Anti-piracy chapters

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The texture of the new hallway resembles some kind of long-rotten wood, and it is long and dim. The ceiling of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is very high, and on the right is a row of iron rings, which have been corroded. There seems to be some kind of carving on the floor underfoot, but it can't be seen at all, and it must be the result of time washing. Zhao Kun walked on the ground, and the wooden plank under his feet still made a clattering sound, as if it was empty.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, a small voice could be heard in the passage of the web of filth, as if someone was talking indistinctly, and it was unsettling coming from inside the walls. Even he, who had obtained the Igronac inheritance, was inexplicably uneasy as he walked through this corridor.

The further you go, the louder the sound coming from behind the wall and is no longer limited to whispering. Every now and then, the hallway would be swayed, as if something was about to break through the wall. At the same time, there was a faint shrill flute sound behind it, which made people even more flustered and difficult to calm down.

Faced with this situation, all Zhao Kun could do was speed up and pass through this long corridor as soon as possible. He was now interested in the filthy force, and the rest of the Internet channel could not interest him.

He also can't raise interest. Curiosity kills cats, especially in this environment......

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The wings flapped once, twice, and the storm crow rushed straight into the sky. Every time I shoot it, I fly it a long way. In the form of a crow, Zhao Kun flew very easily. Although most of the time, he appears as a Night Elf with antlers, but in the air, he is just as comfortable and at ease.

The cold wind blew in gusts, but Zhao Kun was unmoved, and soon flew to the Black Coast, and gradually approached the new defense line set up by the Night Elves in the direction of the Gray Valley - this defense line was breached, which was the main reason why he couldn't help but fly over to investigate.

He flew calmly and easily, and by the time the sun had set, the druids had already appeared in what had once been the Night Elf frontier outpost. But now it's on fire.

"Reorganize the queue!" He shouted, giving orders to the Night Elves who were in a state of collapse.

At this time, although the Night Elves stationed here are in a state of being outnumbered, they are still fighting vigorously, scattered but not chaotic, but they are fighting separately and the numerical disadvantage makes them have the upper hand. Fortunately, the raiding orcs also had problems with scheduling, and they were completely scattered, allowing the Night Elves to seize several opportunities in the chaotic battle.

However, the numerical inferiority caused them to be divided and surrounded, and then several squads were defeated one after another. Therefore, as soon as Zhao Kun landed, he first went to collect the elven troops that had been defeated and defeated.

With a wave of his right hand, Zhao Kun asked for excess leaves from the surrounding trees. He only needs the strongest leaves, but there must be more and more of them, and he must be fast.

The trees immediately poured everything they had, and hundreds of leaves fell from the towering canopy. Zhao Kun used his mana to create a whirlwind and introduced the fallen leaves into it after being strengthened with spells.

The leaves enhanced by the druid's spells continued to pour into the whirlwind, spinning faster and more in number. At first, the orcs didn't care about the leaves, because they weren't much of a hindrance. But when the edge of a sharp leaf cut through their rudimentary leather armor, blood flowed out.

Enraged, the orcs struck the offending leaves with all their might, but it was useless, and as the wind whirled, wounds appeared on their palms, legs, and torsos. The whirlwind grew stronger, and the edges of the whistling leaves were like sharp blades, cutting the orcs at every turn.

At the same time, some of the retreating sentinels had already assembled at his call. And after the single column of archers, the infantry and spear cavalry were also regrouping.

As he controlled the whirlwind to attack the orcs, he threw a serenity in the direction of the Night Elves' assembled troops, a spell that could heal most injuries that didn't involve mutilated limbs or broken bones in a few breaths.

"Huntress! Charge! ”

As the whirlwind cleared, Zhao Kun, who thought that the huntress had enough distance to charge, gave the order. He didn't count the number of survivors, and there were more leopards rushing past him than he had expected. This relieved the druids slightly. At the very least, this army will also be improvised.

More than thirty large kittens with muscular knots rushed to the enemy. The huntress held their shields and lowered their spears, pointing the tips straight ahead. The leopards charged.

Since the orcs were not as organized as the Night Elves, most of the orcs failed to organize a cavalry charge. Only two Nightblade leopards were wounded, letting out a howl of pain.

In general, the charge was quite effective. The cavalry penetrated the ranks of the orcs with precision, cutting the scattered orcs apart and successfully rescuing their comrades in the encirclement.

The huntress quickly retreated as per their usual training. But at this moment, a rain of arrows from the east had already fallen.

The four Nightbladed Leopards fell immediately, and after a few moments the losses doubled. Huntress suffered even more casualties, their shields struggling to defend against attacks from behind. In just a few seconds, the leopards and their riders were already battered.

A battle horn sounded. There was a loud roar in the forest.

New orcs swarmed out of the forest and rushed straight at them. Under the timely and accurate shooting of the archers gathered behind Zhao Kun, the enemy at the front was almost completely annihilated. Unfortunately, the orcs followed suit, and countless arrows flew over their heads to shoot at the Night Elf archers. Several sentries were killed by arrows, and the ranks of archers scattered.

Zhao Kun shouted at the remaining spear cavalry and ordered them to move closer to him.

"Get them back!" The druid ordered. "Give the archers and other soldiers time to regroup! Now, charge me! ”

He simply turned into a giant bear with a small body and a rather messy coat. To the Night Elves, it is theoretically a black bear, but it has white fur except for its eye sockets, ears, limbs, and shoulder blades......

In short, led by the black and white bear, the cavalry turned and rushed towards the incoming orcs again. Zhao Kun directly pounced on the first few orc warriors and turned them into several sections.

The orcs began to cower and were forced back by the cavalry.

Another rain of arrows rained down on the orcs, mixed with several spinning blades, causing even more casualties in the orc's front ranks. The texture of the new hallway resembles some kind of long-rotten wood, and it is long and dim. The ceiling is high, and on the right is a row of iron rings, which have been rusted and do not look like they. There seems to be some kind of carving on the floor underfoot, but it can't be seen at all, and it must be the result of time washing. Zhao Kun walked on the ground, and the wooden plank under his feet still made a clattering sound, as if it was empty.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, a small voice could be heard in the passage of the web of filth, as if someone was talking indistinctly, and it was unsettling coming from inside the walls. Even he, who had obtained the Igronac inheritance, was inexplicably uneasy as he walked through this corridor.

The further you go, the louder the sound coming from behind the wall and is no longer limited to whispering. Every now and then, the hallway would be swayed, as if something was about to break through the wall. At the same time, there was a faint shrill flute sound behind it, which made people even more flustered and difficult to calm down.

Faced with this situation, all Zhao Kun could do was speed up and pass through this long corridor as soon as possible. He was now interested in the filthy force, and the rest of the Internet channel could not interest him.

He also can't raise interest. Curiosity kills cats, especially in this environment......

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The wings flapped once, twice, and the storm crow rushed straight into the sky. Every time I shoot it, I fly it a long way. In the form of a crow, Zhao Kun flew very easily. Although most of the time, he appears as a Night Elf with antlers, but in the air, he is just as comfortable and at ease.

The cold wind blew in gusts, but Zhao Kun was unmoved, and soon flew to the Black Coast, and gradually approached the new defense line set up by the Night Elves in the direction of the Gray Valley - this defense line was breached, which was the main reason why he couldn't help but fly over to investigate.

He flew calmly and easily, and by the time the sun had set, the druids had already appeared in what had once been the Night Elf frontier outpost. But now it's on fire.

"Reorganize the queue!" He shouted, giving orders to the Night Elves who were in a state of collapse.

At this time, although the Night Elves stationed here are in a state of being outnumbered, they are still fighting vigorously, scattered but not chaotic, but they are fighting separately and the numerical disadvantage makes them have the upper hand. Fortunately, the raiding orcs also had problems with scheduling, and they were completely scattered, allowing the Night Elves to seize several opportunities in the chaotic battle.

However, the numerical inferiority caused them to be divided and surrounded, and then several squads were defeated one after another. Therefore, as soon as Zhao Kun landed, he first went to collect the elven troops that had been defeated and defeated.

With a wave of his right hand, Zhao Kun asked for excess leaves from the surrounding trees. He only needs the strongest leaves, but there must be more and more of them, and he must be fast.

The trees immediately poured everything they had, and hundreds of leaves fell from the towering canopy. Zhao Kun used his mana to create a whirlwind and introduced the fallen leaves into it after being strengthened with spells.

The leaves enhanced by the druid's spells continued to pour into the whirlwind, spinning faster and more in number. At first, the orcs didn't care about the leaves, because they weren't much of a hindrance. But when the edge of a sharp leaf cut through their rudimentary leather armor, blood flowed out.

Enraged, the orcs struck the offending leaves with all their might, but it was useless, and as the wind whirled, wounds appeared on their palms, legs, and torsos. The whirlwind grew stronger, and the edges of the whistling leaves were like sharp blades, cutting the orcs at every turn.

At the same time, some of the retreating sentinels had already assembled at his call. And after the single column of archers, the infantry and spear cavalry were also regrouping.

As he controlled the whirlwind to attack the orcs, he threw a serenity in the direction of the Night Elves' assembled troops, a spell that could heal most injuries that didn't involve mutilated limbs or broken bones in a few breaths.

"Huntress! Charge! ”

As the whirlwind cleared, Zhao Kun, who thought that the huntress had enough distance to charge, gave the order. He didn't count the number of survivors, and there were more leopards rushing past him than he had expected. This relieved the druids slightly. At the very least, this army will also be improvised.

More than thirty large kittens with muscular knots rushed to the enemy. The huntress held their shields and lowered their spears, pointing the tips straight ahead. The leopards charged.

Since the orcs were not as organized as the Night Elves, most of the orcs failed to organize a cavalry charge. Only two Nightblade leopards were wounded, letting out a howl of pain.

In general, the charge was quite effective. The cavalry penetrated the ranks of the orcs with precision, cutting the scattered orcs apart and successfully rescuing their comrades in the encirclement.

The huntress quickly retreated as per their usual training. But at this moment, a rain of arrows from the east had already fallen.

The four Nightbladed Leopards fell immediately, and after a few moments the losses doubled. Huntress suffered even more casualties, their shields struggling to defend against attacks from behind. In just a few seconds, the leopards and their riders were already battered.

A battle horn sounded. There was a loud roar in the forest.

New orcs swarmed out of the forest and rushed straight at them. Under the timely and accurate shooting of the archers gathered behind Zhao Kun, the enemy at the front was almost completely annihilated. Unfortunately, the orcs followed suit, and countless arrows flew over their heads to shoot at the Night Elf archers. Several sentries were killed by arrows, and the ranks of archers scattered.

Zhao Kun shouted at the remaining spear cavalry and ordered them to move closer to him.

"Get them back!" The druid ordered. "Give the archers and other soldiers time to regroup! Now, charge me! ”

He simply turned into a giant bear with a small body and a rather messy coat. To the Night Elves, it is theoretically a black bear, but it has white fur except for its eye sockets, ears, limbs, and shoulder blades......

In short, led by the black and white bear, the cavalry turned and rushed towards the incoming orcs again. Zhao Kun directly pounced on the first few orc warriors and turned them into several sections.

The orcs began to cower and were forced back by the cavalry.

Another rain of arrows rained down on the orcs, mixed with several spinning blades, causing even more casualties in the orc's front ranks. (To be continued.) )