"A bucket of dragon blood can only be used to refine 10 crossbows at most, and then the energy in the dragon blood will be exhausted." Radil said to Roland, holding a crossbow that looked like a spear. The crossbow in his hand was wrapped with burning blood-red lines like blood vessels, which made people shudder. This was exactly the performance of an enchanted weapon.
"So how's the effect?" Roland asked. After all, something that cost so much to make should at least be worth the money.
"The effect is quite good! It comes with tearing magic, burning magic, and piercing magic!" Radil smiled while stroking his beard.
"Tearing magic can effectively tear apart the objects it hits, whether they are living creatures or buildings. Burning magic will ignite the objects it hits, which is fatal to siege equipment. Penetrating magic can effectively break through the defenses of objects, and is mainly aimed at the enemy's high-level heavy-armored units. Generally speaking, fourth-level heavy-armored professionals do not want to be hit head-on by it." Radil explained to Roland.
"Not bad, not bad!" Roland nodded in satisfaction. Although he had played with this heavy city defense crossbow before when he was a lord in the game, he had never really understood this defensive device. This time, Roland was really surprised. He didn't expect that this thing would be so powerful when equipped with an enchanted crossbow.
"How about this, let's make 100 of them." Roland felt a little painful.
"Oh, what a waste!" Radil also sighed. After all, it was pure dragon blood from the dragon clan. Such simple processing would make a real alchemist so angry that he would vomit blood after seeing it.
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Woodland Kingdom, Western Frontier...
"Really? We have to go out on patrol even in winter..." A team of elves patrolling the border were chatting and complaining.
"This weather... there's no way even ghosts can come out in the snow to attack the kingdom."
"I really don't understand why we should care about the lives of those greedy dwarves!"
A group of elves were patrolling the edge of the forest in the dancing snow. Beyond the forest lay the dangerous Misty Mountains. This group of elves were the guards of the farthest outpost of the Woodland Kingdom.
"Even the forest river is frozen!" The elves shuddered as they looked at the frozen forest river.
"Everyone cheer up, after one more turn, we'll go back and drink some fruit wine to warm ourselves up." The elven ranger who led the team straightened his crooked scimitar and walked in front.
"It's snowing so heavily!" The group prepared to return after walking through knee-deep snow.
What they don't know is that the heavy snow not only blocks predators but also hides their whereabouts...
"Roar!" An angry roar was heard and the snow pile beside the bushes suddenly exploded. The gushing fighting spirit melted the snow into water droplets that fell down. A battle axe flashing with cold light shot out, swirled and penetrated into the chest of an elf, knocking it away and tearing it apart in the air!
The flying blood startled the elves beside them, but before they could react, more snow piles exploded in the next second, and flying axes roared towards them...
"Enemy attack!" Finally, the leading elven ranger reacted. He shouted in fear and drew the scimitar at his waist.
"Ouch!" A six-sided war hammer came whistling and hit him head-on, and his fragile body made a teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking.
"Clang!" This exquisite scimitar made by the elves was ultimately not pulled out by its owner.
A trickle of blood slowly flowed along the hilt, finally settling on the half-sheathed blade...
"Order the main force to march out!" The one holding the warhammer was Borg, a level 5 general!
"Everyone else, follow me and pull out these nails along the way!" Borg waved his hand, and more than a dozen third-level orc berserkers behind him came over. It was they who ambushed the elf patrol in the snow and ice and dealt a fatal blow to them.
A fifth-tier general with a dozen third-tier berserkers could easily defeat a second-tier elf patrol. A twelve-man elf patrol couldn't possibly withstand their slaughter...
Thranduil never dreamed that the outposts and patrols he left on the border would be completely wiped out by the orcs' sneak attack.
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"How is it going?" Iovia asked.
"Your Highness, the situation is very bad. The southern part of the Mirkwood has been occupied by orcs. Our rangers have just entered to explore and will soon be discovered by the patrolling wolf riders..." The elf said nothing more. What he meant behind it was that there was no need to sacrifice the already sparsely populated Star Elves for this information.
"Well, in that case, let's not investigate too deeply in the future." Iovia nodded. He supported the spies' decision. There was no need for the Star Elves to sacrifice their already small population for this information.
"The war is already a foregone conclusion..." Iovia sighed and let the soldiers in front of her retreat. Even if they knew that the orcs were gathering or marching, what would it matter? Would the coalition have the ability to stop them?
Iovia rubbed her swollen temples and re-examined the defense plan of Losenniel City.
"Sigh... I hope the orcs can give us more time!" Looking at the elven ranger coming out of Iovia's room, Bai Yi sighed and turned to leave.
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"Where are Dane and the others?" Thorin asked, staring at Fili in front of him.
"They still have a few days' journey ahead of them. They carry a large amount of baggage. Qili is with them. I came back early to report the news and to inform you to send someone to pick them up." Philip reported.
"That's great!" Thorin breathed a sigh of relief. The Orc army a hundred miles away made it hard for the dwarves in Erebor to breathe.
"It's a pity that most of our people have not returned yet, otherwise I would definitely lead the brave dwarf army to chop off the heads of those northern orcs!" Thorin complained to his nephew Fili while sitting on the throne.
"Uncle, I heard that King Roland has defeated a large army of orcs. Does that mean there is no more orc threat in the south?" asked Philip.
"How is that possible! Roland and his men defeated the Orcs from the Wasteland. The well-equipped Orcs from Dogoldo are still hiding in the dark forest, ready to deal them a fatal blow at any time! They can't help us much in this battle." Thorin smiled at his nephew and explained the problem Roland and his men were facing.
"Alas... are elves really reliable?" Philip couldn't help but think of the elves who ignored Erebor's death.
"I never had any hope for them." Thorin snorted coldly. Although he was forced to fight alongside the elves in the Battle of Five Armies, Thorin still had some grudges in his heart.
"I hope they can be reliable this time." After all, the elves are one of the few reinforcements on the northern battlefield. Philip can only hope that the elves will not protect themselves this time.