Greem and the orc wolf cavalry behind him felt sorry for their mounts. Graham raised his hand to stop the team from continuing to pursue. If he wanted to continue the pursuit, he had to wait for the mount to recover its strength first.

Seeing them stop chasing, the elves who were running ahead also stopped in the distance, looking at each other and not getting close. The elves only watched from within about an arrow's range.

Grim wanted the orcs to get off their mounts and let the mounts rest, but the elf stopped and watched almost within an arrow's range. He was worried that if he got off his mount, the elves would come into range and shoot arrows at them, so he was worrying now too.

I only have 50 cavalry, and I can't do half of them to let the other half rest. He didn't know, if he rushed half way, the opponent would have 4 times more troops than himself, would they still run away? He felt that it was unlikely that the elves would escape, and that the half of the cavalry he was chasing after the conflict was more likely to become a hornet's nest. But if they don't drive away these elves, the whole team dare not get off their mounts to rest. This is really a dilemma.

"Elves are cowards, there are no warriors! More than 100 people are chased by 50 of us like a mouse that will only run away." Graham yelled at the elves.

"We are all warriors!" The elves responded with giggles.

"It's a warrior's. Which one of you dares to challenge me one-on-one?" Graham laughed loudly at the elf.

"We all dare!" The elves shouted again in unison, as if they were afraid that he would not hear, and their tone was full of laughter: "We all like to fight alone, and we don't like to fight in groups. If you don't believe me, come here alone, we A hundred people will single you out!"

Graham was angry, but he really didn't have the ability to go out and pick more than 100 people by himself. Who doesn't like this kind of heads-up, hundreds of people beat one person! It's obviously a gang fight! It just depends on which angle you look at the problem from. Anyway, it can be said that he singled out a hundred people, or it can be said that one of a hundred people beat him up. If elves are considered warriors in this way, everyone in this world is a warrior.

Graham shouted angrily: "You are all despicable rascals and cowards! If you have the ability, fight with 50 of us in an upright manner. You have more than 100 people and we only have 50 people. Do you have the guts? A bunch of cowards, you are not worthy called warriors."

Lor'themar sighed, thinking that the officer had expected him again. He took out a white cloth from the package, pulled out an arrow from the quiver behind his back, and put it on. Looking around, he chose the most conspicuous big tree, bent his bow and shot at it, and easily nailed the arrow wrapped in white cloth to the trunk of the big tree.

With a sound of "Duo", the arrow was firmly nailed to the tree trunk, and the shaft of the arrow shook the white cloth away with a buzzing tremor. The wind blows the white cloth like a flag fluttering in the wind. Three very large characters were written on this white linen.

Lor'themar turned back to the elves and said, "Tell him that we are the best fighters, and if we have the ability to make them rush over, we won't run to fight them."

"Really fight them?" asked the elf next to him.

"Fight! But we turned around and ran after only shooting a wave of arrows. Remember to only shoot mounts and not people." Lor'themar said: "These dozens of orcs have no shaman to follow, let's turn them all into infantry. Play them slowly."

"Didn't you say not to run?" the elf soldier asked.

"Fool! Won't you read what's written on the white cloth?" Lor'themar cursed.

The elf rangers looked at the words on the white linen seriously, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that the orcs didn't see these words, so they were mad. Then they shouted at the orcs in unison: "We are warriors! We are warriors! If you have the ability, you rush over and fight us to the death."

Drem saw the elves hoisting the white flag, and really didn't know what they were thinking. Hearing that the opponent decided to fight them, he was taken aback for a moment, but he was a little hesitant. Will this group of cunning and cowardly elves agree to confront them head-on just because of a few words? He couldn't believe his ears.

"Did I hear you right?" He turned to the orcs beside him and asked, "Are they going to confront us head-on?"

"Yes! Captain, you heard me right. They told us to rush to fight to the death." The orc was a little excited. After such a long chase, finally the group of elves dared to fight them.

"Is there some kind of trap?" Graham felt the same pressure as the leader at this moment.

"What are you afraid of? Let's charge again, and we won't chase them if they run again. If they don't run, wouldn't it be a good match?" The orc next to him said, "Crush them all."

"Okay! Charge once." Graham made a decisive decision. He raised his hand and shouted: "Ready...to charge."

The orcs tightened their grip on the wolf and adjusted their attacking stance.

"Charge!" Greem put down his hands and yelled, while clamping the worg between his legs, he rushed out first. The wolf cavalry behind him were not far behind, UU reading www.uukanshu.com drove their mounts almost at the same time, sprinting at the fastest speed. The orc wolf cavalry were full of pride and murderous intent.

"Raise the bow and shoot the arrow!" Lor'themar raised the bow in his hand, hooked the long arrow, and shouted calmly.

"Ready... release!" Lor'themar released a long arrow aimed at Grim's mount.

Sigh, there was the sound of multiple sharp swords piercing the air, and the arrows flew like orc wolf cavalry like locusts.

Lor'themar didn't wait to see the result, turned the wolf's head and ran back quickly again.

The rangers had already received the order, so naturally they wouldn't stay longer. After releasing the arrow, hold the bow in one hand and the strong rope in the other, and drive the chocobo to escape quickly.

Seeing the arrows being shot at the mount, Grim lifted the ax and blocked the arrows for the mount.

"Despicable!" Greem roared angrily. When he raised his head, he saw that the elf had already turned his head. This was the rhythm of fleeing again.

Want to run away again? How shameless! Didn't you say you were going to fight to the death? Did you agree not to run away? He was reckless, but not stupid, and he knew he had been tricked by the elves again.

"Stop! Stop!" Grim yelled, waving his arms.

But how can the cavalry in charge stop if they say stop? The speed just reaches the highest point, and a certain distance is needed to buffer. None of the cavalry dared not to increase their speed to the extreme within the range of the bow and arrow. The charging orc cavalry gradually slowed down, and it was only at the place where the elves stopped just now that they could barely stop the charge.

Graham looked around at the cavalry, and no one was hit by the arrow, but there were more than 30 wargs hit by the arrow, more than half of them.

"Quickly pull out the arrows from the wargs, their arrows are poisonous!" Graham's heart skipped a beat, and he understood the elves' intentions. He shouted: "Help the Warg squeeze out the poisonous blood near the wound, and then apply the wound medicine, and the others stay alert on the spot."