"Die!" Elenthor's eyes gleamed with a fierce light as her curved dagger flew toward the throat of a blocking orc berserker.
The crisp sound of a severed trachea echoed, but Elenthor didn't even glance back; she leaped forward with renewed vigor. Indeed, true elves never look back at the aftermath of their strikes!
"Swish!"
Vanervi swung his Manikati sword, twirling and leaping, and several orcs surrounding him were instantly split in two along with their weapons.
The elven Holy Sword of Fire dealt with ordinary weapons mercilessly, cleaving through armor and spilling blood like a fountain!
"Gurgle! Thud!" Thranduil's dual blades whirled in a tight, unyielding dance, effortlessly embedding one blade into each of two orc bodies. Using the corpses as leverage, he deftly dodged a spear aimed at him.
"Boom!" A loud explosion erupted from Vanervi's location, raising a cloud of dust that instantly obscured everyone's vision.
"Earthflow Trap!" Radir slammed his staff down heavily, unleashing a powerful magical wave that exploded outward from his position.
"Oh?" The orcs caught in the magical surge suddenly froze, confused, and looked down at their feet, only to realize that their lower legs had sunk deep into the mud!
"Thud!" Lance thrust his spear to topple a orc and glanced back at Radir, who was channeling magic in the rear.
"Nice job!"
"A war-grade control spell!"
"Now the orcs are sitting ducks!"
The orc coalition, now struggling in the muck, was met with cheers from the allied forces. Radir's skill had turned the ground beneath the enemy into a treacherous bog.
Once the orcs stepped into the spell's range, they found themselves trapped as if stuck in quicksand.
"Advance!" Rynar and the Aranthor hastily gave commands, as they were the only ones who could lead in the absence of the elven kings.
Rynar, knowing the situation well, understood that Radir's war spell covered an entire square kilometer of the battlefield, consuming magical energy measured in tons!
Given the total mana of a war mage, it could only sustain for about two minutes.
Of course, Radir likely wouldn't maintain it that long; he just hoped to quickly open a breach for the coalition. Wasting all his magic on the battlefield was not a good strategy.
"Push forward!" Lance charged with his shield and spear.
"Kill!" The Rapid Infantry, upon receiving the order, surged forward, crossing over the elven rangers.
In an instant, the exceptionally long spears of the Rapid Infantry launched a massacre against the orcs. The five-meter-long pikes striking these stationary targets was sheer delight!
"Faster! Speed up! The magical effect is about to wear off!" Lance sensed the rapidly depleting mana.
"Roar! Kill these scum!" The enraged orcs charged toward the previously dominating Rapid Infantry.
"Form up!" Lance's gaze sharpened.
"Bang, bang, bang~" Heavy tower shields clanged together, forming a solid shield wall at the forefront of the battlefield!
"Shield tilted at 45 degrees! Down!" Lance shouted.
The shield wall lowered instantly, with all the Rapid Infantry pressing their shoulders against the shields.
The furious orcs crashed forward like a tidal wave, and aside from the orcs twitching on the pikes, all others were pushed against the shields by their own comrades.
The elven rangers behind the Rapid Infantry couldn't help but chuckle as they observed the orcs' unprotected lower legs exposed…
"Snap!" The shining curved daggers sliced through the air like thunder, the sound of shattering bones ringing out as the first orcs that charged the inclined shield wall had their lower legs severed.
They wailed as they fell, causing chaos among the orc ranks.
"Tsk! We should equip the Rapid Infantry with longswords!" Rynar lamented as he observed the chaos. In such a melee, the slender pikes wielded by the Rapid Infantry had little room for effectiveness.
It was evident that the pikes were already piling up with orc bodies pushed onto them by their comrades.
Most of the Rapid Infantry had no choice but to abandon their increasingly heavy pikes, pulling out flanged maces to engage in close combat with the orcs.
However, the mace's attack speed and agility paled in comparison to a longsword, making them less efficient in this chaotic scenario.
"Watch the flanks!" Lance warned in panic.
With fewer Rapid Infantry, some orcs had already bypassed the steadfast lines and attacked from the sides, targeting the less defensively sturdy elven rangers and archers positioned there.
"Battanian archers! Charge with me!" Rynar gritted his teeth as he observed the elves in close combat with the orcs, praying that Reynard and the cavalry could successfully maneuver around to the orcs' rear…
"Thud, thud, thud!" The heavy, rhythmic sound of hooves rang out as the Battanian archers surged into the fray, wielding mithril armor-piercing hammers like heavily armored cavalry.
"Heavy cavalry!" The orcs felt their legs weaken at the sight of the Battanian archers raising clouds of smoke!
Rynar couldn't help but twitch his face behind his visor upon hearing their horrified cries. Heavy cavalry?
The Battanian archers, draped in heavy armor, certainly had an impressive deceptive quality.
More crucially, the Battanian archers were exceptionally skilled in cavalry riding; after all, their ability to shoot while galloping made them formidable!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" As the Battanian archers swung their arms vigorously, the mithril hammers harnessed terrifying kinetic energy.
When the hammers collided with orc skulls, heads burst apart like watermelons, spraying blood and brains everywhere.
The crisp sound of shattering skulls sent shivers down spines—though they numbered a hundred, none could withstand their charge!
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"Die!" Vanervi, who had just taken a shot from a dragon-hunting crossbow, trembled but was still not someone ordinary orcs or professionals could stop.
With one swing, he cleaved two orcs attempting a sneak attack in half, then knelt down, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood.
"Are you alright, Sir Vanervi?" Thranduil frowned and returned, deflecting a few arrows aimed at him.
"I'm fine!" Vanervi suddenly changed his expression. Using his kneeling leg, he sprang back up.
"Boom!" The next second, a massive crossbow bolt shot through the air, directly striking where he had been moments before.
"Starry Flicker!" Elenthor's face also turned pale as her body shimmered and vanished, reappearing a hundred meters away.
The bolt twisted as it embedded itself deep into the earth where she had just stood.
"They must have at least two small dragon-hunting crossbows!" Thranduil said coldly.
Fortunately, the orcs hadn't remained calm; otherwise, a surprise shot from that thing would be deadly!
Little did they know, Bolg was also suffering! From a distance, he watched as three crescent-shaped projectiles swept through the orcs' lives; he wasn't a fool!
Who didn't recognize the universal skill of a sixth-tier Hunter? At this moment, hiding would be tantamount to seeking death.
"So you were hiding here!" Elenthor's elven eyesight allowed her to spot the concealed dragon-hunting crossbows among the crowd.
A cold smile crept onto her face as she sheathed her dagger and drew a beautifully crafted longbow from her back.
She tenderly caressed the bow, which had once belonged to her father, named Lordnan, achieving the peak of epic-level weapons, ever poised to ascend to legend.
The bow's draw exacted a toll on the user's life force!
Each time the bowstring was pulled, it would absorb the archer's vitality and convert it into arrows.
Those struck by the arrows would suffer physical damage and also lose life force and spiritual energy.
This bow was also known as the "Funeral Song of Life!" Elenthor's father had wielded it in battle and ultimately sacrificed himself when his life force was completely drained.
Even the elven king's terrifying vitality could be depleted; one can imagine how fierce that battle had been!
"Hiss~" A brilliant blue arrow swiftly manifested from the bowstring, resembling a breathtaking work of art, dazzlingly beautiful, just like the vitality it absorbed!
The moment Elenthor released the bowstring, her face turned pale! The arrow flew soundlessly, appearing merely as a blue phantom to the naked eye…
"Boom!" The swirling life force erupted, pure and untainted, stirring the very fabric of space, creating rifts that tore through the air…
Before any sound could escape, the entire dragon-hunting crossbow and the orc beside it were instantly torn to pieces by the spatial rift!
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