When Brando and Conrad met, Yukhkier had driven his lizardmen warriors into two directions, bypassing the central battlefield, and attacking the ruins on both sides.
But the silver elves have been waiting here. Namenis divided his soldiers into two teams. One team led by himself, and the other team was handed over to the command of the Tiger Sparrow. Both guarded the side door of the Elf Ruins, and quickly collided with the Lizardman warrior who had touched it from the forest. Together.
Those savage, simple-minded creatures rushed out of the forest screaming. They moved quickly and quickly rushed to the wreckage of the collapsed elven building, but it was often a snowy light waiting for them. Condescendingly, the elven warrior plunged the two-headed sword in his hand down through the throats of these creeping beasts, and then gently pushed with his elbows to throw the cold corpse down the ruins. On the edge of the elven ruins—the moment the dark green tide collided with a silver line, seven or eight lizardmen were thrown away from a distance. They landed in the crowd of the same kind and knocked down again. Few people.
The lizardmen's attacking momentum suddenly stopped, how can Lubis and the gray wolf mercenaries hiding behind them let go of this good opportunity? They immediately released the arrows and crossbow bolts on the bowstrings, and there was a chaotic sound of collapse and collapse, and they formed a white line from the back of the ruins to the front. These lines extended into the formation of the lizardmen-making them seem to have hit a line. Invisible walls.
These dark green, slender fighters suddenly fell backwards in rows.
In Warnd, an ordinary person, a properly trained human crossbowman can shoot six times a minute. Not to mention these experienced mercenaries with dexterity and strength more than ten times or even close to twenty times that of ordinary people. Even with heavy four-armed crossbows, they can pour fifteen to twenty crossbows in one minute.
It was a disaster for the lizardmen. When the rain of steel fell on their heads, it was like a gloomy god of death wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe flying over their heads, holding a sharp blade high in their line. One stroke. So death happened one after another.
The squadron leader and squadron lizardman lieutenant officers in the back row tried to mobilize crossbowmen to counterattack, but not to mention that most of the lizardman crossbowmen did not have the strength of Black Iron (for the same kind of monsters, the ranged level is generally lower than the melee Regular—), or just arrived at this level but did not undergo formal training—not to mention that at the beginning of the battle, in fact, the nearest crossbowman squadron had been dispersed by Metisa.
Although the silver elf princess was a royal family, she was born in the greatest war era of Vaughan, and she had already formed an instinct to grasp the situation on the battlefield.
Lack of long-range counterattacks and cover, the lizardfolk began to stop or even retreat.
The elf commander wearing a golden helmet glanced down, and immediately took the Dragon Horn from his waist and blew it. The long tone of this horn has been rooted in the hearts of these soldiers for seven centuries-because it only represents one meaning, charge! The silver elves slammed their hands with a sharp double-headed sword and placed them on their right chest—
"who are we!"
"Aharan's sword!"
Namenis nodded and waved the commander's sword downward, and the silver elves roared in unison and launched a charge. It was like mercury pouring down, the real silver lining pouring down, and the lizard people were unable to resist. They had to face not only a group of silver-level fighters with perfect cooperation, but also eleven masters of combat skills.
The long-range strikes of the mercenaries began to extend backwards, and they had damaged seven heavy crossbows in just one round. When the last spare heavy crossbow was taken away, Sandford had to replace it with a short bow, but even so, the young man felt enthusiastic.
No more than seventy steps ahead is an endless horizon—or a dark green army that continues to the edge of the forest. But those savage creatures couldn't cross the silver line no matter how they impacted. Not only that, the silver elves also took the initiative to charge:
Charge with ten people to hundreds of lizard people.
This was the real battle, and Sandford listened to the elves singing their ancient war hymns, feeling that his blood was burning from his bones. A shudder swept through his body, as if returning to the ancient battlefield that existed to resist the forces of darkness.
It was a magnificent war in which all nations and races really put their utmost into it, fighting for freedom and honor, an epic war. As Sandfried fought back with a short bow, he felt inexplicably that he seemed to have fallen in love with this feeling.
Not just being a mercenary.
…
When the long sound of the horn sounded, it swept across the entire battlefield like a long roar. No matter how far away, almost everyone stopped.
That's the silver elves' war trombone—
Conrad's face changed again and again, he couldn't see the two wings hidden by the forest in this position, naturally he didn't know what was going on there. But the sound of the dragon horn trombone will not lie. After nearly three hundred years of avoiding the world, the silver spirit-appeared again! The leader of the card mercenary group was convinced that the lizard head Yukhkir, who was stupid, arrogant, and had a mess of aesthetics, like a nouveau riche, messed up the whole thing, but he didn’t think so. Go find the guy who has not succeeded enough to fail and beat it up severely.
Because that damn lizard had no good end, and he didn't want to kill him here. The dragon horn trombone only means one thing. One of the strongest battle sequences in the silver elves-the Phoenix Guard appeared on the battlefield.
It's just that I don't know if the high cavalry of the silver elves and the Knights of Songs (Knights of Unicorns) are also here. If that's the case, he won't even have a place to cry. The Knights of Songs was the legendary army that sang the ancient ballads of the Silver Elf Empire and launched an assault on the phalanx of as many as 100,000 Miner.
Thinking of this, he didn't want to fight anymore, just glanced bitterly at Brando not far away before pulling away. The wizard hunter's agility is not low, Conrad's figure floats backwards, like a dead leaf about to sink into the forest background.
Brando was taken aback, for fear that Conrad would bypass them and make trouble behind them. At this moment, the silver elves are still able to deal with the lizardmen, and it is not easy to say that with a gold lower-level wizard hunter. He immediately shouted at the silver elf princess who was galloping here: "Metisha! Stop him!"
In fact, he didn't need to remind, Medissa had already thought of this. She leveled her spear and immediately activated her charge skills-the unicorn knight was already terrifyingly high. At this moment, it was more like a silver comet, which traversed a beautiful arc along the edge of the forest, and the next moment it was riding on Conrad’s retreat one by one.
"Mr. Conard, you have done too much evil, please stay here, and your companions; ignore the dignity of the living and desecrate the peace of the dead. You must pay for this—"
Metissa crossed the spear, and made the unicorn companion turn to face the man in a black and red cloak, while speaking in a crisp voice.
Conrad gritted his teeth secretly, he didn't want to say anything to this silver elf female knight. Brando's order deepened his suspicions-the other party seemed to be confident and made up his mind to keep them here. This is a trap. Although he didn't know what connection the group had with the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group and Eco, he was already deeply vigilant.
"Hey, the stinky lady of the Knights of Songs!"
He cursed secretly in his heart, then turned and sprinted in one direction. But how fast his speed is comparable to that of a unicorn, when he turned around, the silver elf princess was already waiting on his way with a cold face.
Conard tried three times and was stopped in this way all three times. He was already a little panicked, the other party dared to stop him so confidently, he must have relied on. All he could think of was the ancient empire, the tree shepherd could not be afraid to fight these proud tree skewer, but he couldn't.
He did not dare to deceive the red-haired girl Qian, expecting that he could also deceive this silver elf girl; in front of him is one of the most adept at fighting races on the mainland, and only a fool would expect such an opponent to be able to. Make mistakes.
In this case, it seems that there is only one trick.
…
But at the same time that Metissa stopped Conard, Brando, who had just retreated with Akane’s arm, immediately felt that his eyes were dark; the cold and dangerous aura came on his face, and the young man could guess almost without thinking. What's that up there-the God Envoy of the Earth, Ekmen.
Only it can keep up with the speed of his charge—
This huge monster raised its forelimbs, three times the height of an adult, as if blocking the sun. Then it screamed and slashed forward, and the air was agitated, Brando seemed to feel the ground under his feet protruding upwards and then cracking in an instant.
Element, the power of Shiyan.
He didn't even think about it, and he couldn't care about his appearance—turning around and hugging Qian was a flying shot, and the two rolled around in the forest several times—but at this time Ikemen patted it with a palm, and there was a loud noise, and the mud flew up. The stone teeth on both sides protrude from the ground and bite upward, forming a stone cage around the palm of the BOSS.
To others, it was as if this huge monster slapped it with a palm, pressing the rock out of the ground to form five stone claws clasping upwards. But as soon as it left the ground, these rocks immediately fell apart and turned into mud and returned to the forest...
Brando got up from the ground and saw this scene and couldn't help but breathe in air; although the general strength and preferred tactics of Ikemen were mentioned in the guide, it was a different feeling when he really faced it. .
Now he felt a little bit as if he had returned to the age of more than forty levels. At that time Torrential Rain released a new version of the "templar knights". It was the first time for him, the head of the senior sisters, and others to participate in the RAID of the new map. The legendary BOSS with the "element" left them behind. Deep impression—
That was the first time for players to understand the Templars and the realm of'Elements'.
But now he seems to be about to recognize this state again.