"Sky! Lead the way with dragon breath!" Peter Gro immediately shouted at Sky in the sky when Iovia's Hunting Moon dissipated due to the exhaustion of fighting spirit. Without the cover of the killing skills, even a group of goblins with dung forks could sneak attack and kill the top professionals, just like the torrent infantry formed into an army formation could overthrow the Knights as long as they were willing to sacrifice human lives.
Of course, Peter Gro couldn't really leave himself and Iovia among the orcs. Being a tiger among a flock of sheep and being surrounded are two different concepts.
"Your Highness!" Peter Gro threw down the high-spirited Iovia, and the star dragon breath without any warmth brushed past their heads.
In such a cramped place, the dragon's breath can reach every corner and achieve the maximum killing effect. It has to be said that it is really comfortable to catch "French fries" in Middle-earth where there is a lack of AA. The orcs are completely unable to stop a dragon with full firepower. Even the Ringwraiths have to hide in the shadows. After all, in defense, the role of the Ringwraiths against dragons is no different from that of other ordinary orcs.
One day Roland would be thankful that he had the El Nino Rangers, a team with special bonuses for anti-air combat. At least he wouldn't become a target when facing enemy air units.
"...Dragon riders are truly perverted!" Iovia took a deep look at the horrific destruction caused by the dragon's breath and the various broken limbs and arms left behind, then said to Peter Gro.
"Your Highness! Follow the soldiers! Don't act alone! Don't forget your father!" Peter Gro grabbed Iovia's shoulders and shook her. He didn't want Iovia to be like her father, killed by ordinary orcs because of her bravery and fighting skills! The Battle of the Black Gate was not only a pain for the woodland elves, but also a pain that the star elves never wanted to mention.
"Your Highness!" Seeing Iovia stunned, Peter Gro immediately shook him to remind him that he was still on the battlefield.
"Huh - I understand! Let's go see Thranduil! The road to his place is not easy to travel." Iovia shook her head and buried her sadness deep in her heart. After calming down, she said to Peter Gro.
"Then be careful, I'll go check on the situation with King Thranduil!" Peter Gro transformed into a firefighter and ran among the various coalition forces.
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"Maintain the formation! Don't panic!" Thranduil nervously looked at the orcs that kept emerging in front and behind and ordered the soldiers beside him.
"Advance steadily! They are just beasts! Raise your longbows! Set up your spears! Hold on to your shields! Victory belongs to us who stand in the light! In the end, they can only hide in the darkness and survive! Long live! Free people! Let us cut off their heads! Split their chests! Use their corpses to demonstrate our bravery!" Thranduil shouted loudly to encourage the coalition forces he commanded.
"Kill!" The coalition forces, facing an orc force several times their number, erupted in even greater combat power out of fear. Fear not only makes people cowardly, it can also drive them crazy! Clearly, the coalition forces led by Thranduil belonged to the second category!
The sharp steel spear pierced the flesh, and when it was pulled out, not only did it bring out a puff of purple-black blood, but also strands of flesh hanging from the barb of the spear tip. The exquisite scimitar made a slight tearing sound when it cut into the flesh, and blood slid along with the blade, separating bones and tendons. The gushing blood instantly covered the ground. Shields in the hands of both sides kept colliding, accompanied by the sound of wood breaking and iron plates bending... The whole battlefield was a melee...
Thranduil was horrified to discover that, due to the winding and narrow terrain, the coalition forces had been dispersed! Small groups of soldiers gathered together, back to back, and stubbornly held their ground, resisting the Orcs' surging attack. Soldiers continued to fall under the Orcs' attacks, their red blood mingling with the Orcs' purple-black blood...
The elves gave up their proud archery skills, the dwarves discarded their heavy spears, and the humans swallowed their saliva and raised their swords. They no longer fought for the king and the alliance, they fought for themselves and fought for survival!
"We have entered the inner city! Your Highness!" An elven guard following Thranduil panted, holding a scimitar.
"Assemble! Everyone gather! Come closer to me! Our dragon knights are coming!" Thranduil suddenly felt envious when he saw the star dragon Skye circling in the sky. It would be great to have air power!
At this time, Peter Gro was having a headache. The battlefield below was entangled with people fighting each other, making it impossible for him to start. The Dragon Man and Dragon Knight and other professionals with terrifying mass damage effects had very limited effects when facing the melee. The two sides entangled with each other gave Peter Gro a headache.
"Skye! Let's deal with the Orcs' follow-up troops first! It's too chaotic here, we can't help much!" Peter Gro said decisively. Instead of flying kites here, it would be better to kill the endless stream of Orc reinforcements.
"Star Dragon Meteor Shower!" Peter Groh said to Skye as he looked at the crooked roads. Obviously, the Star Dragon Meteor Shower, whose position could be precisely controlled, was a better choice.
The dragon power burst out of his body and directly constructed an exquisite and mysterious magic circle in the air. As the magic circle took shape, dozens of meteor showers the size of human heads fell from the sky with dark blue tails. Under Sky's control, they hit the place where the orcs gathered with incredible precision.
"Boom!" Stone dust flew, and the orcs were flung into the air by the explosion of dragon power. They were thrown everywhere like torn sacks. As the annihilation attribute of the star dragon power took effect, countless orcs began to dismember, weather, and dissipate...
"Hold on! Kill them! For our fallen people! Kill them all!" Thranduil hacked at the orcs frantically. Now he couldn't even release a complete Hunting Moon. As the Hunter's signature skill, Hunting Moon was not only extremely powerful, but also had a terrifying consumption.
"Huff, huff, huff!" Thranduil panted and looked around. The familiar environment instantly gave him the illusion of going back thousands of years. However, the devastated scene soon told him that it was just a dream. This place had long been the world of orcs. Tears fell silently. The strong Elf King propped up his tired body and held the elven scimitar that had been sharp for thousands of years, and marched towards the inner city step by step.
"For... the Black Gate... our lost glory!" Thranduil muttered to himself, his eyes bloodied. Although he was in a state of disarray and exhaustion, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. It was getting closer... closer... The Hall of the King was just ahead...
"Kill! For the Forest Kingdom! People of the Goddess of Nature! We are about to take back our lost homes! Charge! Charge! Drive these bastards back into their dirty holes!" Thranduil said excitedly, swinging the scimitar in his hand faster.
"Crazy... They are all crazy! Every one of them is crazy!" Peter Gro stared at Thranduil who was leading the charge with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He thought Iovia was crazy enough, but he was instantly conquered by Thranduil. It turned out that elves were all stubborn lunatics.