Chapter 168: Battle in the Inner City

"Sky! Dragon's breath clears the way!" When Eovia's hunting moon dissipated due to exhaustion of fighting energy, Peter Glo immediately shouted at Sky in the sky, without the cover of the killing skills. Even a group of Goblins holding dung forks can kill the top professionals in a sneak attack, just like the rapid infantry formed in a military formation can overthrow the Knights as long as they are willing to use their lives to fill the gap.

Of course, it was impossible for Peter Groh to really leave himself and Eovia among the orcs. Being a tiger among sheep and being trapped in a tight siege are two different concepts.

"Your Highness!" Peter Groh threw down the high-spirited Eovia, and the breath of the star dragon without any warmth passed over their heads.

In such a cramped place, the dragon's breath that can take care of every corner can have the greatest lethal effect. I have to say that it is really comfortable to fish for "french fries" in Middle-earth, a place lacking AA, and the orcs are completely unstoppable. A dragon with full firepower, even the Ringwraiths hid in the shadows. After all, the effect of the Ringwraiths on the dragon in defense is no different from that of other ordinary orcs.

Roland will one day be grateful that he has the El Niño Rangers, a team with special bonuses in air combat. At least they will not become targets when facing enemy air units.

"...The one who rides the dragon is really perverted!" Iovia said to Peter Groud quietly after taking a deep look at the horrific destruction caused by the dragon's breath and the various stumps and broken arms left behind by the dragon's breath.

"Your Highness! Follow the soldiers! Don't act alone! Don't forget your father!" Peter Gro grabbed Iovia's shoulders and shook him. He didn't want Eovia to die because of being too brave and good at fighting like his father. Being surrounded and killed by ordinary orcs! The Battle of the Black Gate was not only a pain for the woodland elves, but also a pain that the star elves would never want to mention.

"Your Highness!" After seeing Eovia stunned, Peter Gro immediately shook him to remind him that he was still on the battlefield.

"Phew - I understand! Go see Thranduil! The road there is not easy to walk." Iovia shook her head to bury her sadness deeply in her heart, calmed down her emotions and said to Peter: Gro said.

"Then be careful, I'm going to see what's going on with King Thranduil!" Peter Gro turned into a firefighter and ran between the various coalition forces.

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"Maintain the formation! Don't panic!" Thranduil ordered the soldiers beside him nervously as he watched the orcs emerging in front and behind him.

"Advance steadily! They are just beasts! Raise your longbows! Set up your spears! Hold on to your shields! Victory belongs to us who stand in the light! After all, they can only hide in the darkness and linger! Long live! Free people ! Let us chop off their heads! Split their chests! Use their corpses to show our bravery!" Thranduil loudly encouraged the coalition forces he commanded.

"Kill!" Faced with several times the number of orcs, the coalition forces broke out with stronger fighting power because of fear. Fear not only makes people cowardly, but also makes people crazy! Obviously the coalition forces led by Thranduil belong to the second type!

The sharp steel gun pierced the flesh. When it was pulled out, in addition to a purple-black blood flower, there were also strands of minced meat hanging on the barb of the gun tip. The exquisite scimitar made a slight tear when it penetrated the flesh. With a clatter, the blood slid down along with the blade, and the bones and tendons were separated. The gushing blood instantly filled the ground. The shields continued to collide in the hands of both sides, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood and the bending of iron plates. The sound...the entire battlefield was in melee...

Thranduil was horrified to find that the coalition forces were scattered due to the twists and turns of the terrain! Small groups of soldiers gathered together, back to back, and stood firm in place to resist the surging impact of the orcs. Soldiers continued to fall under the attacks of the orcs, with red blood and purple blood from the orcs. Black blood mixed together...

The elves gave up their proud archery skills, the dwarves abandoned their heavy spears, and the humans swallowed their saliva and raised their swords. They were no longer fighting for the king and the alliance, they were fighting for themselves. Fight for survival!

"We have entered the inner city! Your Highness!" An elf guard following Thranduil gasped, holding a scimitar.

"Assemble! Everyone assemble! Come closer to me! Our dragon knight is coming!" Thranduil saw the stars hovering in the sky. Longsgai suddenly felt envious. It is really good to have air power!

At this time, Peter Groh was suffering from a headache. The strangled battlefield below made it impossible for him to start. Professionals such as Dragon Man and Dragon Knight, who had terrible group damage effects, could only exert limited effects in the face of melee. The two parties together gave Peter Gro a headache.

"Sky! Deal with the follow-up troops of the Orcs first! It's too chaotic here, and we can't help much!" Peter Gro said decisively. Instead of flying kites here, it would be better to kill the continuous Orc reinforcements.

"Star Dragon Meteor Shower!" Peter Groh looked at these twisted roads and ordered Skye. Obviously, the Star Dragon Meteor Shower whose position can be accurately controlled is obviously a better choice.

The dragon's power penetrated the body and directly constructed an exquisite and mysterious magic array in the air. As the array was formed, dozens of head-sized meteor showers fell from high altitude with a faint blue trail. Under Sky's control, they were extremely precise. It hit the place where the orcs gathered.

"Boom!" As the stone fragments flew, the Orcs were thrown into the sky with the explosion of dragon power, and were thrown everywhere like broken sacks. As the annihilation attached to the characteristics of the Star Dragon Power took effect, countless Orcs began to dismember, Weathering, dissipating...

"Hold on! Kill them! For the sake of our lost people! Kill them all!" Thranduil slashed the orcs crazily. Now he can't even release a complete hunting moon as a hunter. The signature skill of Hunting Moon is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely consuming.

"Hoo ho ho!" Thranduil gasped and looked around. The familiar environment instantly gave him the illusion of going back thousands of years ago, but the broken scene quickly told him that it was just a big dream. This place has long been dominated by orcs, and with silent tears, the strong Elf King propped up his tired body, holding the Elf Scimitar that was still sharp after thousands of years, and killed step by step towards the inner city.

"For... the Black Gate... our lost glory!" Thranduil, whose eyes were covered with blood, murmured to himself. Although he was embarrassed and exhausted, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. He was getting closer... closer. ...The Royal Government Hall is just ahead...

"Kill! For the Woodland Kingdom! The people of the Goddess of Nature! We are about to take back our lost home! Charge! Charge! Drive these bastards back to the dirty caves!" Thranduil said excitedly, waving the scimitar in his hand. The frequency is faster.

"Crazy... They are all crazy! All of them are crazy!" Peter Gero looked at Thranduil who was leading the charge in disbelief and his eyes widened. He who thought Eovia was crazy enough was instantly Thranduil conquered, and it turns out that the elves are all stubborn lunatics.