Chapter 143 Fatal Attack
"Drive!" Eovia drew out her two swords and waved them wildly. The terrifying fighting spirit from the sixth-level stalkers bloomed on the sharp scimitars. The elven army, which was already highly morale, became more and more courageous under the leadership of the king. They succeeded. Suppressed the enemy into the city.
Street fighting begins...
"Bang! Roar!" A hidden troll broke through a stone wall and rushed out. The thick wooden stick in his hand directly smashed the two swordsmen who came forward.
"Chichichi!" In an instant, dozens of sharp arrows hit his head and face. In an instant, the ferocious troll was shot into a blood gourd, pouring out its own black blood like a shower.
"Kill!" The whirling moon blade directly chopped off a row of heads, and the orc's ferocious head instantly rolled to the ground.
"Pay attention to your surroundings! Enemies are everywhere!" Eovia shouted. The elven cities extending in all directions gave the orcs a good place to hide. They jumped out from the shadow places crazily to kill the star elves. .
"The orcs resist tenaciously! But this is our city! They are retreating steadily, and the people use your weapons to drive away the enemies! Retake our city!" Iovia said passionately.
"Kill!" The bloody star elves rushed into the lost ancient city crazily.
"Ouch!" The orcs were retreating steadily, and their crude equipment could not effectively deal with the carefully crafted weapons of the star elves.
"Press up!" Eovia was extremely excited. Today, this ancient city will return to the hands of the elves, and the nails buried in the north by the dark camp will be pulled out with her own hands!
Dol Guldur was extremely noisy at this night, with roars, cries, and murderous cries mixed together, and black and red blood mixed together and flowing slowly along the dry canals in the city...
"Your Highness, our casualties are quite high!" Peter Gro frowned, even the casualties of just over a hundred people already made him feel distressed.
"Huh?" The extremely excited Eovia immediately woke up. He looked around at the elf soldiers who were already strangled with the orcs, and his mind suddenly felt cold.
"Don't fight with them in close combat! Use bows and arrows to shoot at close range!" Eovia said quickly. No matter how close combat with these thick-skinned orcs is, the elves will be at a disadvantage. The elves' long bows can not only It is also very sharp in long-range attack and melee combat.
After receiving the order, the star elves distanced themselves from the orcs one after another. Except for the ranger who opened the way at the front, everyone else bent their bows and nocked arrows. The long bows were pulled into a half-moon shape and they almost shot against the orcs' faces. Although there was no It was like a full moon, but the close distance made up for this flaw. The orcs raised their weapons and howled at the elven soldiers, while the elves nailed them to the ground more than ten meters away. Facts have proved that the organized elf shooters can advance against the enemy, and anyone who dares to get close to them will be shot into a sieve! The orcs who were lucky enough to use their shields to block the bows and arrows would face the rangers holding elven scimitars. As the blades danced, corpses mixed with visceral fragments were scattered one after another.
"Don't scatter! Let's clean up here one by one!" Eovia jumped off the unicorn. At this time, the unicorn stood in the square at the entrance to Dol Guldur, using its various buffing skills wantonly.
"Find the way to the Royal Hall!" Iovia ordered loudly while looking at the chaotic battlefield. Almost all the Royal Halls in elven cities are at the center of the city. Occupying them can effectively block the connections between various areas. , you can gradually encroach on the entire city.
After a while, someone found the way to the Royal Hall on the weathered stone pillars. Eovia quickly led the team there, leaving behind groups of elven soldiers along the way to separate the entire battlefield.
"We're here!" an elf soldier said with joy. In front of him was the royal hall of Amon Lance. Although it had been occupied by orcs for a long time, the rich elf style could still be seen in the entire magnificent building.
"We are back!" Eovia locked eyes with the orc army gathered in front of the steps of the royal hall with murderous eyes.
"Kill!" The silver war energy flames were violently stimulated, and a sword light dozens of meters long silently advanced towards the orcs.
"Space blade!" A high-level orc screamed in horror. The space system... has the most destructive attribute!
"Chichichi!" The silver space blade passed through the orc's body. The place where it was hit seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole, and the cut was smooth...
Eovia swung the sword in his hand and tapped his toes, leaping into the air, and the next second his father's relic, the longbow Rodnan, appeared in his hand.
"Ah!" The life force poured into it like a spring. Although it was huge, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the long life of the Elf King. During the roar, Eovia let go of the hand that controlled the string...
"Buzz~" In the bright light, the orcs fell to the ground one after another. Although there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, their vitality and souls had been dissipated under the arrow.
"Stars twinkling!" Iovia's ears twitched and her body curled up in the air. In the starlight, Iovia appeared a hundred meters away, and the next second a thick crossbow arrow passed by the place where he had just stayed.
"Damn it! Space Ranger!" A half-orc leader gritted his teeth. The ranger is very difficult to deal with, capable of long-range shooting and short-range slashing, and is very mobile. The space system is more difficult, erratic, appearing and disappearing, and the damage is staggering. Space Ranger... Orcs said they were tired and wanted to restart, there was no way to play anymore!
Yes, Eovia, the Lord of the Stars, is the ranger of the space system, and the essence of the stars is space! In the land of shining stars, the Ranger looms among them!
"Is it useful?" Iovia looked at the fourth-level half-orc in front of him with a fierce smile. When the sword in his hand was about to collide with it, Eovia's whole person instantly became illusive, and the scimitar in his hand also passed directly through it. The orc's weapon was thrust into his neck.
"Vulnerable!" Eovia's figure twisted and disappeared, leaving only a rolling head and a headless body.
"Advance! Destroy them!" Eovia appeared in front of her army and shouted.
"Boom!" The huge stone door screamed and fell in a violent shaking. Countless elves stepped over the fallen stone door and successfully entered the royal hall.
"Kill!" Eovia rushed in first. The orcs who were still resisting at the door were easily killed by him. The elves were about to win!
"Peter! Take someone to clean up the bastards who are still resisting!" Iovia walked towards the hall without looking back.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Peter Gro bowed, stepped over the corpse at his feet, and left with a group of elf rangers.
"I'm back... It's a pity that this is not our home..." Eovia walked towards the throne in the hall.
"What a perfect work of art, what a pity..." Eovia stroked the broken throne and felt infinite sadness in her heart. The once prosperous elves could only retreat to a few secret places to recuperate.
"Alas!" Eovia raised her head and prepared to leave.
"Huh?" Eovia's eyes suddenly widened.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Eovia's mouth! A silver-black sword sank into Eovia's abdomen from behind!
Khamul's figure slowly appeared behind Eovia.
"Get out!" Eovia forced herself away from the long sword that was embedded in her body, then raised her scimitar and slashed with her backhand. When Khamul raised his sword to block, Eovia's figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a figure behind. Blood scattered on the ground!
"Sixth level black knight!"
"black Knight!"
"His Royal Highness was attacked!"
The elven soldiers retreated from the royal hall one after another. Khamur held the sword and dragged the flail. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword. It was the king's blood...