Chapter 503

The shocking sound in the Tieshan mountains can't hide from the elves. The continuous black smoke and poisonous gas are diffused in the air, and everywhere they go, the living beings disappear. With the spread of black smoke and poison gas, the endless adegarland plain turned into a dead end in an instant. Moreover, the black smoke and poisonous gas are still spreading.

On the east side, mezlos and his brothers are fighting fiercely with the orc army at this moment. With the heavy rain like close shooting, a heavy rain like dense sword rain as the archer released the bowstring and shot. After landing, a large number of orcs fell to the ground with arrows. Then, another round of arrows were shot out with a wave of life, followed by another round of volley. In the middle, even if the orcs hold a shield to resist, it is difficult to fully protect them. Later, mezlos again ordered the catapult to bombard the boulder. The huge stone also killed many orcs. At this time, with a strong dragon roar coming from the sky, the four flaming dragons flew down.

"Shoot them down." Mezlos roared. As early as his command was delivered, some elves swung huge crossbows and filled them with dark arrows, then aimed at the dragon in the sky. However, in the past hundreds of years, whether it was the dragon made by morgos in the early stage or later, they had already matured and were hard to hurt with scales and swords. The huge black arrow, striking their scales, did not cause any damage except a smooth spark.

Mezlose's face changed greatly. He almost gave his orders with a hoarse roar. Hundreds of huge bed crossbows are pulled by the crossbow cart, and then loaded with black arrows for intensive shooting. And at this time, finally let the moment gazing at the sky to hear a sweet voice. A dragon was shot, roaring pain hit the ground, in front of his chest, inserted a huge black arrow. Mezlos was overjoyed, but at the moment, bad luck had come, and the remaining three dragons came one after another, their mouths spewing fire. Many elves, dwarves and human beings died in pain under the fire of the dragon. The corners of his eyes were almost broken. He whipped his horse and rushed over with a sword in his hand. His brother, trying to pull him back, but, mezlos already rushed out. Then, a shower of arrows shot at the dragon, however, at this time, the orc army has also approached.

Magloire roars, shields make up an indestructible shield wall, tall and strong elves, talented and short dwarves, and flexible human beings stand together to resist the impact of orcs. The sharp spear more than two meters long was erected, adding almost unbreakable weapons to the shield wall. With the intense rain of arrows, they shot down a large number of orcs, followed by the sharp spear quickly, stabbing many orcs to death. However, some wolf cavalry crossed the shield wall. The elves in the rear, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly attacked with arrows and shields. And the dragon flying in the sky, once again dive down, the purpose is the indestructible shield wall.

Mezlos is very aware of the consequences. He tries his best to kill the orc in the way. Then he dismounts, steps onto a bed crossbow, takes out a black arrow and aims at the dragon. As the black arrow flies out, it hits the dragon's eye. The Dragon fell to the ground like a broken kite. However, the shield wall was also smashed on the dragon. The defense line composed of elves, dwarves and humans was damaged. Then, the endless orcs rushed over.

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In the direction of the West Route Army, the army led by fingomin, finrod and turgong are also engaged in fierce fighting with the army of commander morgos. Both sides of the army fighting together, shield wall spears constantly protect the defense line, archers constantly release a shower of dense arrows. At the same time, the brave fenguomin led a team of cavalry, fiercely charged the orc wolf cavalry. His sharp eyes, hate eyes fixed on the position of morgos, and strive to fight forward.

Morgos saw this, the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer, a large number of ORC troops under his command, gradually want to encircle the three armies. Seeing this, finrod led a team of elves to set up a defense line again to coordinate the front shield wall defense. At the same time, turgong also set up a shield wall defense. Behind the three shield walls, riprappers, crossbows and archers used all their strength to kill all possible enemies. Huge bed crossbow, constantly firing a black arrow, in an attempt to kill the constantly attacking dragon.

"Turgong!" Finrod yelled, his voice hardly works in noisy battlefield, but the ears of the high elves are much stronger than those of their descendants. So that turgong heard finrod's cry very clearly. He turned his head and finrod told him, "send someone to ininville for help. We are under the attack of morgos!"

"I see!"

Turgong chopped down a Orc and responded in a loud voice. Under his command, more than a dozen Elven cavalry came out of the encirclement under their cover and asked for help. And Fen min, under the protection of his son, constantly fought against the close battle line composed of orcs. The bravery of the high elves is fully displayed at this moment.

They can do the extremely difficult tactics of chopping and archery on the galloping horses. The Elven cavalry, the human cavalry and the brave Finn constantly cut down all the visible enemies. At the same time, their impact also made it difficult for the orc's front to fully press up. Under the fierce fighting of Fen Guomin, the defense line formed by three shield walls began to advance slowly. Riprap, crossbow and archer's concentrated fire, as far as possible to support the Finn!

Morgos watched this moment coldly. No matter how many orcs were killed or injured, he didn't care. He just didn't expect that the high elves would be so tenacious and brave at the moment. However, this did not hinder the mood of morgos, he did not worry about this, the number of his army is several times the number of elves in front of him.

He commanded the nearly endless orcs to let them in without any trace. Then, he quickly closed the gap and wanted to encircle them.

Seeing this, Fen Gong, the eldest son of Fen Guomin, changed his face greatly. He rushed to his father, Fen Guomin, and said anxiously, "father, morgos is going to surround us and can't move on any more. We should keep our distance, and join them with fenrod, keep the established defense line from collapsing, and wait for the opportunity to counterattack! "

He looked back and found that the situation was exactly what his son said. He naturally knew that if he continued to fight, he would only keep himself further away from the army. Just about to turn back and join the army, the clinker morgos had already expected this, and he called Yan mo. Three tall fire demons, lingering in the flames, smashed the orc troops in the way directly. They spewed fire and burned the elves, humans, dwarves or orcs they saw along the way.

Their tall body, thick tail, strong limbs, plus the fire in the mouth, fast and fierce impact on the array of Elven cavalry. And, with the fastest and most violent attack, split the Elven cavalry in two.

"Morgos!"

Fen Guomin drives the horse in his crotch to fight and evade the attack of Yanmo. At the same time, he quickly rushed to a Yanmo, and jumped on the horse to Yanmo's back. The sharp sword in his hand pierces into the head of Yan Mo fiercely. With Yan Mo's painful roar, his bright eyes gradually fade, and then he falls to the ground.

Fen Guomin killed a Yanmo, which greatly stimulated the spirit's morale. They fight hard, will continue to force the orcs to kill back, expand their own mobile space. Then, the horses move with all their hooves, run fast, and kill the orcs around them. But the Finn country min continued to fight forward. The anger in his heart and the death of his people had already burst out when morgos appeared. The fire of hatred in my heart, the anger repressed for hundreds of years, is like an explosive volcano at this moment. In his ears, he could not hear the call of his son, nor the battle of the battlefield. At this moment, in his eyes, there was only one figure, the terrible figure in black armor, who was straddling the war horse.

"Morgos!"