Chapter 249: Exploring the Beach (1700 Monthly Pass)

The next moment, Cirvanas suddenly appeared behind Duke on horseback.

It looks like two people riding on the same horse, very intimate. In fact, Queen Xi didn't put any weight on the horse's back at all, and she couldn't feel any weight at all.

She lightly pressed Duke's shoulders with both hands, and came up from Duke's right back. There was some kind of wonderful natural fragrance that gently brushed over Duke's ears, making Duke's heart itch.

Then, Duke suddenly found a strange touch on his right cheek.

That is the touch of red lips.

Different from Aurelia's soft kiss as if kissing a child last time, this kiss feels between intimacy and warning, between 'kiss' and 'bite', it has a little rewarding nature , with a faint warning.

"Hey, the great guy my sister likes, this is an advance reward for you. But if you dare not keep your promise, I will bite off a piece of your meat at the same place." After the kiss, Queen Xi's warning came from Whisper of the Wind.

Duke touched his right cheek, dumbfounded.

Is this a warning? Or a reward?

Anyway, Duke was molested again.

Cirvanas' green figure disappeared without a trace in a flash, the speed was unbelievable, and the graceful figure also made people dazzled.

Over there, Gavin Ladd chuckled unkindly.

"Hey! You failed as a guard!" Duke complained.

"As long as your lord gives an order to define Ms. Alleria or Ms. Sylvanas as an enemy, my warhammer will definitely hit that beautiful face without hesitation." Gavinrad said on his face. Has a bad sense of teasing.

The subtext is, Duke, do you dare?

Duke wouldn't have done that even in a twitch. That's Queen Xi! It would be perfect if history could be changed and Queen Xi would be saved, no longer the cold undead queen, but a warm and living Cirvanas.

Thinking of King Ryan who was still alive and kicking, Duke suddenly had confidence.

But, can such Cirvanas still be called Queen Xi?

Duke suddenly felt a little melancholy.

At this time, Gavin Ladd murmured in a low voice: "Fortunately, my lord, you didn't include the fourth child, otherwise, my lord, you would have become everyone's public enemy."

"What?" Duke was stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention.

"Oh it's all right."

The temptation of the tribe, as expected, arrived the next day.

It was a dusk raid.

Nearly thirty transport ships rushed out of the sea almost as night fell.

The current tribe does lack warships, and the clever orcs have solved the problem of not having command of the sea in an alternative way. That's speed!

Unreasonably fast! Go crazy fast!

This is not the latest iron bump, but an earlier batch of pure wood. Lighter and faster.

The hull was ridiculously low, there was no mast, no building, and no deck could be seen from the outside of the whole ship. The part exposed to the sea is almost covered by a defensive carapace, and the orc peons put a large number of huge shells on the roof of the ship for defensive purposes.

What is the power of the orc's fast transport ship?

The answer is pulping!

Pure manual power, without any additives and preservatives, oh, wrong, it does not contain any high-end nautical technology.

There is not even a rudder, and the course is changed entirely by paddling.

Looking at the whole boat from a high altitude, you will find that it really looks like a... cockroach gliding on the water!

The orc's voyage is so simple and violent.

What if a big wave capsizes the boat? What if the level is not enough to spin around the sea?

Salad! Just sink!

Orcs who cannot be used have no right to life. The life philosophy of the orcs is like this bird!

When twenty-seven of the thirty transport ships escaped the pursuit of the patrol fleet and rushed across the sea level, there was a violent commotion on Tol Barad.

It wasn't until these boats broke through the waves, completely ignoring the possibility of recycling, and rushed to the beach along with the tide, that the first meaningless roar of cannons sounded on Tobalad Island.

The sky was dimming at high speed.

Looking from a distance, most of the boats had docked, and I saw many black figures gathered together, setting foot on the beach full of rocks. There was no formation, and they charged towards the hills in a completely random manner.

Even on the hill, Alleria could see these green-skinned creatures with red eyes, tall and tall, without armor, and carrying heavy weapons that could definitely be called big, running towards here quickly.

They wielded crude weapons, axes, hammers, machetes, and spears, many of which lacked the gleam of metal.

And there are many of them.

It's really hard to imagine how more than 50 people can be packed into those small transport ships that seem to only hold 20 people.

Twenty-two boats, over a thousand death squads. Night attack!

This is a lot of pressure for the regular human army.

An exception is made for high elf rangers.

You don't even need to observe the direction of the wind. Windrunners are the children of the wind. Alleria raised her emerald green bow, put three long green arrows on her slender fingers, and said a series of words without hesitation. Parameters: "Wind direction southwest, wind force 2, elevation angle 3!"

Beside Alleria, Lilas Windrunner, who had been relatively silent all this time, shouted uncharacteristically.

"The wind direction is southwest, the wind force is 2, and the elevation angle is 3!"

Behind the two Windrunner sisters, a total of five hundred elite rangers raised their longbows silently.

If it is a human archer unit, maybe a sharpshooter is needed to lead the shot. Everyone shoots in that direction, at least the landing point will not be too outrageous.

Human archer troops, playing covered shooting. Rely on quantity and arrow density to carry out area damage.

What about the high elf ranger troops? Feel sorry! What the hell is a sniper!

Aurelia's vigorous figure stood tall in the wind, and the breeze blew her golden hair and raised her green cloak. She was a heroic goddess of arrows.

"Three consecutive shots!" Alleria yelled softly.

In the hands of these elite rangers holding two or three arrows at the same time, the bowstring was finally released, and more than 1,200 arrows rushed into the sky.

What was shot at the same moment was also the one specially arranged by Duke.

A trebuchet threw out all the so-called arrows without arrows or feathers. What Duke wants is this kind of overwhelming shooting feeling, which is for the orcs in those observation ships.

What is really deadly is Aurelia's ranger team.

It is very difficult for a bow and arrow to deal a fatal blow to a strong orc. This 'law' that has been verified countless times is obviously only applicable to human troops.

For high elves who are born with sharp shots, also have dark vision and farsighted eyes. The exposed throats and heads of the orcs are simply oversized targets.

In the second round of the three consecutive shots, the orcs who attacked the beach were actually wiped out.