"Break the Army!" Lance thrust his spear with all his might. The sharp lance easily pierced through the armor and bodies of the two orcs. He shook the twitching corpses in his hand and flung them aside. With a fierce roar, he pounced on his next target...
"Squeak~"
"Bang!"
“Crack!”
"Bang!"
"ah!"
"Boom!"
"clang!"
“Ouch!”
"Boom~"
The cyan "torrent" and the black "torrent" collided, a sharp grinding sound! The clashing of shields! The snapping of spears! The clashing of flesh! The screams of the Flood Infantrymen! The snapping of blades! The clashing of weapons! The wails of the Orcs! In an instant, the battle reached a fever pitch from the moment it began! The Orcs frantically charged the Flood Infantrymen's defenses, desperately trying to leave a scratch on their shields or armor, even at the risk of being riddled with lances...
"Change the formation! Form a long snake formation!" Lance keenly sensed the madness of the orcs. Seeing that the elven rangers behind him had caught up, Lance decisively chose to change the formation. Now the goal of the torrent infantry was not to kill the enemy, but to protect these fragile rangers and archers behind them... Looking at the thin chain mail of the elven rangers and the tight leather armor of the elven archers... and then looking at the rough weapons and burly figures of the orcs... Lance suddenly felt under great pressure!
The torrent infantrymen at the rear suddenly broke into a quick sprint, and before the Orc army arrived, they formed a thin line of defense in front.
"Raise your shields! Hold them!" Seeing more and more orcs charging towards them, Lance quickly ordered everyone to raise their shields to block! A shield wall suddenly rose up! The surging black tide was forcibly held back by the thin blue line of defense, unable to move forward.
"Someone come quickly! I can't hold on any longer!" The veins on Lance's head bulged, he gritted his teeth and held the tower shield tightly, leaving two deep marks under the feet of all the torrent infantrymen!
"Support fire!" Roland looked at the exhausted Swiftstream infantry and quickly gave orders to the Battanya archers surrounding him. The Battanya archers immediately stopped blocking fire and switched from projectiles to flat fire.
"Dou du du~" The tricky and fierce arrows pierced through the crowd, brushed past the shields, and penetrated into the gaps... and then embedded into the throats and eye sockets of the orcs. In an instant, more than a hundred orcs collapsed to the ground, and the pressure on the entire defense line of the Stream Infantry was suddenly relieved.
"Hold on!" Lance finally relaxed. In the previous push, the entire shield wall was almost knocked down!
"Blade Dance!" Dazzling blade flashes swept over the heads of the Flood Infantrymen. Elf rangers, clad in yellow or blue mail, gently flipped over their shield walls, their elven scimitars slicing gracefully. As the blades flashed, the remains of Orcs flew everywhere. The orcs, who had been so aggressive, froze. The shocking sight of broken limbs and arms tested their endurance. Even Roland, who was scouting from the rear, felt his stomach churn. The smooth stumps of the freshly severed limbs still oozed with steaming blood. The grotesque bodies were still twitching slightly. The bodies, writhing in agony and struggling, stood out against the pure white snow. The black night of blood poured over the snow, making it extremely glaring. Even Roland, who had begun to adapt to this cruel era, couldn't help but frown...
"So brutal..." Although it was not the first time he saw the Elf Ranger's skill Blade Dance, he was still deeply amazed when he saw it again. There was a reason why the elves could stand in Middle-earth for so long. The ultimate attack in exchange for sacrificing defense was enough to make any enemy facing the Elf Ranger's legs spin. Roland asked himself, the only ones under his command who could withstand the Elf Ranger's Blade Dance skill without injury were the Dorwinian Heavy Swordsmen, and they were not given time to charge. The starting move of the Blade Dance skill before release was charging. If they were allowed to charge successfully, even the heavy armor of the Dorwinian Heavy Swordsmen would be cut open. As for the Lagran Knights wearing standard plate armor, it would not be difficult for them to chop them. So the Elf Ranger's attack power is known to everyone!
The irregularly dancing curved blades flew up and down, and the orcs were constantly dismembered by the extended battle energy blades. The high-spirited elven rangers were ready to pursue the victory...
After a loud bang of "Swish", a black shadow at an extremely fast speed penetrated into the ranger's lineup.
"Puff!" The first few elven rangers who were penetrated by the black shadow exploded instantly, and their body parts flew everywhere...
"Puff~Puff~" The sound of flesh being torn apart was so clear! Nearly ten elves from the Woodland and Star tribes were pierced by a crossbow and turned into a string of "candied haws"!
"Bang!" A powerful force came, and the crossbow spear directly nailed the shield of a Stream Infantryman. The huge impact directly twisted his arm bones! The bone fragments protruding through his body made people shudder.
"Damn it! The Dragon Hunting Crossbow!" Lance's pupils shrank! After blasting several Rangers, it could still penetrate nearly ten Rangers and still have enough power to nail into the tower shield. Only the Dragon Hunting Crossbow could have such power!
"Damn it!" Caslo, who was rushing to the battlefield, felt his pupils shrink! His body froze. These damn Dragon Hunting Crossbows still existed? When did Dragon Hunting Crossbows become so worthless? Anybody could come up with a few! How would Dragon Knights, Wyvern Knights, Drake Knights, and other Aerial Knights survive?
"Kardo! Pull up! Don't go too low! You can't handle that thing! Unless you wear the Platinum Dragon Armor!" Caslo hurriedly said, sensing Cardo's unwillingness. He was afraid that this stupid dragon would suddenly go down and seek trouble with the Dragon Hunting Crossbow. You know, dragons are naturally disgusted with large crossbows like the Dragon Hunting Crossbow. This can be seen from the fact that Cardo stared at the city defense crossbow on the Rapid City with a bad face every day.
"Roar!" Cardo exhaled a breath and immediately climbed to a high altitude and hid in the clouds. However, because the breath was too far away, when the violent wind element reached the orc's head, it had turned into a gentle breeze.
"Dragon Knight!" Borg's eyes flashed with ferocity. Now he still had two dragon-hunting crossbows, so he had every hope of hunting down the dragon. Unfortunately, his knight was too slippery. His attack failed, so he fled far away and hid in the clouds, which instead restrained Borg and the others.
"Shoot alternately! See if you can lure that damn reptile down!" Borg said grimly.
"Swish!" Another crossbow shot out, and the prepared elven rangers immediately dodged. Unfortunately, several elven rangers were still killed. Although their eyes caught the flying crossbow arrow, their bodies could not keep up with the speed of their thoughts...
"Hunting Moon!" A blue moon and a blue moon rose, and Eovia and Thranduil leaped forward. Hunting elves with dragon crossbows right before their eyes? As if the two Elf Kings didn't exist? With the dancing crescent moons clearing the way, the two enraged sixth-rank stalkers sprinted towards the crossbow's incoming fire, their limbs and arms flying in the air as they leaped.
"Damn? That's unsportsmanlike! Is this dragon-hunting crossbow meant for humans?" Vanerwei's expression twisted instantly. Although he was not from an elf branch, he was also an elf, and a sixth-level hunter. A fiery crescent moon rose, and Vanerwei, holding Manicati, also caught up on tiptoe.
Roland was immediately drawn to the movements of the three men, and then his mouth twitched. How could the orc manning the dragon-hunting crossbow have such a good reputation! He was actually targeted by three sixth-level elf kings. May there be no elf kings in heaven...