"How can this be ?!!"

On the battlefield of Hinterland, the same words echoed in the hearts of both sides, except that one side was surprised and surprised, and the other side was unacceptable and mixed with Sistic fury.

The handsome and upright elven knights, holding swords and shields, stepping on various auras under their feet, stood still like a reef in the sea, and cooperated with the dwarven comrades around them to fight back the attacks of the orcs again and again.

Defense, attack, and rebound damage, under the power of magic, these elven knights are like a battle array of thorns, dragging all the orcs into the mire, not only not to achieve an inch, but to make themselves scarred.

“fire！”

Behind the elven knights, the firepower of the mages and the far-travelers poured down, and the huge fireballs mixed with the rain of arrows were like ploughing the ground, and wave after wave began to harvest the lives of the orcs in front.

"Passionate!"

With the adjutant's shout, thousands of elven knights suddenly took a step forward in unison, raised their swords from behind their shields, and the next moment a white light flashed.

Poof! Poof!

There was a sound of swords entering the flesh, and I saw countless snow-white sword shadows, and the orcs who were still resisting were chopped to the ground one after another, covered with sword marks, and there was still the last wisp of dazedness and fear in their eyes.

The battlefield suddenly quieted down, and in a short period of time, the troops of the orcs at the forefront of the battle formation were slaughtered, and the empty space composed of blood and corpses made the bloodthirsty orcs stunned for a while, and forgot to charge.

Whether it's orcs. Or humans and dwarves, no one thought about it. The elven race, which has always been known for magic, still has such elite warriors.

Ride on a war horse. Tulayan looked at those majestic elven knights, and immediately clenched his fists in annoyance, if he could communicate with Lord Lothar again, I'm afraid the war with the orcs would have been over long ago!

And beside him, Uther was also full of emotion, and whispered to Tulayan: "It seems that we need to revise the evaluation of our elven allies, elven clan, it seems that there are not only mages and rangers, these knights are probably not inferior to our silver hand!" ”

Tulayan nodded silently. Then he looked at Still and Brooks. Mo Wen, who stood in a ball, showed a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and suddenly tightened his reins.

"Alright, that's the end of the chat, it's time for us to come out and let these orcs see the power of the Silver Hand!"

Having heard of the feud between the young paladin and a certain prince, Uther was not angry when he saw this, but was a little eager to try, and the holy light on his body bloomed like the sun. Although they are all allies, as a warrior, how can they be willing to be compared to others?

The horses neighed, and the next moment the Silver Hand and the Terran knights were like a white wave. Killed directly from the right flank, and plunged straight into the center of the orc battle formation, looking at the posture. He was going to cut off the orcs entirely.

At the same time, Kudran, who was flying in the air, also raised the hammer in his hand. He shouted to the griffon knights behind him, "Warriors of the Brute Hammer Tribe. Are you now going to watch your comrades fight alone? Raise your hammers and follow me! ”

The eagle cried in the air, and in the fierce wind, the griffons roared down, constantly grabbing the orc soldiers, tearing them apart or throwing them down, splashing with bursts of blood.

The battle situation suddenly became chaotic, 10,000 against 30,000, and the tribe that had always been fierce in terms of absolute superiority in numbers gradually showed signs of collapse.

Their vanguard could not break through the defenses of the elven knights and dwarves, the elven mages and rangers unleashed their fire on them, the Knights of the Silver Hand were more like blunt knives that cut flesh, their formations were shattered, and the griffons that swooped down from time to time were a headache.

The orcs are now just numbly charged, and then blocked, and finally die under the fireballs of the elves, the rain of arrows, or the spears of the silver hand, if it weren't for the demon's blood and inherited the crazy desire to fight, I'm afraid the whole battle situation would collapse, but even so, if there is no chance to reverse, it will collapse sooner or later, after all, the orcs are just not afraid of death now, not thinking about death.

With a twist of his waist, the blue-purple greatsword slashed through a wonderful arc, slashing at the burly orc's giant axe from the side, sending the latter flying straight away.

Mo Wen, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, smiled lightly and looked at Blox. Sarufar said: "Aren't you in a hurry, if you continue like this, your army will be wiped out!" ”

A trace of worry flashed in Brooks's eyes, but then he said viciously: "The battle is not over yet, and it is not certain who will win and who will lose!" ”

And listening to Brooks's words, Mo Wen's heart was condensed, and sure enough, those guys should still be here.

The battle continued, the alliance's victory was becoming more and more obvious, and it would take a little more than half a day to completely wipe out the orcs, but the commanders of the tribe didn't know what to think, and the battle reached this point, and there was no sign of retreat.

"--Rush!"

He rushed back and forth in the orc's battle array, his armor was covered with blood, and the sword in his hand was also full of gaps, but Tulayan didn't care, turned his horse's head excitedly, and was about to lead the knights to charge towards the orcs again.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the horses under him suddenly stood up uncontrollably, almost throwing him off the horse directly, and not only him, but even all the knights' horses behind him lost control at the same time.

"What's going on?"

It took a lot of effort to quiet his horse, and Tulayan looked at Uther beside him and asked suspiciously.

The latter shook his head and looked at the sky, where the griffons also began to rage inexplicably, and although they did not want to go any further, like their horses, they kept flying around, tightening their formation, and on the alert as if they were facing a great enemy.

"I hope it doesn't do what I think, or we're in big trouble this time!"

Muttering and whispering, Uther's face was horribly gloomy at this time.

And then everybody felt it, and it was like a tsunami of tremendous pressure.

In the sky far away from the battlefield, dozens of small black dots suddenly appeared, and then continued to grow larger in just a few breaths, revealing their hideous appearance.

Huge bodies like small hills, red scales glowing with cold light, wings like clouds, behind the orcs, dozens of red dragons roared, and sitting on their backs, there were green-skinned orcs.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, how can a dragon help an orc!"

There was a sudden panic in the alliance army, and almost all the commanders cursed secretly, you must know that even the elves who have always been arrogant know the power of these dragons, if it were not for the relatively small number, no race in this world is their opponent, even the high elves who have always been arrogant have to admit it.

"Is it finally here?"

Looking at the dragons who were gradually approaching, Mo Wen's face began to be slightly solemn, but a dodge opened the distance between him and Brooks.

"Prince Ben still has something to do, so he doesn't deserve you to play!"

But Brooks was willing to let him go, and with a wave of the giant axe in his hand, he pounced on Mo Wen again, roaring loudly.

"Don't want to leave, stay for me!"

But in the face of the oncoming giant axe, Mo Wen chuckled, a ball of white light lit up in his hand, and then slammed it to the ground.

The next moment, in a white light, a black giant snake more than ten meters long and a golden phoenix with flames all over its body intercepted in front of Brooks, forcibly blocking its way.

"Bastard!"

Blocked by the two giant beasts, Brooks could only watch as Mo Wen shrugged at it, and then disappeared in place with a flicker.

Unwilling, angry, and holding back the fire in his belly, the orc could only vent his anger on the two giant beasts in front of him, and the giant axe in his hand moved, roaring and rushing forward.

Suddenly, the mountains shook, the body of the giant snake kept rolling, the sharp fangs flashed with cold light, the phoenix kept crying, the rolling flames brought up bursts of smoke, and in between, the strong orcs kept jumping and moving, wielding huge axes like civets.

On the other side, temporarily freed from the entanglement of Sarufar, when Mo Wen reappeared, the people were already suspended above the alliance army. Taking a deep breath, looking at the dragons that were close at hand, he sighed softly, "Twenty-one third-rate rank ones, nine second-rate ones?" This Red Dragon Legion is really generous, but it's not difficult to deal with! ”

With a low snort, Mo Wen's hands suddenly closed.

"Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Array!"

The next moment, the black clouds gathered, the sky and the earth changed, and a huge red magic array appeared in the sky.

The flames rolled, the fierce spirits howled, and the bright red fire dragons rolled wildly in the clouds, and the entire battlefield was reflected in blood as if it were the end of the world.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent, and both the tribe and the alliance stopped the battle in their hands and looked up at this strange scene in unison.

Beneath the overwhelming sea of black clouds, the crimson flames churned incessantly, and strange serpentine creatures shuttled back and forth in the fire clouds. Below them, huge red dragons flapped their wings, griffons chirped restlessly, and the whole world was covered in black and red except for one or two rays of sunlight leaking through the clouds, like a battlefield in an epic mythology.

Manipulating the huge magic circle, Mo Wen was suspended in the air, his long golden hair stood without wind, his eyes looked at the Red Dragon Legion in front of him, and asked indifferently.

"Dragons, why are you here?" (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the casual messing, Lan Lingxiao, dadia, xuyiqing198 monthly pass and the stone on the frozen throne, and the world for the reward driven by love.