"All bows and arrows ready!" The dust cleared, revealing the menacing form of the monster, and the goblins entrenched like ravens vying for food, and the huge trolls smashed through the solid walls around the gate and stumbled towards them. Although he is still a little unscrupulous about Han Tuo, the desire for flesh and blood still triumphs over the fear.

"Release!" the colorful magical light bloomed on the land at this time, and then exploded in the midst of the horde of demonic beasts, destroying the torrent of marching with flying pieces of flesh and low screams.

There was a huge black shadow of a giant eagle hovering overhead.

At this time, the samurai who were in charge of guarding the sentry tower had been withdrawn, and although they could temporarily guard against the threat from the sky, they would inevitably fall into the siege as the Warcraft army marched, and they would be killed and wounded.

Even if this can help the big guy buy some time, they don't complain, but Han Tuo doesn't allow this, and orders them to come down.

There is nothing wrong with a warrior dying on the battlefield, but Han Tuo will never allow such a good warrior to die in vain, but just to fight for that insignificant little hope, so sorry that the warrior will exchange dignity and life for the equivalent price.

The dark shadows in the sky swooped down, the pitch-black shadows overlapping each other, and it was impossible to see the direction of their attack.

Han Tuo raised his hand to the sky, and the breeze flowing in the sky blew on his fingertips, bringing him a message far above the sky.

Han Tuo nodded hastily in several directions, and the elves around him understood. So the barrier of magic was erected in the air, not completely sheltering the entire team of elves, but accurately blocking the attack of the giant eagle rushing down from the sky.

The huge talons splashed sparks in the hard barrier, and the blow was not successful, and he wanted to flee away. Several dexterous figures jumped up on their companion's shoulders, and then stepped on the barrier of magic defense, instantly approaching the giant eagle that was about to leave.

Lypha danced like a dance, carrying a large black iron bow, and smashed the head of a giant eagle with a single swing. Then the momentum flew out upside down, and the arrow shot through the throat of the other giant eagle. Then there were many figures who jumped up like her, and in groups of two or three, they captured the giant eagles that had no time to escape.

A few of the giant eagles that had been caught fled in a hurry, turned around and went to the sky high and did not dare to go any further. The demons of the sky were designed to be defeated by the warriors of the land.

Wherever Han Tuo's hand is pointing, there will be a magic cover of the elf's ranged attack. With the message brought by the breeze, it gave the most precise blow to the Warcraft herd. The Goblins could not have survived such a purposeful precision strike, and they were scattered as they panicked through the battle array like headless flies, and then fell victim to the careless trolls at their feet.

In the final analysis, it is just a low-level demonic beast, even if it gathers together and encounters the blow of the norm, even if there are many of them, it will not be able to escape the route.

At this time, the real threat is the [Troll] army that is walking towards this side. The sheer size of each of them gave each of them enough visual impact to step over the broken gates, knock the walls out of them, and even climb the tall walls and climb in. With a thick skin and a magical attack, he rushed over, and there were creatures of the same size coming towards him outside.

The first to rush forward was the same race of monsters that had broken through the gate before, and although it did not have its large iron horns specially forged for siege, the sharp horns of the flesh armor were also full of strength in the reflection of the moonlight, snorting and panting, and the heavy steps smashed the ground into shallow pits along the way.

It is conceivable that with a body made of fragile bones and blood, it cannot block such a blow that even the iron gate of the village can shake.

The figure of the gray-clothed young man stood in front of everyone, and the light purple magic array gathered in the palm of his hand, but it condensed into blue lightning, and it slammed towards the wild rhinoceros like a torrential rain.

[Third Order Magic Advanced: Thunderstorm].

When fighting against the Marquis-level Wind Demon, Ewell had used this move, but he couldn't hit the Wind Demon, which was extremely agile. And at this time, in the face of such a large-scale attack, the wild rhino with white impact but no agility was all hit.

The scorched black rhino who was killed on the spot fell to the ground with a bang.

The reason why it is advanced is that this magic is fundamentally improved, and there is no limit to the number of orders, and it is just called so for convenience.

Therefore, the advancement of third-order magic is not necessarily limited to the scope of third-order magic, and may even exceed the power of fifth-order magic. It is also possible that the advancement of fourth-order magic is far from the power of fifth-order magic.

Hit the magic rhinoceros head-on, the skin was torn apart by the high temperature caused by the lightning burning, and the nerves in the skull were pierced by lightning and killed.

A huge figure emerged from above the fallen rhino and reached for Evel, who was continuing to accumulate the magic needed for the next magic cast. The big bloody hands smelled fishy, and the mouth that spewed biochemical breath because it had swallowed too much mess, the big ogre couldn't wait for the small pieces of flesh moving in front of him.

However, Ewell didn't dodge, just closed his eyes and continued to accumulate his magic.

When the Great Ogre's hand was still a meter away from Ivier, the body of the drooling Great Ogre suddenly froze, and then a flat knife mark appeared on his neck, and thick black blood spouted out of his neck irrepressibly. The Great Ogre's massive body collapsed limply, and finally lay on his stomach not far from Evel, his head almost touching the tip of his shoe.

Behind Ivier, Han Tuo silently retracted the knife and habitually shook off the blood stains that did not stick to the blade. The blade extended by the first skill vacuum slash is only virtual, but even the weight and the feel of the slash can be felt exactly. It's no wonder that Han Tuo was clearly clear, but he still did it subconsciously.

And in the rear of the fighting troops, the women and children of the elves were quickly packing their things, including food and tents. When the weak-willed elves heard that they were about to leave their homeland and leave for another country, a sad expression flashed on their faces, but in the end they expressed their understanding and joined the army of the aftermath.

After all, there are so many Warcraft armies that there are no reason for everyone to see.

The elven warriors who had been sent to protect their evacuation looked in the direction of the village gate from time to time, and the instinct of the warriors made them aware that a fierce battle was taking place there, and the pride of the warriors made them anxious at the moment, and they wanted to go back and fight with their people at the front line.

But none of this is conceivable, because the mission given to him is to cover the evacuation of these people of his own country. As a warrior, he is even more unable to disobey orders.

It was also a psychological battle no less than the fierce struggle over there.