"Gee!" Iovia drew out her two swords and brandished them wildly. The terrifying fighting spirit of the sixth-level hunter bloomed on the sharp scimitars. The elven army, which was already in high spirits, became more and more courageous under the leadership of the king. They successfully suppressed the enemy into the city.
Street fighting begins...
"Bang! Roar!" A hidden ogre broke through a stone wall and rushed out, smashing the two advancing swordsmen head-on with the thick wooden stick in his hand.
"Swish, swish, swish!" In an instant, dozens of sharp arrows hit the ferocious ogre, and it was shot into a blood gourd, pouring out its black blood like a shower.
"Kill!" The spinning moon blade directly cut off a row of heads, and the ferocious heads of the orcs rolled to the ground in an instant.
"Watch your surroundings! Enemies are everywhere!" Iovia shouted. The elven city with its many connections provided the orcs with a good hiding place. They jumped out from the shadows everywhere and rushed towards the star elves.
"The orcs resisted stubbornly! But this is our city! They are being defeated. People, use your weapons to drive out the enemies! Recapture our city!" Iovia said excitedly.
"Kill!" The blood-thirsty star elves rushed madly into the lost ancient city.
"Ah!" The orcs were retreating step by step. Their simple equipment could not effectively deal with the weapons carefully crafted by the star elves.
"Press it!" Iovia was extremely excited. Today, this ancient city would return to the hands of the elves, and the nails that the dark camp had planted in the north would soon be pulled out by her own hands!
That night, Dol Guldur was incomparably noisy: roars, cries of pain, and cries of killing mingled together. Black and red blood mixed together and slowly flowed along the city's dried-up canals...
"Your Highness, our casualties are quite heavy!" Peter Gro frowned. Even the casualties of just over a hundred people were enough to make him feel distressed.
"Hmm?" The extremely excited Iovia immediately woke up. He looked around at the elf soldiers who were already fighting with the orcs, and his mind suddenly felt clear.
"Don't fight them in close combat! Use bows and arrows for close combat!" Iovia said hurriedly. No matter what, close combat with this group of thick-skinned orcs would be very disadvantageous for the elves. The elves' longbows are not only for long-range attacks, but are also very sharp in close combat.
Upon receiving the order, the Star Elves distanced themselves from the Orcs. With the exception of the Ranger leading the way, the others drew their bows and arrows, their longbows drawn into a half-moon, practically piercing the Orcs' faces. While not quite a full crescent, the close proximity made up for this flaw. Orcs, weapons raised and howling, leaped upon the elven soldiers, while the elves pinned them to the ground from over ten meters away. Fact proved that organized elven archers could easily hold their own against the enemy; anyone who dared approached would be riddled with bullets! Orcs who managed to block the arrows with their shields would face the Rangers wielding elven scimitars. As the blades danced, body parts and viscera alike scattered everywhere.
"Don't scatter! Let's clean this place up one by one!" Iovia jumped off the unicorn, which was now standing in the square at the entrance of Dol Guldur, freely displaying its various enhancement skills.
"Find the way to the royal hall!" Iovia ordered loudly while looking at the chaotic battlefield. The royal halls of elven cities are almost all located in the center of the city. Occupying it can effectively block the connection between various areas and gradually erode the entire city.
Soon, someone found the way to the Royal Hall on the weathered stone pillars. Iovia hurriedly led her team there, leaving behind teams of elven soldiers along the way to separate the entire battlefield.
"We're here!" an elven soldier said ecstatically. In front of them was the former royal hall of Amon Lance. Although it had been occupied by orcs for a long time, the entire magnificent building still had a strong elven style.
"We're back!" Iovia locked her murderous gaze on the orc army gathered in front of the steps of the Royal Hall.
"Kill!" The silver battle flame was violently ignited, and a blade light dozens of meters long silently advanced towards the orcs.
"Space Blade!" A high-level orc roared in horror. The space element... is the most destructive attribute!
"Swish, swish, swish!" The silver space blade slashed through the orc's body, and the place where it was hit seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, and the cut was smooth...
Iovia swung the sword in his hand and tapped his toes, then leaped into the air. The next second, his father's relic - the longbow Lordnan appeared in his hand.
“Ah!” Life force poured into her like a spring. Although it was immense, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the Elf King’s long lifespan. With a long roar, Iovia let go of the string…
"Buzz~" In the dazzling light, the orcs fell to the ground one after another. Although they had no fatal external injuries, their vitality and soul had dissipated under the arrow.
"The stars are twinkling!" Iovia's ears moved, and his body curled up in the air. In the starlight, Iovia appeared a hundred meters away. The next second, a thick crossbow arrow flew past the place where he had just stopped.
"Damn it! Space Rangers!" an Orc leader gritted his teeth. Rangers are tough, capable of long-range and close-range attacks, and agile. Space Rangers are even tougher, erratic, appearing and disappearing, and dealing incredible damage. Space Rangers... The Orcs declared themselves exhausted and urged a restart; it was unplayable!
Yes, Star Lord Iovia is a ranger of the space system. The essence of stars is space! Where the stars shine, the ranger appears!
"Will it work?" Iovia grinned as she looked at the fourth-level orc in front of her who was waving his sword to resist. When the sword in her hand was about to collide with him, Iovia's whole body suddenly became illusory, and the scimitar in her hand went straight through the orc's weapon and into his neck.
"Unable to withstand a single blow!" Iovia twisted her body and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a rolling head and a headless body.
"Advance! Destroy them!" Iovia appeared in front of her own army and shouted.
"Boom!" The huge stone gate let out a mournful cry and collapsed with a violent shock. Countless elves stepped over the fallen stone gate and successfully attacked the Royal Hall.
"Kill!" Iovia rushed in first, and the orcs who were still resisting at the door were easily killed by him. The elves were about to win!
"Peter! Take some people to clean up the bastards who are still resisting!" Iovia walked into the hall without looking back.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Peter Gro bowed and stepped over the corpses under his feet and left with a team of elven rangers.
"I'm back... Too bad this isn't our home..." Iovia walked towards the throne in the hall.
"What a perfect work of art, what a pity..." Iovia stroked the ruined throne with infinite sorrow in her heart. The once prosperous elves can only retreat to a few limited secret places to recuperate.
"Alas!" Iovia raised her head and prepared to leave.
"Huh?" Iovia's eyes suddenly widened.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of Iovia's mouth! A silver-black sword pierced Iovia's abdomen from behind!
Behind Iovia, Khamul's figure slowly appeared.
"Get out!" Iovia forcibly broke free from the long sword that was pierced into her body, then swung her scimitar and chopped back. When Khamur raised his sword to block, Iovia's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, leaving only blood flying all over the ground!
"Sixth-level Black Knight!"
"Black Knight!"
"Your Highness has been attacked!"
The elven soldiers retreated from the royal hall one after another. Khamul held his sword and dragged his flail, blood dripping from the tip of his sword. It was the king's blood...