In the distance, the sound of Welsky's flaming arrows was heard in the distance, and the sound of griffon knights chasing after him in the sky, but Adric didn't feel that his side had any advantage. Because he was surrounded by an orc, a dwarf

It was a werewolf who spoke to him, and although he already knew that these orcs were no different from humans under the teachings of Cedros, it was still indescribably strange to talk to such a beast face to face for the first time. Although the spear just now was on par with his one, the pure strength component in it was stronger than the relatively thin Dou Qi, and from this point of view, it was indeed the masterpiece of one of these orcs, but from the feeling of it, Adric really didn't want to believe that this beast could actually use Dou Qi.

Vindictive. That is the goal that countless warriors aspire to, and being able to have this kind of power is not only a representative of combat effectiveness, but also a manifestation of experience, will, and spirit to a certain level. But now this meaning is actually embodied in the body of a werewolf, which is like a wild dog that has won the title pursued by countless people, so that I can't help but believe it.

However, this 'unwillingness' is just a fleeting emotional feeling, the Templar Knight's judgment is as calm as ice at all times, accurate as the tools of the dwarven craftsmen, that is the strongest weapon that a top warrior possesses, and Adric can see that the calm attitude of the orcs around him, as quiet as a virgin, is ready to attack at any time as if they have tightened their bowstrings, which is the momentum and spiritual quality that only a true warrior has. It's just this momentum that Adric almost subconsciously forgets their orc identity.

And it's not just the momentum of this warrior that is even more dangerous. And their equipment. The sheer size of the game meant the same amount of damage, especially the massive hammer in the ogre's hand, which Adric couldn't defend against even the Radiant Warframe.

Immediately after falling from the air into the woods, he didn't even wait for the griffon knights behind him to run towards the place where the spear was thrown, but what he saw was such a strange encirclement that he already understood that it was an elaborate trap.

"Didn't Gru come?" asked Adric in a deep voice, asking the dwarf behind the ogre. The dwarf looked about the same height as the dwarves who lived underground, but was more slender. It's a short, weird-looking ordinary human. This man stood behind many tall orcs, especially the mountain-like ogre, as insignificant as a pile of inconspicuous debris, but his expression and the sparkle in his eyes were something that all the other orcs did not have. So Adric could see that this was the leader of this group of orcs.

The dwarf shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a pity. Master Adric, General Gru didn't come here. Because the Templars aren't just the two of you, and the two of you are such a combination of near and far. A well-arranged tactical trap may be more effective than General Gru's brute force. ”

"Tactical trap...... Are these places you arranged?" Adric continued, he could hear the screams and griffons in the distance behind him, the griffon knights who had come with him, the sound of werewolves and lizardmen leaping between the trees, and the griffons shooting magic explosions from battle mages to the ground.

The dwarf nodded, and said, "It was me and Mr. Cedros, and for us, the threat of the coalition is far less great than that of you Knights who control the Grand Templar. As long as you're not there. We'll be much easier. So from the very beginning we were thinking about how to get rid of you. It seems that I was lucky enough to sacrifice two bipedal dragons, but it was worth it to be able to lure Liangping to this place after all. ”

Although Erdrik could clearly hear all the sounds behind him, he didn't dare to look back, and the eyes, momentum, and all the attention of the surrounding orcs were focused on him. He didn't even have time to look up at Wellskai above, he never imagined that he really fell into this trap for the two of them unconsciously.

It is not more than thirty or forty miles away from the Allied army. But it was nearly a thousand miles away from Oufu, and no one would have thought that there would be an ambush specifically for them in such a situation. The setting of this trap not only requires almost crazy boldness, daring to let such a small group of troops rush thousands of miles to set up an ambush under the noses of the enemy, willing to use the bipedal wyvern to lure them to attack, but also must grasp every tactical detail such as location, time, and the opponent's reaction just right. The only people who can do all this are undoubtedly the best strategists and tacticians, and this strategy can certainly be designed by Cedelos thousands of miles away, but it is all arranged so well that it seems that it is all the work of the dwarf in front of him.

Suddenly, Wellskai's shouting rang out in the sky, and there was a faint stench in the air. The dwarf looked up at the sky obscured by the branches, nodded happily, took out a scroll from his bosom, and said, "Everything has been implemented as planned. Then I won't delay you here, and I'll go back and wait for your good news. ”

"Teleportation Scroll. Adric looked at the flickering blue light on the dwarf who pulled the scroll. His pupils contracted suddenly. At the same moment, his figure suddenly rose, and the huge spear roared straight at the dwarf. The sudden blow was already Adric's full strength, and he didn't even care that the empty door behind his side was wide open because of the blow. This sudden blow was already a must-kill, and he must kill this dwarf here.

Although this man seems to be powerless, and any orc here can pinch him to death like a mouse, Adric knows that for the coalition forces, even all the orcs here combined are not such a dwarf danger, so he must kill.

But no doubt the orcs and the dwarf knew it. As soon as Adric moved, all the orcs moved. The four weapons of up, down, left and right at the same time in four directions suddenly slammed towards his body like a huge guard. And the giant ogre only moved, and it blocked all the dwarfs behind him. The massive hammer slammed into Adric's spear as well.

The blue light behind the ogre lit up and dissipated with a loud sound of gold and iron. The Templar Knight's body also rebounded, and he fell to the ground after being hit.

"You're careless, Lord Adric. How could we possibly give you a chance to attack Lord Porugan? Your rash attack is just giving us a chance, and now you're at a disadvantage. "It's still the werewolf who speaks, he seems to be the conductor after the dwarf leaves, and his fluency in human language is probably why he loves to speak.

Adric didn't answer. As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood in his throat would spurt out, and a terrible wound on his cheek could almost see his teeth, and his ribs had been broken at least three times. Indeed, as this werewolf is said, his actions just now were reckless. If it weren't for the glorious armor on his body, as well as the experience he had condensed in countless life-and-death battles, he could see that his blow really couldn't be effective at the last moment. Having collected some of his strength to dodge the weapons of the three orcs, it was impossible for him to be standing now.

The five-meter-long steel war spear was a little deformed, and it was not completely distorted under the huge weapon weighing hundreds of pounds in the ogre's hand, which was already due to the strength of the Templar Knights themselves. The ogre gasped for air. The blow just now was Adric's full strength, and he couldn't retreat, and he actually had the upper hand in this hard touch.

"Unfortunately, if it were on other occasions, I would have liked to have a fair discussion with you. The werewolf once again emitted a faint fighting light, and he held a jagged yellow machete in his hand, and he was the only orc who had managed to hit the Templar Knight. "But it's a pity that this is a battlefield, so we must kill you by any means necessary. ”

Midair. And behind him, the griffin's screams and the griffin knight's screams have been connected. Adric knew that the situation was not good, but the anger and sense of danger of falling into the trap completely struck his fighting spirit. He drank suddenly. The white Dou Qi light mixed with the magic of the Radiant Battle Armor suddenly brightened, and the white Divine Guardian Shield on his left arm also flashed. He guarded the war spear in his right hand and his left hand, like a statue of the god of war in the dazzling white light.

"Come, beasts, use your weapons to see if you can kill me. Adric's roar made the entire forest tremble slightly. But the five orcs around him didn't fluctuate in the slightest, regardless of their expressions. The movements, or the momentum and bearing, are very stable and calm, just like the weapons in their hands, firmly surrounding the Templar in the center, without a single flaw.

In midair, the griffin knights were in disarray. The purification techniques of the battle mages have been fully opened, and the casting level of the battle mages may not be too high, but no matter what the magic of the system can also come a little, these black raindrops that fall in the sky immediately dissipate like snowflakes under the scorching sun in the reflection of white magic. The purification glow in the hands of the battle mages kept dispelling the black corpse water that fell from the sky.

But the number of mages is too small. Only one of the four griffon knights can be a battle mage, and the most these battle mages can do is remove the black raindrops around them, and there is nothing they can do to the rest of their companions.

Wellskai's abrupt command had made the griffon knight flutter at first, but the word 'necromancy' was powerful enough for anyone to bring it up. In particular, a griffon knight who was drenched in the black corpse water hurriedly wiped off a piece of flesh and skin, and all the griffon knights who were not battle mages burrowed into the trees without their lives.

But the woods below were not safe havens, and the griffon knights who were following Adric and chasing the two young men had been engaged in a strange and brutal battle with dozens of werewolves and lizardmen.

Among the dense trees, the griffon's giant birds are not even as nimble as a wild boar. Their sheer size made it impossible for them to turn and retreat, while werewolves and lizardmen moved swiftly from tree to tree branches, dodging the griffin knights' direct attacks, crossbow arrows, and magic. They didn't fight the griffin knights at all, but threw nets to net the griffons together with the knights above.

Werewolves and lizardmen are both highly skilled at casting their nets. It is undoubtedly specially trained for the battle in this situation. And they didn't have to pay attention to the target after they caught it, the griffons and knights who were entangled in these nets usually screamed and rolled on the ground twice and then fell silent, and when the other griffon knights stepped forward to untie the nets, they were left with two corpses covered in wounds, and the blood left in those small wounds was black. The webs of these nets were inlaid with countless tiny, sharp blades, with a black glow, and even a huge bird of prey like a griffin could not survive long under this toxin. Not to mention the knights above.

In fact, in terms of frontal combat, a combination of a griffon and a well-trained knight is far stronger than a werewolf or lizardman, and in terms of numbers, the griffon knights have the advantage, but the black raindrops above force them into the woods. In such a small space, the griffin knights' air superiority has been completely lost, and the griffons carrying a knight on their backs are far less flexible than the lizards and werewolves, which will fall into a strange disadvantage under the strange combat methods of the other party. It wasn't until twenty or thirty griffon knights had died from this strange and vicious weapon that several knights with great combat experience suddenly woke up and loudly reminded their companions to step down and form a griffin formation.

The griffon knights went on the defensive, and the werewolves and lizardmen stopped their attacks for the time being. Because their mission is not really to fight, just to delay. Delayed for the battle to kill the Templars.

A black drizzle was still falling in the sky. Because the source of this black rain is high enough and dispersed carefully enough, it can be maintained for a certain period of time.

With only one Welskye left in the air, the battlemages rushed into the woods to join the other griffons at his command. With his body as the center, a circle of white light enveloped him and his griffon, and the black raindrops evaporated and dissipated as soon as they touched this layer of light. And his pair is sharper than an eagle. Brighter eyes stared at the man who was falling from a high place.

Under his arrow just now, the black dot in the sky was immediately shattered, and judging from the falling wreckage, it seemed to be a giant eagle zombie. Along with the blackened, stinking wreckage, there was another person who fell straight down. Wilskai didn't immediately give another shot to the corpse-looking man, he knew what it was. He also knew that this man would never die under his arrow. He's watching, he's waiting, waiting for the killing blow.

The free-falling man approached the ground at such rapid speed that Wilskai could see the man's appearance, even the gaze that looked at him. It was also a confrontational look, waiting for an opportunity.

Wilskai only needed a glance to see that the distance between the straight line that the man had fallen and himself was just over a hundred meters. He wasn't any closer than a griffin, and he knew the power and unpredictability of the necromancy that was close enough for him to shoot a flying sparrow in the eye. And now it is you who has the advantage, and you don't need to risk approaching it.

The king's fingers were clenched into a fist, and an arrow was caught between each finger, and Wilskai took four arrows at once and drew the strings on the bow. The moment the man had just landed at a height parallel to him, the four arrows roared out at the same time.

These four arrows shot at the same time from the same person, the same hand, and the same bow were shot at the target in four very different ways. Only one arrow was in the center, while the other three each pulled a strange arc in the air, shooting them from three angles from left to right and from bottom to bottom, and this strange curve pulled a strange screech in the air.

This kind of archery has long gone beyond the scope of accurate evaluation, this is an arrow shot with a fighting spirit on the arrow and then with a special fingering, and the person who can use such a bow and four arrows is only Wilskai in the entire continent.

But Wilskai didn't seem to think that the four arrows of this skill were enough, and he immediately drew another arrow and put it on the bow. This time, the fighting energy light all over his body lit up, just like the way he had just shot off the two bipedal flying dragons. This is what he really kills, and the four arrows like that just now are just a foreshadowing, or a temptation.

The man was confronted with four arrows shot from different angles, and his figure finally began to slow down in midair. Wilskai knew that this was a feather fall technique, and no matter who faced such a tricky four arrows, it was impossible for him to still be in a high-speed fall that fell out of control. And his purpose is precisely to get his opponent to use the featherfall technique.

Whoever makes the other party have to act according to their own attack first, that is to take the initiative. Wellsky let out a low snort and pulled the strings. The head of the huge golden battle bow bent so violently at one time, and the huge deformed arm he held the bow was even more deformed, and the blood vessels and muscles on it pulsated, exuding the shape and luster of the force, and almost immediately burst the shackles of the skin and flew out to crush the opponent directly into powder, and the fighting aura that originally permeated the whole body was also concentrated on the arrow that was about to be released.

This is definitely an incomparable arrow, and even Gru can only deal with it with all his strength in the face of such a cohesive arrow. However, the arrow, which requires the gathering of strength, is relatively slow, so Welsky has to force his opponent to show a flaw in the attack.

He didn't careless because he was relatively strong and had an advantage, the lion fighting the rabbit would still go all out, not to mention that he knew that this opponent was by no means a rabbit. So he was very careful to keep this distance, and then used the most effective method to strike with all his might.

Sure enough, the four arrows in different directions did not really threaten the opponent. The man stayed in mid-air for a moment, and his left and right hands actually grabbed one arrow and crossed each other, and the other two arrows were also shot down. The power of a bow is divided into four, and if the strength of this person is ten, then the power of each arrow is only four or five at most, and it is natural that it will be taken.

However, just as the four arrows fell separately, the arrow that had condensed all the fighting energy and strength of the Templar was also released, and after this arrow was fired, the white light on Wellske's body even dissipated. If it weren't for the fact that the black rain in the sky happened to fall at this time, he and the griffons under him would probably have suffered immediately.

It's not an arrow anymore. From the outside, it was a pure white ball of light, sending out an afterimage in the air with great speed. If you listen to it from the momentum, this is thunder, and it is not a thunder, but thousands of ways converge into a ball, rolling away with the attitude of breaking through the heavens and the earth and annihilating all things.

If the strength of this opponent is ten, then the power of this arrow with all his strength is one hundred.

Wellskai had seen his opponent's eyesight, reflexes, and quickness, and he knew that the distance between the two was not too far, but it was enough time for the man to catch any arrows. Moreover, this body was in the middle of the air where there was no focus, and he could be driven by the arrow to glide and dissipate his power, so Welsky decided from the beginning to use this arrow that he would never be able to pull even if he could catch it.

With this opponent's magic cultivation, it is impossible to use the flying technique, so the only thing that needs to be done is to make him have to use the feather falling technique first, so that his body shape has no room to change. And now it's all done.

The muscles on his arms were stinging from overexertion, and his skin was even cracked by the excessive expansion of the muscles, and now he was oozing a large amount of blood, and his body was empty without the slightest fighting spirit. There was a brief sense of relief in Wellskai's heart, and it was definitely a good thing for the coalition to be able to kill this opponent.

But the ease lasted only for a moment, as he saw that the man had dodged an arrow that would have been impossible to dodge.

It was true that he didn't use flying skills, and this opponent actually put his hand behind his back and exploded a burst of flames, and then his figure rose sharply in the explosion.

Just this sudden lift, the thunderous arrow just swept two or three meters below the empty body.