"Your Highness has a big fish!" Omsk rode his horse and caught up.
"Level six?" Roland asked in surprise.
"It must be a Ringwraith! I can smell his disgusting and rotten scent from a long distance away!" Omsk shrugged.
"That's good. Let's take them around in circles. The rest is up to the star elves. We have done everything we can!" Roland said casually.
"Speed up! Don't let the orcs get to us! Omsk, you lead the knights to cover their retreat." Roland said to the soldiers beside him.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Omsk hit his chest and slowed down, leading the Knights far behind them.
"Lord Verwe, please pay attention to the movements around you. I don't think the Ringwraiths will be that easy to deal with!" Roland said cautiously. After all, he was a third-level Paladin facing a sixth-level Black Knight. He was as fragile as a piece of paper and had no ability to protect himself at all.
"King Roland, I think you should recruit some assassins. Your reconnaissance ability is sorely lacking!" Van Erwei sighed. The cavalry and infantry under Roland's command were all okay, but the reconnaissance capability was too weak. In the past, there were the Rangers of Lordaeron who could act as reconnaissance. Ever since Lance took the Rangers of Lordaeron away, the only Ranger left in Roland's hands was Ranger El Nino. As for using Ranger El Nino as a scout... Roland was not that rich yet. Group long-distance projection was the foundation of Ranger El Nino's existence.
"Tsk!" Van Erwei frowned.
"What's wrong?" Roland had a bad feeling.
"Go!" Van Erwei frowned and growled at Roland, then immediately jumped away.
"WC? Are they catching up?" Roland suddenly felt himself split apart, and he couldn't help but swing the whip a few more times.
"Protect His Highness!" The experienced royal guards pulled King Roland off his horse. If this gentleman was still riding a horse, wouldn't he be a target?
The guards stacked their shields to form a solid circular shield formation. The battle-hardened royal guards knew that in this situation, a slow and steady advance was much safer than a quick and reckless advance. In order to maintain the stability of the shield formation, the guards had inserted their spears diagonally into the inside of the shield and held the shield with both hands, their eyes full of vigilance. The output of the entire team was handed over to the Elnino Rangers. At this moment, Elnino Ranger also put away the longbow that was enough to kill the dragon, drew out the broad Rune Blade on his back, and stared at the surroundings cautiously.
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"Pursue and kill all over the place!" Vaner stomped his feet fiercely and flew into the air. He pulled out an arc-shaped flaming blade from the Manikat in his hand and slashed towards a dark jungle.
"Clang!" Sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp elven holy sword Manicati was blocked and could not advance an inch.
"Ringwraiths!" Verwe narrowed his eyes.
"Elf King?" A black-armored knight riding a nightmare walked out of the dark jungle. He stood there but seemed not to be standing there. He looked a little unreal.
"Soul Scythe? You are the Breath of Death! The Third Ringwraith, Sernar?" Vanirwe couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the swaying scythe and the other greatswords behind him.
"Huh? That's quite insightful! You participated in the Last Alliance War, didn't you? I wonder if you fought me back then." Sernar elegantly adjusted the chain on his scythe, a hint of amusement in his deep eyes. The Alliance had both won and lost that battle! Their failure to completely eradicate Sauron's power allowed him to return, and all nine Ringwraiths had successfully escaped.
"You half-dead thing, are you worthy of it?" Van Erwei said sarcastically.
"Huh? You are a wild elf? No wonder, few of you can fight." Senar was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. He noticed the totem of the grassland elves on Vanerwei's armor. Because the grassland elves wandered around in Middle-earth, many orcs liked to call them wild elves.
"Looking for death!" Vanerwei's eyes were filled with anger, and the holy sword in his hand fell on his head with a sword light.
"Oh? Are you angry? Not bad, you even got the Holy Sword of Elf Fire? You should be the only Elf King among the wild elves, right? Logically speaking, there shouldn't be an Elf King among the wild elves. How can the wandering wild elves support you? You should be the last one, right? In other words, killing you, the wild elf, is equivalent to exterminating your clan!" Senar said in pretended surprise.
"Hunting Moon!" Van Erwei, who was so angry that he laughed, raised his hand and threw out a fiery red crescent moon.
"Swish!" The high-speed flying Hunting Moon flew towards Senar at lightning speed. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, the Hunting Moon still scratched his left shoulder armor... Several wisps of black air surged in the air.
"I was careless! Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, just go and have peace of mind! I will turn you into an undead soldier!" Senar said seriously after putting away his laziness.
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