"Hoo...Hoo..." Iovia panted, leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with worry. The orcs had already attacked over a dozen times, but the defenders of Lothnir hadn't even killed a quarter of them. Aside from the orc vanguard, who were initially pelted with bullets by the star elves, the other orcs in their feint attacks hadn't suffered many casualties.
"How's the situation with King White Wing?" Iovia turned to look at the guard beside her.
"The situation is not optimistic. Their knights have begun to suffer casualties..." The guard hesitated to speak. Even the noble knights were bleeding on the battlefield, not to mention the warriors and ordinary soldiers.
"How are the tribesmen doing?" Iovia asked with a dark face.
"Your Highness, our situation is not optimistic. I'm afraid our soldiers won't be able to draw their bows if the orcs attack again!"
"Has it become so difficult?" Iovia muttered to herself. The cunning Azog was an experienced opponent. He understood the price of a head-on attack on a city guarded by an army of elves. So he commanded his orcs to continuously consume the elves' physical strength and morale. But Iovia could not take it lightly. Once they revealed a flaw, Azog's feint attack could turn into a main attack at any time!
"Your Highness, don't you need me to take action?" Peter Gro said to Iovia while looking at Kaslo wreaking havoc above the west city wall.
"It's not the last moment yet. I can't trade our trump card for the Orcs' ace...it would be too disadvantageous." After thinking for a while, Iovia decisively rejected Peter Gro's idea of fighting.
"Tell everyone to prepare for close combat!" The murderous intent in Iovia's eyes made Peter Gro shudder.
"People often say that elves are not good at close combat... Haha, if we are not good at close combat, how can we win the final alliance war? We just don't want to sacrifice..." Iovia looked at the elven archers and rangers wearing fine mail or chain mail around her and couldn't help but say sadly.
"Your Highness..." Peter Gro also closed his eyes in pain. Only the elves who had experienced the disastrous defeat in the Battle of the Black Gate could understand this unforgettable pain and hatred.
"Needless to say, I won't leave... We never betrayed our allies back then, and we won't betray them now!" Iovia said firmly, looking at Peter Gro who had the idea of retreat in his eyes.
"Bang! My sword will be pointed in the direction you point, and my soul and body will fight for you until the last moment! My king!" Peter Gro knelt on one knee and said seriously.
"Stand up," Iovia said calmly.
"Clang!" The sharp elven curved blade was slowly pulled out by Iovia.
"For our ancestors! For our beliefs! For our homeland! For our people! Noble star elves of Singeri! We will never surrender!" Iovia stood on the top of the city wall with an extremely tragic look.
"Kill!" A hail of arrows fell from behind him again...
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"Have you decided?" Lord Lance looked at his king.
"Yes! My allies are fighting hard! We can't just ignore them. If they're finished, it will be our turn!" Roland said firmly.
"Then... just give it a try! I swear on my honor and life that I will protect the peace of Riverstorm until you return... regardless of success or failure." City defense officer Marcus bowed, his words full of sincerity.
"This is also my answer, Your Highness." Lord Lance knelt on one knee and said respectfully.
"So... what do you need to protect her? Sir Marcus!" Roland said slowly.
"Dowinian heavy swordsmen, Lagran guards, Badaniyan archers and conscripted light infantry. Their numbers are too few to defend the city, but it will be easy to disrupt command in a field battle." Marcus lowered his head and pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Bang!" Lance hit his chest.
"As a well-deserved Lagran noble, I will lead my Torrent Legion to clear all obstacles ahead for you. Only death can end my promise to you!" Loyalty flashed in Lance's eyes.
"May the Dragon God bless you!" Roland ended this heavy topic.
"Renault... assemble the knights! Oh, and call Radil and Ivy, they will be needed in this war." Roland waved his hand and ordered.
This time, Roland only planned to send out the Swift Current Legion and the Holy Glory Knights to support the city of Losenniel. The other types of troops were too disorganized and difficult to command on the vast battlefield.
Roland put on his own platinum main armor, mounted his tall charr warhorse, and stood quietly at the west gate of the city of Rapids, waiting for the army behind him to gather. He looked at the west bank with an indescribable gloom in his eyes.
As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes." Roland, who had originally planned to stay on the east coast and hibernate, was completely defeated by nature. This loss would be a true act of God's will! Can you imagine! Such a huge and wide River Rapids was frozen by a cold current blowing from the north! Just last night! Upon hearing the news, the previously peaceful River Rapids immediately entered the highest level of war alert. Marcus, dressed in armor, patrolled the city all night... For River Rapids, the frozen River Rapids was like the goddess of victory stripping off her underwear and waving to the orcs!
Come on! Come on! Come and fight me! The city of River Rapids now faced the Orcs and issued its own call. Roland didn't think he could stop the Azog army that was turning back. The only thing he could do now was to take the initiative and attack! Instead of waiting for the Orcs to besiege the city, he could attack them by surprise. There was still a chance of winning!
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"Hu~Hu... How troublesome!" Iovia panted tiredly. Just now, he shot the first arrow in his life that was aimed at the orcs!
Aiming for the eye socket, the arrow narrowly missed its neck. Iovia stared at her trembling hands and gave a feeble, wry smile. Even the Elf King, renowned for his precision, missed his target. One can only imagine the intensity of the battle! Thanks to the longevity of the elves, the 2,000 elves, comprised entirely of professionals, were able to suppress the orcs for the time being. The relentless hail of arrows kept the orcs at bay, and thus far, the Star Elves had suffered no casualties.
"Roland! I can't hold it back any longer..." Iovia muttered bitterly in her heart.
"Your Highness! The orcs are charging again!" a ranger exclaimed.
"Can you... still shoot the bow?" Iovia looked around and said bitterly.
"Your Highness! We will fight for you until the last moment!" The elven ranger and elven archer, with trembling arms, drew out their scimitars and daggers, and proved their loyalty with practical actions.
"Well, prepare for close combat!" Iovia's temper flared. "Do you really think elves are good-tempered?" "Wait! Orc bastards, today I'm going to make you feel the terror of being dominated by the elven army 3,000 years ago."
"Bang bang bang!" One by one, the orcs stepped on the piles of corpses under their feet and crossed the moat. Hundreds of crude ladders were set up, and the orcs, as if welcoming the dawn of victory, swarmed up the ladders.
"For the dignity of our elven rangers... Singari elves! Kill!" Iovia roared as she looked at the ugly orc heads emerging from the city wall.
A blue crescent moon emerged from behind Iovia, and the next second, blood burst forth! The Hunting Moon activated!
"Swish!" The elven ranger standing in front of the elven archer suddenly drew out the scimitar from his waist.
As the rangers adjusted their arm movements, the exquisite scimitars began to dance, and a neat wall of swords stood on the city of Losenniel.
With their coordinated waving - dawn has arrived!