The fire spread, and soon covered the forest land on the west coast, from south to north, from east to west, all the forests in a radius of thousands of square meters were ignited by the fire, becoming a fire belt, until it was blocked by the isolation zone set by the orcs to the north, and then gradually stopped. All the baggage of the elves was burned, and many elves died in the flames......

Bronhill ran through the grass with wide eyes and a panicked expression, behind her, were the priests of the temple and the warriors of the guards, a group of high-ranking people of the Northern Elf Royal Court, except for the Lord of the Great Druid Saruman and the two elders, His Royal Highness the High Priest and the elders had already been separated in the run, which was a fiasco that the elves had never had.

O God! How could this be? Queen Burrenhill couldn't and couldn't believe that the elves' long-brewing Northern Expedition could end up like this.

When she escaped, she was miserable to see that there were countless people buried in the fire with the elves behind her, and the baked tongue of fire chased them all the way to these deserters, constantly eating away at the weakest losers behind them, the most powerful guards around her, as well as the sacrificial group, the mage group, and most of the most noble professionals among the countless elves were swept away by the tongue of fire.

The heat wave of the fire can bake the surface of the elves' bodies from a distance of hundreds of meters, and until now, Brunhill seems to be able to feel the terrifying smell of baking, his body is almost suffocated, his skin is dry, the hot sweat flows out uncontrollably, and everywhere it flows is hot, and his hands and feet seem to be about to cramp. All the will left in her mind was only one belief, that is, to run, to run, to escape from this sea of fire desperately.

Under the terror of the natural power of the forest fire, even the elves who believe in the gods are inevitably terrified. Driven by the fire demons, the elves fled in confusion, where could there be any order.

However, who knew that they had just escaped from the forest fire area, but they were attacked by a large number of orcs, who seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time, and as soon as they met, there was a fierce surprise attack.

Where can the elves like the lost dogs be able to block such an attack, a large number of elves are killed, there is no weapon of war, there is no suspense in the head-to-head battle between the elves and the orcs, even the elven warriors who have experienced a hundred battles are weak in front of an ordinary centaur warrior, it is difficult to resist, the natural strength of the orcs is almost several times and dozens of times that of the elves, and the hand-to-hand combat between the elves and the orcs is like a giant facing a child.

How so, how so, shouldn't the orcs all be ugly stupid, just simple-minded and well-limbed idiots? How could they have planned all these seamless blows, such a complete plan, to set fire in the forest, a fire that even the elves could not extinguish with their untested rainfall techniques, and set up an ambush on the path where the elves fled, to completely wipe out the elven army that crossed the river this time......

Brenhill dodged the stabbing blow of a kobold, kicked the guy down, and then raised his sword with both arms to block the powerful slash of another kobold, these skillful martial arts skills did not need to think at all for a samurai with more than two hundred years of combat experience, all of them became instinctive reaction actions, but even the elven martial saint could not break through the gap between innate physique and strength, and compete with the orcs. After a while, although Brenhill blocked this guy's attack, the orc's strength almost shattered the bones in her shoulder, and Brenhill was slashed by the sword and fell to the ground.

Another kobold rushed over obliquely, the spear stabbed through, swinging a large gap, Burrenshiel got up and faced the spear blade is spinning like a top, the spear blade passed by Berenshire's side, the elf's slender waist was beautiful in the moment of rotation, but in such a beautiful scene, there was a bright knife light flying out of the rotation, bullying the kobold spearman, plopping down, cutting the throat of the spearman.

Blood and blades bloomed like mandala petals, and in such a life-and-death struggle, Brenshire's mind still couldn't stop running...... Again, another orc life died under my sword, but what about the elves, I'm afraid it was the elves who died more in this battle!

She looked around and saw countless elven spirits howling!

Escape! Run!

Under the protection of a group of elven warriors, the Great Druid Saruman finally finished preparing for casting spells, he held his thick wand and struck a hammer blow in the air, there was a muffled sound in the air, and the huge dragon core on the wand instantly emitted a dazzling glow, and a large vine suddenly grew on the ground, quickly winding up, like a giant snake entangled dozens of orc warriors. The branches of the fast-growing vines were green and shiny, glowing with a faint light, and then quickly swelled and tightened on the orcs' bodies, and then with a few pops, the orcs' bodies were twisted into pieces by the vines that had swelled to the limit, and blood flew all over the sky, like a blood-colored mist!

Vomit! Another elf couldn't stand this scene and couldn't help but vomit!

Run, run!

The elves, who had killed all the orc pursuers, picked up their companions and set out on the journey again.

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Leaving behind countless wounded companions on the way, Brenhill and his men fled all the way to the vine bridge by the river, but by this time it had become a battlefield for countless orcs and elves to fight.

The elves guarding the bridge here received the impact of the orc soldiers, and used the ballista and sword sunflower of the army to fight repeatedly with the orcs who impacted, after countless strangulation battles by the river, the corpses of the orcs and elves were all over the ground, and the blood dyed the riverbank and the bridge all red, the ground was slimy, almost unstoppable, and the entire thick layer was all silted blood!

"Hurry up, cross the river!" Brenhill saw another Grand Druid Bruno here! He commanded his apprentices to run the defenses here, and there weren't enough ballistas and sword carts to spare, but it wasn't enough for the Druids of the Order. Dozens of druids gathered together to cast spells at the same time, and hundreds of crossbow trees and sword sunflower trees were temporarily spawned here, densely packed like a small shrub jungle. These hundreds of immovable crossbow trees and sword sunflower trees have become the most powerful defensive weapons on the side of this vine bridge at this time, if it weren't for this, the vine bridge would have fallen long ago.

"Hurry up and cross the river! Her Majesty, Lord Saruman, the High Priest has passed! Hurry up and cross the river, go to the south bank and organize defenses, the south bank ...... There is already a group of leopards passing over and harassing our rear all the time! ”

What the? Brenhill was almost stunned, there were orcs on the other side of the river? When did you go? The orcs organized such a big offensive on the frontal battlefield on the north shore here, but she didn't expect to send a surprise army to harass the rear, she was more and more afraid of the viciousness of the orc commander this time, this is completely a posture of killing everything.

The queen, the Grand Druid, and a group of Druids, and the priests were surrounded across the bridge, and soon after they got onto the bridge, they heard the weapon that could make a thunderous and terrifying sound at the mouth of the vine bridge behind them.