"Kill!" Omsk roared, and the lance in his hand emitted a terrifying wave of fighting spirit. The next second, he pushed directly towards the originally narrow stone gate entrance.
"Bang!" The flying stone chips tore the surrounding orcs apart like sharp arrows, and bloody body parts were scattered all over the ground.
"Kill!" The Knights rushed in through the gap opened by Omsk.
The orcs, who had just organized a team to block the attack when they saw the situation was not good, had just rushed to the steps when they ran into the charging knights.
"Bang!"
“Crack!”
"Tear~"
"roar!"
“Ouch!”
The neighing of war horses, the screams of orcs and the roars of knights were intertwined. For a moment, the stone steps at the entrance were flooded with blood. The knights rushed upwards desperately, while the orcs tried their best to push the knights down.
"Omsk, open a breakthrough! The troops behind are coming up!" Roland, who was caught in the crowd, roared when he saw that the endless stream of dwarf troops and royal guards in the rear had begun to force a crossing. If they were blocked here, after the orcs turned their giant crossbows, countless people would die in this narrow place.
"War Trample!" Omsk tugged on the reins, and the Abyssal Warhorse immediately raised its front hooves, then, enveloped in a surge of violent fighting spirit, stomped heavily down...
"Boom!" A terrifying shock wave, accompanied by violent light and shadow fighting spirit, erupted in an area 60 degrees in front of the Abyss Horse. Suddenly, the area within 50 meters in front of Omsk was like being slapped by a giant hand. All the orcs were beaten into a mixture of meat paste and broken bones, and dark green blood curved and spread in it. Even Roland, who had begun to adapt to the battlefield, felt a crazy discomfort in his stomach.
"Charge! Charge! Until the end of the world! Kill them all!" Omsk took advantage of the remaining orcs being shocked by the horrifying scene and rushed forward with his lance. The orcs' bones and tendons were broken as he swung his lance, and those who were lucky enough to survive lay on the ground wailing.
"Boom boom~" The Knights of Lagrande were indeed one of the most elite knights. They suppressed the shock in their hearts and the churning in their stomachs and continued to charge with Omsk.
"It's connected!" Omsk said excitedly.
Finally, all the orcs blocking the stone steps were killed and dispersed. Omsk led the knights to occupy the stone hall at the entrance. Through the doorway, they could clearly see the interconnected paths behind it.
"Dismount! Occupy this place! Wait for the follow-up team!" Roland said in surprise. Finally, he passed the most difficult hurdle of entering the city.
The orcs were very smart. Seeing that the city gate was lost, they gave up using giant crossbows to snipe the coalition soldiers crossing the bridge. They moved the giant crossbows away and waited to inflict greater casualties on the coalition forces in street fighting.
"The giant crossbow has been moved!" Iovia said with a grim expression.
"These scum have become smarter!" Thranduil's face was also unfriendly. Once those giant crossbows were still left in the crossbow tower or arrow tower, Iovia and the others could specifically eliminate those giant crossbows that were in the way. It would only take some time anyway.
"Let the soldiers follow!" Thranduil said helplessly to his adjutant. Now he could only hope that the giant crossbows in the street fighting would cause less damage to the coalition forces.
"Yes, sir!"
The elves cautiously followed the dwarves into the city. At this moment, the dwarves had already guarded the main street in front of the hall. Only the branch intersections were like big mouths, ready to devour any life that entered them.
"We have to split our forces... there are too many forks in the road!" Roland said with a headache.
"We have to hurry to the Royal Hall to control the central hub of this city and block the enemy!" Bard was familiar with the buildings of various races. He knew that the Royal Hall of the Elves could serve to divide the battlefield.
"The Ringwraiths are still hiding in the dark! Don't forget!" Balin said as he held up his battle axe and looked at the brightly lit hall.
"Five forks in the road, and we only have four level-six fighters... More importantly, we don't know if the Ringwraiths are together..." Roland sighed. Looking around the hall, he could vaguely see the glory of the elves in the last era! Unfortunately, the elves are now an endangered species. The exquisite stone carvings on the wall seemed to lament their tragic fate.
"Don't worry! Think of a way, there will always be a way!" Van Erwei looked at the people with sweat on their foreheads and quickly comforted them.
"We must explore all the paths and not leave them alone. After all, the roads here are interconnected, and we don't know what the orcs have done to this place over the past few thousand years." Thranduil stepped forward as the host. Although he was familiar with every street here, that was only from thousands of years ago...
"You should ask Gandalf... After all, he's been here before and discovered the Orc army." Roland was speechless. The woodland elves, clearly intent on reclaiming this place, hadn't they even asked Comrade Gandalf, who had been there before? While melee mages were somewhat unreliable, with their powerful memories, they had no problem describing the situation clearly.
"Oh God... Bearded Man! The poor, ignorant, and sad dwarves actually agreed to fight an unprepared war with you... Thorin and I must be crazy, otherwise we would not have sent troops in the first place..." Balin howled, covering his eyes.
"So the enemy was able to stop us with just five forks in the road?" Bai Yi shrugged, his words full of sarcasm.
"No one is willing to sacrifice. Moreover, if the team without the sixth-level combat power chooses the wrong path, they will almost certainly die..." Bard said exhaustedly. This unsolvable proposition made him exhausted.
"The casualties in street fighting are too horrific. And if anyone without a sixth-level fighter encounters a Ringwraith, they will surely die. Moreover, even if there is a sixth-level fighter, we cannot rule out the possibility that three enemy Ringwraiths will gather together and forcibly attack... There is no solution!" Roland thought to himself. If he were asked to abandon the protection of Omsk and lead his troops to attack a city block, he would definitely not be willing to do so. Of course, no one in the coalition was willing to sacrifice the lives of his own people to help others.
"If only Peter were here..." Iovia rubbed her brows and said.
"Didn't you keep him as a housekeeper?" Roland frowned, speechless.
"I regret it! I didn't expect there were five forks in the road here..." Iovia said aggrievedly.
"My great Lord King of the Star Elfs, we've all come charging in! 3,000 of us are stuck here, just to listen to you saying you forgot? Hurry up and call Peter Gro over! Don't keep blocking us here, God knows where the Orcs' reinforcements are?" Roland said speechlessly. He was familiar with the plot and knew that Sauron had a group of demon dragons at his disposal, and their combat power was considered to be among the best in the dragon clan.
"System sign-in!" Roland said helplessly as he looked at the sky that was beginning to glow. The whole night had passed, and he still hadn't had a good fight with the orcs. He was blocked at the bridgehead by a giant crossbow for half the night, and then he was stuck at this damn fork in the road.
"Successful sign-in, congratulations to the host for winning El Nino Ranger*50."
"This... Heaven! Oh, earth! After so many years... System, you finally released a new type of troops." Roland was moved that the system was so kind as to provide such a high-end type of troops in such a critical moment.
"……"system.