Chapter 282: Counting the Casualties

The battlefield lasted for half an hour again, once this was the most noble place in the hearts of the dwarves, here is the holy place in the hearts of the dwarves, the Lonely Mountain Royal Court, but now this is a terrifying slaughterhouse, there is a very interesting sentence in the ancient poetry of China. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Blood can drift.

It means that the blood that flows becomes a river, and even the boat can float on it.

At this moment, it is very good to describe this place, the ground under your feet has become blood red, and the shoes will soak the entire upper of the shoes when you step on them, and the rich bloody atmosphere makes people feel disgusting, and there are moans and fears around them, at this time, the half-orcs who are missing the root line of their brains also put down the weapons in their hands in fear, and buried their heads on the ground like an ostrich and trembled, as for the elves, the army of 10,000 people is less than two thousand at this time, and Thrandil, as the king of the jungle, has death in his eyes at this time, With a pained face, he looked at the few remaining troops behind him, and his proudest son, Legolas, had been loyally waiting by his side.

Thranduil trembled, behind him was a huge part of the army of the entire dense forest, but at this time it was completely wiped out, and the army of tens of thousands of elves was less than two thousand people at this time, you must know that the elves have a long lifespan, and each of them can basically be said to be immortal as long as it is not for human reasons, and the oldest elves have lived for more than seven thousand years.

Every creature can't be perfect, the shortcoming of longevity elves is that it is difficult to give birth, otherwise they would have unified the world without aging race, where are there dwarves and humans, and now after this battle, the dark forest as one of the three elven kingdoms has completely declined, and the male elves have died, and now there are only some armies and some female elves left in the forest to protect their homes.

"Haha, hahaha, I'm a sinner!"

Thranduil held the sword in his hand, his face was covered with blood, and he let out a miserable cry from the sky, and after saying that, he picked up the sword in his hand and was about to wipe it off his neck.

"No," Legolas said loudly as he snatched the sword from his father's hand, "Father, it's not your fault, don't do it. ”

"Hahaha, it's not my fault, hahaha" Thranduil's laughter was already a little crazy, and he pointed to the dead bodies around him and said, "See? It was I who brought them into the hands of death, it was me, it was me! ”

Legolas looked at the dead corpse in front of him and his eyes were red, but he still pulled his father's arm and said, "Father, it's not your fault, these are the damn demon courts, you can't die, what if you die in our dense forest?" ”

"What to do? Of course, it's left to our demon court. A deep voice sounded overhead.

Hearing this voice, everyone's faces changed greatly, and the long sword in his hand quickly picked up and pointed at the sky, only to see the Bat King inciting these two huge wings to look at him with a smile in the air.

Seeing the arrival of the Bat King, Thrandil's eyes were full of murderous intent and madness, and he stabbed at the Bat King with the long sword in his hand.

"Hmph, vulnerable."

The Bat King sneered, and when the long sword was about to touch him, his body turned into a ball of bats and scattered, the bats flew in the air and finally took shape behind Thranduil and turned into the Bat King again, at this time, the Bat King grabbed his right hand sword from behind Thranduil, and the other hand was only locked around his neck.

This pose would have been beautiful if it had been done by a couple, but looking at it now, well, it was still beautiful, mainly because Thranduil had also reached the point of being beautiful.

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?"

The Bat King's right hand clasped tightly around Thrandel's neck, his lips whispered in front of his pointed ear, and he stretched out his tongue and licked Thranduil's neck gently.

Newt and Wolverine in the distance saw each other looking at each other, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and they subconsciously took a step back.

"The Bat King still has this hobby?" Newt signaled to Wolverine with his eyes.

"I don't know, by the way, has the Bat King communicated with you alone before?" Wolverine's eyes flickered at the same time, and he instantly read Newt's eyes, and quickly replied.

"No, do you have?"

"Neither do I."

In the end, the two nodded to each other, and at the same time expressed a meaning: "You must stay away from the Bat King in the future." ”

In the distance, Thranduil and the Bat King were still in a stalemate, and the Bat King grabbed Thrandil's neck, and the wings behind him flew into the sky, shouting loudly: "Take care of the battlefield." ”

After another quarter of an hour, the battle on the entire battlefield was over, and the remaining elves were escorted aside by their weapons, as well as the orcs.

"Come on, count the battlefield." The Bat King snorted coldly and said.

After a while, a vampire with a sturdy figure appeared in front of the Bat King and said loudly: "Marshal Qiyu, this time our army sent a total of 3,000 werewolves, 3,000 aliens, 5,000 vampires, and 200 giants, killing a total of 8,000 elven troops, and the remaining 2,000 have been controlled, 15,000 half-orcs, and the remaining 3,000 have been controlled." ”

"What about casualties?"

"Among them, the werewolf army died three hundred and fifty-two, the aliens died four hundred and eighty-one, the vampires died three hundred and sixty-five, and the giants suffered zero casualties." The man bowed his head and said respectfully.

Hearing the loss reported by his subordinates, the Bat King's face turned cold, and he scolded in a deep voice: "A bunch of waste. ”

You must know that this record is actually very good, with only 1,000 casualties, defeated an army of 20,000 people, if it was placed in ancient times, it would be a great victory, a great victory to go down in history, but in the eyes of the Bat King, it is not the case, with the almost immortal lives of werewolves and vampires, there are still such large casualties, and the death of the alien is not counted, no matter how they say it, it is just a biological weapon.

"Hold them down."

The Bat King ordered the werewolf army to bring Thranduil and his Legolas up, and at this time, the armor on the two of them was tattered, the long swords in their hands had been broken, and there were wounds of different sizes on their bodies, their faces were covered with blood, and their eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent.

"Why bother? I have long said that only surrender is the only way out. The Bat King looked at the tragic situation of the two and said with a smile on his face.

"Bah, if you have the guts, you will kill me, or I, Thranduil, swear in the name of the elves, and I will not die." Although Thranduil was a prisoner at this time, the noble momentum on his body was even more obvious, and a temperament that would rather die than give in made the eyes of Jisa and Storm Girl around him shine.

"You should be glad that you are the person appointed by His Majesty, otherwise you would think that you would still be here to be hard with me," he said after speaking, and stepped forward and lightly tapped his right hand on Thrandil's chin and whispered, "Maybe we will still exist as colleagues." ”