could be heard over a large distance.

The slightly obvious rain of black arrows rushed into the sky, but the distance between the two sides was already very long, and the eagle was very dexterous, so it easily dodged it.

Then, the figure standing on the eagle moved again.

Dive, stop, shoot, scream......

The successive attacks, though not very serious, caused a great deal of panic to the team of half-orcs below who were no less than a hundred.

They are unable to attack the enemy, but the enemy relies on their agility and positional ability to attack at will.

After a few moments, the very obvious leader orc had been killed by an arrow, and his successor had also followed in his footsteps.

"He can't go on like this forever." The adjutant who watched from afar said, "Even if he can keep that magical standing all the time, he can't have an endless stream of arrows." ”

He was right, and shortly after repeating the attack, the eagle's figure stopped shooting.

However, just when the elves thought that this unexpected raid was finally over, the figure on the eagle's body jumped down under a swoop of the eagle!

This frightened the cavalrymen.

Although the group of enemies in the distance had been greatly reduced by the continuous attacks, it was still not small.

At this time, the attacker jumped alone into the group of orcs, it was too careless, right?

The cavalry could not look any further, and the horn of the attack suddenly sounded, and then the group of elven cavalry, which had been hidden for a long time, poured down the high slope, and the increasing speed of the horses made their charge seem unstoppable.

The trumpets of the cavalry charge were loud in the vast plains.

Under the starry sky, the group of orcs were angrily attacking the figure that descended on their ranks, but they were startled by this sound, and many orcs didn't care whether their little short legs could outrun those cavalry, and they turned around and ran towards the north of the plain.

The knight in the lead laughed at this, and then waved the flag in his hand, signaling the team to speed up.

However, what happened next suddenly put a sudden brake on his originally excited mood.

It's not that something bad happened, it's that what happened on the battlefield was too weird.

Seeing that many of the fleeing enemies hadn't run a few steps, some orcs who were originally in the same camp actually slashed directly at their own kind with weapons in their hands!

Look at the ferocity, as if you are not facing the same kind, but a real enemy.

"They...... Are they pretending to be in league with us? ”

The bewildered murmur was drowned out by the sound of a large number of horses' hooves, and many of the horsemen who were puzzled completed the charge in a slightly stunned manner.

However, even in the face of Noldor's cruel iron hoof, those orcs who "pretended to be their own people" still did not show the slightest "flaw"!

Until death comes.