Chapter 314 The Sigh of the Green Death God

No one knows where this green arrow came from and where it was going.

This arrow is like a wisp of rags rolled up by the strong wind blowing the ground, it is unbelievably light.

It streaked across the sky blackened by the flames, passed through the monstrous sea of ​​flames, and finally flew to a height of tens of meters. It's not that no orc dragoons noticed this strange green, but this green is too harmless to humans and animals.

But something strange happened.

An orc driving a red dragon launched a dive that has been performed countless times. His goal is the human position north of the Sador Bridge. As long as he rushed out of the bunker, he could deal another heavy blow to the orc army that was attacking the North Bridge.

At this moment, the touch of green merged with the green on the neck of the orc dragoon.

An arrow pierces through the roar.

No more life.

The orc stared wide-eyed, he didn't understand why he died? When was it attacked?

The blood soaring from the throat drew a long line of blood in the sky due to the high speed of the flying dragon.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he fell off the red dragon's back.

Suddenly losing its controller, the young red dragon seemed at a loss as it quickly stopped its breath.

The dragon's breath is not Chinese cabbage, and the giant dragon consumes a lot of energy to activate the dragon's breath. The continuous breathing just now has already made it breathless. Now that the driver is killed, it is of course willing to liberate itself.

With a roar of joy, it immediately flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

Before receiving the order from 'that', it longed to breathe free air, this thought made it quickly leave the battlefield, and flew to nowhere.

The orc's misfortune attracted the attention of the orc dragoons of the Dragonmaw clan. They stared at the copper bell-sized eyes, turning their eyeballs at high speed, searching for the attack from the ground.

This is not a single case.

Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.

No one knows where they came from, only that one after another the orcs were killed by arrows.

"Where!? Where the hell?"

"Who saw the enemy?"

"Didn't see it!"

"Ah! Nazuzu is dead, and Bator is dead too!"

The Dragon Roaring orcs were in a panic. The expected destruction did not appear, and they did not kill a few humans. They just burned a lot of large ordnance that they thought were worthless.

How is this going?

The orcs began to be afraid of seeing that touch of green, and even pulled the reins of the red dragon when they saw the green, causing the red dragon to climb at a high speed.

useless.

Those green arrows are like ghosts and ghosts, and they will make all kinds of coordination.

For example, an orc saw an arrow flying from the left, and when he was dodging that arrow in a panic, an arrow shot silently from the right rear of his blind spot, knowing his life.

After the twentieth orc dragoon was killed, no orc dared to drive the red dragon within a hundred meters of the ground.

At this time, they suddenly discovered that the flames on the earth were extinguished.

It's not that the flame is burnt out, but that the flame is extinguished.

The icy breath quickly spread across the ground, and the billowing white mist covered every flaming flame, snuffing it out in the cold.

As the cold air covered the ground, a large group of slender and slender green figures began to loom in the ice mist on the ground.

Ranger of the High Elves! ?

Zuluhed was astonished!

Actually let the precious magician cover these elves with large-scale war magic?

Have to say, this is a genius idea.

No longer constrained by the bunker with limited range and narrow field of view, the range of the elves' arrows has suddenly been greatly improved.

This time, five orc dragoons were shot at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.

"It's impossible!" Zuluhed exclaimed.

This has completely surpassed the concept of bow and arrow, and does not conform to all so-called common sense.

With a slender longbow, it is not easy to shoot a giant dragon that is doing various evasive maneuvers at an altitude of 150 meters, let alone sitting on the dragon and cannot see people from the ground. Orc cavalry!

What kind of terrifying and mysterious shooting technique is this!

It is completely impossible to imagine what kind of existence it is that shoots such an arrow.

What emerged in Zulushid's mind were projective monsters stronger than ogres. How would he feel if he knew that the real shooters were just two fair-haired elf girls who looked delicate.

Either way, not a single Red Dragoon felt close to the ground now. The lowest red dragon is a full three hundred meters above the ground.

Zuluhed cursed angrily. He stared at the tribal transport ship that was about to enter the bottom of the Sador Bridge, and gritted his teeth: "Well, at least I escorted the transport ship to the past and completed the task of the chief..."

It seemed to be the greatest mockery of Zuluhed and his Dragonmaw cavalry. At this moment, a pair of human beings who are not afraid of death rushed out of the bunker and ran towards a intact catapult placed on the edge of the cliff. It seemed that they were about to operate the catapult to kill the transport ship in the strait.

Zuluhed's lungs were about to explode: "Dive! Use the dragon's breath to burn those guys to ashes!"

"But... what about the elves' rangers?" Every surviving dragon howl orc cavalry had lingering fears, and that touch of emerald green had become a lingering shadow in their hearts.

"Come here!" Zuluhed cast a spell on the nearest dragoon.

Suddenly the guy felt a small tornado swirling around him, and the guy was overjoyed.

[Wind Shield] A shaman's protective magic. The wind shield made by using the power of nature can well resist the shooting of various arrows.

The next moment that guy rushed over, not only him, but also several dragoons who also blessed with [Wind Shield] drove the red dragon and launched a dive bombing towards those humans.

For the red dragon, the distance of 300 meters is just two breaths.

The green Feiya came just in time, as if the Grim Reaper had made an appointment to come to the door.

As always, he aimed at the vital point, but was stopped just before the orc cavalry was about to die. It seemed that it would break through the weak wind at any time. After several hard rotations, the green arrow couldn't get in.

This time, the green god of death let out a helpless sigh.

"No!" Cirvanas exclaimed.

Just now, she had proudly reassured the ballistas of Stromgarde with the Whisper of the Wind that they were safe.

"Under my divine arrow, no dragoon can hurt you."

She said so, but now the other party's shaman magic ruthlessly broke her pride.

Sylvanas almost cried.

At this moment, a white light appeared...

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