Chapter 1201

These monsters and ogres are useless in the face of dragons. What's more, they have been evil in the eastern world for many years and occupied the isolated mountain for a long time. They are almost the overlord here.

On this day, people finally think back to the pain dominated by the fire dragon.

He killed many monsters and ogres three times, five times and two times, and sprayed some Longyan on the way of flying, which caused great damage to the orc army. Seeing that the remaining monsters and ogres began to run away from the battlefield in disregard of orders, Anyang read a mantra to let smouge give up attacking them, and instead focused on the far away Raven ridge, where Borg, the command flag and commander of the orc regiment, was.

The fire dragon immediately flapped its wings, turned its direction, and flew straight across the battlefield towards the direction of Raven ridge.

But in a moment, it flew to Raven ridge.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon roared, but now there are only two big flags and several drums left above the Raven ridge. A long horn fell to the ground, and all the orcs fled.

It immediately rage, open mouth spit out a dragon inflammation, will flag and big drum burn!

Then it circled around the top of the Raven ridge for several times. It immediately turned its eyes to the stone buildings on the Raven ridge and turned its direction to fly in the past.

"Boom!"

A dragon's flame hit a building, and the solid stone building suddenly collapsed like being hit by heavy artillery.

Several Orc figures appeared, panicking.

The fire dragon immediately pounced on it and extended the huge faucet to the window of the building. It was also a long flame.

"Boom..."

The building soon turned into rubble.

Through the eyes of fire dragon, Anyang still didn't find Borg's trace. I don't know if he escaped or was buried by the collapsed building. However, he had no time to control the fire dragon to fly back and attack the semi Orc heavy armour regiment which was attacking the Elven shield array.

About two minutes later, when the fire dragon was in the battlefield, it seemed that it was suddenly unplugged and its wings were waved, and suddenly fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

It happened to fall in the dwarves and elves' camp. I don't know how many dwarves and elves were killed in a sudden.

Looking at the huge dragon body, there was an uproar in the battlefield.

So far, it never got up again.

Borg never appeared again. He did not adopt the strategy of ahsog in the plot. The orcs were such a group from the beginning to the end. Although the number was so large that it was frightening, even for a time when dwarves and elves were hanged, there was no room for them to maneuver once the army was defeated.

Before the fire dragon rampaged, the orc suffered heavy losses. Just after the fire dragon left the battlefield, the giant eagle and the skin changing man came again. The defeat of the orc has become a foregone conclusion.

Such a war with great power can turn defeat into victory. I think it has been recorded in the history of the Middle Earth world.

Rao is so. Dwarves, elves and humans have been fighting for a whole day to defeat the orcs!

This is because this war is not a war between countries, but a war between race and race, camp and camp. The two sides are not fighting for a victory or defeat, but for a life or death. Only one side can survive. It is said that there is no way to lay down weapons and surrender. Except for a small number of orcs who escape at last, they have been fighting for the rest of the time!

The waste land of smauge was completely dyed red with blood, but when everything was settled, the battlefield was covered with corpses.

There are dwarves, elves, humans, more orcs, monsters and ogres that can be found in the battlefield at a glance Or spear holes and sword wounds, or arrow feathers, or even by the raging Longyan, but also burning flames.

This is not a magnificent poem, nor a song of praise that ignites blood. It is a purgatory, a purgatory that has buried countless iron warriors and resolute spirits.

No one wants to come to this place but poets.

Poets Just think about it.

"The selected person completes task one."

The cold sound of the system suddenly sounded in the brain.

Anyang quickly reaches out of the mobile phone and calls up the task panel to scan his eyes. The progress bar of the first task seems to have been completed, and the progress bar of the total task has gone by more than half. Obviously, the second task is much simpler.

At the same time, our own strength has returned. To be exact, the shackles that bind us are gone. Apart from our strength, all special abilities have been restored.

Anyang took a deep breath.

"Hiss Happy! "

He then looked down into the field.

Dane, the militant, was also very tired and panting, and the pigs under his seat kept foaming. He swept around with the hammer, then raised it and shouted.

"Win! We won! "

"This group of dogs, ha ha, finally won!"

Serandir sat on the back of the big horned deer and looked at him coldly. Then he reached out and touched some sword scars on the back of the big horned deer. He whispered something, like reading magic spells or comforting it.Then, squinting his eyes, he swept across the battlefield, only to show some sadness.

Looking along the battlefield, although there are many elves standing, they are obviously hurt. Those who are not hurt are almost too tired to stand up. But what he most deplored was the corpses on the ground. The golden armor of the Elven soldiers was well recognized in the dark tone of the battlefield, one after another, all over the battlefield.

It almost drives him crazy!

This is a spirit! Noble immortal spirit! It's not a dwarf race that can only hammer, nor a mortal with a short life! But His people.

But now these elves are all on the ground. The former grace is only silent and lifeless. Some of them are still separated by cruel orcs, or their armor is broken, or they are covered with thick and short arrows. Only from a few unpolluted faces can they see their beautiful faces.

Serandir held the hilt tightly, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, which made him tremble.

After a moment, he turned around and said, "summon the army to gather, bandage the wounded, organize the carriages, collect the bodies of the dead people, and leave the cursed place as soon as possible."

At last, he said, "send someone to inform the people left behind in the kingdom to come and receive them."

"Woo!"

The trumpets of the elves rang.

Even if the rest of the Elves were seriously injured, they did not hesitate to obey the order.

Some of the dwarven expeditions were seriously injured, but not even one of them was downsized. It's lucky that they were well organized. But looking at the bloody wasteland and the corpses of the people on the earth, they were not happy even though the kingdom was completely established and the threat of the orcs was cleared.

"SOLIN?" Bahrain licked his lips and asked. After such a long fight, no doubt everyone was tired and thirsty.

"Well, prepare food and water." SOLIN immediately returned to his senses and said, "let's have a rest and then take care of the bodies of the soldiers At this time, there is no need to distinguish dwarves, humans and elves. They are all heroes who died fighting to defend the lonely mountain. No matter what race they belonged to, now There is only one body left, which will soon turn into dust. "

"No, they are defending their race, defending justice and light in their hearts." Serandil came up coldly, still not looking well at him.

SOLIN was silent, and did not turn back.

Badna's orders were almost the same. They were to collect bodies for their comrades after a rest. However, there are still many old and weak women and children in the river valley. After arranging things, he drove his horse to the river valley city and called all the old and weak women and children who had been afraid for a whole day to prepare food for the exhausted army.

After that, we need to clean up the carcasses of the orcs, or they will be allowed to pile up here, as long as the temperature is a little high, it will lead to plague.

Anyang has changed into a gray robe, and walked slowly down the mountain. His expression is much lighter than before.

"Congratulations, we have won. We will never worry about the invasion of the dark forces again."

"Vagrant wizard!" Serandir stared at him coldly and almost drew his sword. "Most of my people have been damaged in this cursed place. This is your congratulations?"

"Without this war, the woodland kingdom would have been removed from the Middle Earth." Anyang said.

"Don't say in vain, I have experienced too many wars in my life, there are many dangers that you can't imagine, but I still stand here, the woodland Kingdom still stands, a war is not enough to destroy us!" As serandir rode on the big horned deer, his left face was scratched with a thin wound, like a red line, which added a touch of enchantment to his beauty.

"Who can prove a changed future?" Anyang smiled nonchalantly.

At this time Gandalf suddenly walked out of a dish and looked at him up and down. Then he said: "but I'm afraid you're wrong. The orcs have been killing for many times, and they will make a comeback! And Soren's soul is still there, and the dark ones are still threatening us all the time. Even though Saruman has dealt with him, it is not easy to get rid of the demon. "

"I will deal with them." Anyang said at the end of the sentence, "don't believe Salman. He is a crazy man who is obsessed with power. Sooner or later, his desire will make him fall."

"And you? How can we guarantee that you really want to help us? Rather than using us to do something? " Serandil said coldly, "you just resurrected the fire dragon. This is the way of the necromancer!"

"I didn't resurrect the fire dragon, I just let it wake up from the hell for a short time, and let it atone for the mistakes he had committed." Anyang said, and suddenly saw the wounds on the big horned deer under his seat. With a wave of his hand, a soft white light suddenly came out, covering him and the fire dragon.

In a flash, the wounds recovered, and even the slightly tired serandil felt energetic and at his best.

Anyang turns around again and faces many soldiers."Xili......"

The light rain from the sky gradually diluted the blood stain, but the rain fell on the human body, but let the wounds on the human body heal at the speed visible to the naked eye. The bruise, redness and swelling subside instantaneously and the fatigue is eliminated. The soldiers who have just experienced a long war only feel that their physical strength is intact, just like they just got up from the bed and opened the window.

"Who are you?" At last serandil was shocked.

"Me? I am a God who is born into the world and guides the lost life away from darkness, pain, sadness and evil desire. " Anyang's body suddenly lit up a divine light.

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