"Borg failed? Why are elves here?" Azog's eyes widened. The sudden appearance of a city before him was already ridiculous enough, but the defenders were actually elves! This was bullshit! This was bullshit! God knew how difficult it was to capture a city defended by elven archers and rangers.
"Raise your shields! Form a formation! Don't panic!" Azog angrily waved the dark red warhammer in his hand, and was filled with anger as he looked at the orcs in the front row who were constantly knocked down by the elves' North Wind Arrows.
Hearing the order, the orcs gathered together, raising their arm shields to block the arrows thrown from the sky...
"Will it work?" Iovia's eyes twitched. What could that short-lived wooden forearm shield possibly block? What a disdain for an elven archer!
"Aim at the orcs in formation and shoot!" Iovia's eyes emitted a gleam of death. She would not refuse the head given by Azog.
"Ugh!" An exquisitely crafted elven armor-piercing arrow instantly tore through the center of an arm shield and passed through it, directly piercing out of the mouth of the orc behind the arm shield.
"Swish!" Amidst the chaotic rain of arrows, an armor-piercing arrow easily tore through the obstacle in front of it and plunged down. The orc hiding behind the arm shield quickly turned his head. Although he was not hit directly, the wind element carried by the arrow mercilessly tore the carotid artery in his neck, and the fishy blood spurted into the sky like a fountain.
"Bang!" After a buzzing sound, another round of feather arrows was shot out by the star elves.
Looking outside the city, the originally dense army of orcs had become small pieces of orc remnants rushing towards the city of Losenniel.
Many lucky souls managed to escape the elves' deadly arrows and continued running towards the city of Losenniel, carrying ladders. However, they soon lost hope...
A moat nearly twenty meters wide surrounded the city of Losenniel and lay before them!
This was obviously a brilliant move by Iovia and White Wing. The entire city of Losenniel was built in haste, and the highest point of the wooden and stone walls was less than six meters. There was no way to increase the height difference in a short period of time. Finally, when Peter Gro went to find Roland, he saw the wide Rapid River, and suddenly his mind was enlightened. Not long after asking Roland to borrow old man Radil, Losenniel City had the moat in front of it.
"Release!" White Wing waved his hand, and the human soldiers immediately released their bowstrings. Awaiting them were the human soldiers led by White Wing. The elven soldiers' energy shouldn't be wasted on close-range attacks; long-range, covering strikes were the elven's best use. Human soldiers were more than enough to clean up the few that slipped through the arrow curtain. Even dwarves could accurately hit them from a distance of dozens of meters.
“Puff!”
"brush!"
“Squeak!”
“Ah~”
"Plop~"
The sound of armor-piercing arrows piercing armor, the friction between flesh and arrows, the wails of dying orcs, and the sound of corpses falling into the water mixed together.
"What a beautiful piece of music!" Iovia had a satisfied look on her face, a cold gleam in her eyes, and a sneer on her lips.
"..." Bai Yi shuddered at the sight of Iovia. What happened to this elf? It seemed like she had unlocked some strange form...
Looking at Iovia's increasingly perverted smile, Bai Yi quietly moved a few steps to the side, keeping a distance from Iovia without making a sound.
Iovia didn't notice the slightly horrified look in Bai Yi's eyes beside her at all, and still sneered. When she was in a good mood, she even shot and killed several thick-skinned ogres who were about to break through the arrow curtain. Once the huge ogre fell, the orcs hiding behind it were instantly harvested like wheat.
"Ahem...Wang wasn't like this before." Peter Gro quietly came to Bai Yi's side and said with embarrassment on his face.
"I understand, I understand..." Bai Yi grinned and said helplessly in a low voice.
"His father, our previous king, died tragically at the hands of orcs, so he..." Peter Gro spread his hands and did not continue this heavy topic.
"So..." Bai Yi looked at the orcs under the city thoughtfully without saying anything.
"Your Highness, there are too many orcs! You should see our people..." Peter Gro whispered to Iovia as he watched the elves swinging their sore arms and drawing their bows.
"Stop shooting!" Iovia leaned on the city wall and half of her body stuck out to look at the orcs who suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield.
"Wow!" The sound of bows being sheathed rang out in unison. The elves put up their longbows and took a few steps back, disappearing from the sight of the orcs under the city.
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"The elves' rain of arrows is too fierce, we can't break through..." The orc leader in charge of the vanguard knelt in front of Azog and said timidly.
"Roar! Damn elves! What on earth did Bolg do!" Azog roared angrily. Even if Bolg couldn't bypass the elves' territory, he could at least hold back the elves' army! What the hell was going on with this sudden elven army?
At this moment, Borg, who was leading his army to climb up and down the dark forest and strive to rush to the foot of Lonely Mountain, suddenly sneezed several times. He looked at the snowflakes around him in confusion, and finally decided to pick up a fur coat and put it on.
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"How's the battle going?" Roland asked Caslo behind him, standing on the city wall of Jiliu City and looking at the river bank in the distance.
"The orcs and the White Wing King are in a stalemate. The bows and arrows of the star elves are too deadly..." Kaslo sighed. They are indeed a tribe of elves that specialize in bows and arrows. Compared with them, the Badaniyan archers are like "waste".
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Roland suddenly felt jealous! He wanted such a powerful archer himself, not a bunch of hand-to-hand combat brutes...
"By the way, how effective is the moat in Losenniel?" Roland asked.
"Hahaha! Very good! The orcs left nearly two thousand corpses in front of the city of Losenniel today." Peter Gro suddenly appeared.
"Hello, Knight Peter, welcome to Stormwind!" Roland nodded in greeting. After all, a true dragon knight is respected wherever he goes.
"I'm here to discuss matters with you on behalf of the King and the White-Winged King," Peter Gro saluted. Roland was truly impressed by Peter Gro's etiquette as an elven noble. Roland's head ached just looking at the complicated etiquette, let alone practicing it.
"What's wrong? Do you need any help?" Roland asked.
"The orcs' offensive tomorrow will probably be more intense. I hope you can send Knight Kaslo to support us. After all, I can't act rashly." Peter Gro said, stroking his chest.
"No problem, but I think the most intense battle should be the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Roland agreed immediately.
"It's like this. I saw orcs cutting down trees in the Dark Forest during sky reconnaissance. They must want to make large wooden shields to defend against your arrows. It's not ruled out that they want to go north through the Rapids River." Caslo explained to Peter Gro after seeing his confusion.
"Thank you for your reminder. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Peter Gro bowed and expressed his departure.
"Well, take care. Give my regards to the two princes." Roland smiled.
Thankfully, the Swift River hadn't frozen over in winter! It was just covered in large ice floes, but that wouldn't last. After personally inspecting the area, Ladir told Roland to be on guard against the Swift River freezing over, as a cold front from the north was imminent.
"Tell the sentinels to be alert. We cannot rule out the possibility that the orcs will cross the frozen Rapid River to attack us." Roland, reminded by Kaslo, quickly turned around and gave orders to Marcus behind him. He actually did not consider that after the Rapid River was frozen, the orcs could cross this natural barrier and directly attack the Rapid City.
"I hope that the Orcs won't discover the River Rapids." Roland sighed helplessly and said, "Let Iovia and White Wing handle it first. I'd rather die than let my friends die."