The orcs were approaching the elves at a crawling speed.

The orc squadron leader noticed that the elves were shooting less frequently. He knew that there were not many soldiers behind him, but he didn't look back and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, the elf encirclement expanded to the distance of two arrows, and then began to slowly move and shrink, readjusting the center of the encirclement.

The orc squadron leader saw the 20 yards that were about to approach, the elves suddenly changed their formation, and the 20 yards instantly turned into a distance of 50 or 60 yards. He looked back in despair.

Except for 20 predators in full plate armor behind them, there was no soldier following them.

He looked up at the three hellfires.

The three tall hellfires are extremely conspicuous, but now they are surrounded by 200 elves, forming three rotating circles. Every elf that turns to the back of the hellfire will attack one of the legs of the hellfire surrounded in the center. There are arcane shots and normal attacks, and the uninterrupted concussion shots make Hellfire even turn around very slowly.

They are like three bison surrounded by a pack of wolves. In the encirclement, they always want to face their opponents with their most aggressive body. However, no matter how they turn, there is a wolf behind them, which is fierce Take a bite.

The leader of the orc squadron suddenly felt tired. It turns out that the demons are not as powerful as imagined, and they also have helplessness.

The three hellfires were very angry, but there was nothing they could do. This group of hateful elves, no matter which direction they rush, the moving rotating encirclement will move in that direction synchronously. They were affected by the uninterrupted magic deceleration, which made the elves calmly distance themselves from them. They have great power, but they can't hit any elves. The feeling that they have nowhere to use their power makes them feel very aggrieved and angry.

boom! A splash of gravel. Accompanied by the unwilling roar of a hellfire.

A huge figure of more than 4 meters high, a hellfire, crashed to the ground. One of his legs was at the knee joint, shattered by the last Olympiad shot, leaving only a thick stone leg, which was not enough to stably support its huge body. After shaking for a while, he fell to the ground unwillingly and rolled over. The elven rangers who surrounded him quickly expanded the encirclement while he was teetering to prevent him from hurting anyone when he fell to the ground and rolled over.

No matter how hard the defense is, it will become extremely fragile after being attacked by the same part hundreds of times.

The bad situation didn't stop there, as the first hellfire fell to the ground. After a while there was another one, and after holding on for a while, the last one also rolled on the ground in the dusty sky.

Two hundred elf rangers kept spinning around the three hellfires, shooting them in the head. The hellfires are unable to move, and can only protect their heads with two thick stone arms. But the arrow skills of the elf rangers are really superb. The two arms that protect the head always have places that cannot be protected. And these places are where the arrows of the elves penetrated.

Every time the Olympiad shot explodes on Hellfire's head, it always causes Hellfire to scream and writhe in pain. But the elf rangers are like cats playing with a mouse, calmly circling them, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

The orcs understand, the three hellfires are finished! The queens have an incomparably powerful body, but they can't bring any harm to this group of elves. They didn't cause the elves much trouble, other than a handsome appearance, and the burning of a forest. He didn't even kill a single elf, so he just died so aggrievedly.

Powerful demon? Weak elves? The orc could only sigh. Thinking about it, why aren't they the playthings of this group of elves? They also have strong defense and strong attack power, but what about now? Can they attack the elves? Unable to move an inch is a true portrayal of them now.

The mounts are gone, they have become real infantry, speed, speed has become their Achilles' heel. The biggest problem for infantry against cavalry is that they can't catch up if they win, and they can't run away if they lose.

The orc squadron leader threw off his helmet, picked up the hatchet and rushed towards the elves. He knew that there was no hope of escape, let alone the possibility of victory, but he didn't want to be a prisoner, much less like Hellfire, let the elves be targets for shooting practice. No matter how hard the plate armor was, it couldn't resist the constant attacks of arcane magic.

Is Hellfire hard? Firm or not? Isn't it turned into stone powder in the constant attack of the same part? A piece of plate armor thin steel, can it compare? Ordinary attacks may not be able to withstand them, but arcane shots can break them apart. Maybe one or two hits are fine, but how many times can they last?

The Marauders also threw off their helmets, took up their weapons, and howled for the final charge. The elf rangers raised their bows and aimed at the heads of the charging orcs.

36 yards away, very close.

"Let go!" The elf commander ordered coldly.

No elf shoots with arcane magic! It's just an ordinary arrow attack. The orcs saw the growing arrows in front of them, but no one blocked them. That's right! They are looking for death, they want to die on the way to charge! Die with dignity like a warrior! No one wants to be played to death like Hellfire.

The orcs have fallen, UU reading www. uukanshu.com They died on the way to charge! They died heroically, but no one cheered for them.

The hellfire is still howling, but no one will take pity on them.

"Hurry up and kill the hellfire! Maybe we still have time to deliver supper to the orc leader."

The elf commander ordered: "Subsidize the troops to clean the battlefield! Every orc must make up the knife to confirm the death. Also, Commander Sylvanas said, take away all the wargs, weapons, and armor that can be taken away. The Wargs are yours! The arms and armor are ours."

The subsidized ranger team is happy, there are so many wargs...

When the 1st Frostwolf Squadron arrived to join Lor'themar, all of Grim's wolf cavalry units had been converted into infantry, and Grim was also downgraded to an infantry squad leader. Because there is no shaman to follow, all the orcs are poisoned and unable to get up, let alone carry the orcs on the battlefield.

Graham no longer had the arrogance he had before, and he was disheartened, because from the beginning to the end, all of them did not cling to a piece of the elf's clothes, and were always under the teasing of each other. When he saw another group of Frostwolf Rangers riding white, he knew they were doomed.

The elf rangers led by Lor'themar stopped their teasing harassment, and joined the 1st Frostwolf Squadron one after the other, blocking 100 people with the orcs in the middle.

"Surrender, orcs. You have lost all hope!" Lor'themar said.

"I want to see your commander!" Graham said.

"She's busy! No time, maybe she's preparing dinner for your leader right now!" Lor'themar said.

…Grimm was silent for a while.

"Don't pin your hopes on your leaders, maybe they are more sad than you now. Because there is another person who is more despicable than me and the commander!" Lor'themar said.