Chapter 84: In a Narrow Path, the Brave Prevail
"Breakthrough!" Lance thrust his spear forward with all his might, the sharp caltrop spear easily piercing through the armor and bodies of two orcs.
With a flick of his wrist, he flung the twitching corpse aside and, after a fierce shout, he lunged toward the next target…
"Creak~"
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
"Thud!"
"Ah!"
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
"Ow!"
"Rumble~"
The blue "torrent" clashed with the black "torrent," producing a deafening sound of friction! The sound of shields colliding!
The sound of spear shafts breaking! The sound of flesh colliding! The screams of the Rapid Infantry!
The sound of weapons shattering! The howls of the orcs!
In an instant, the battle escalated to a fever pitch!
The orcs fiercely charged at the Rapid Infantry's defense line, determined to leave a mark on the shields or armor of the Rapid Infantry, even if it meant being impaled by caltrop spears…
"Change formation! Serpent formation!" Lance sharply sensed the orcs' frenzy.
Seeing the elven rangers behind him catch up, he decisively chose to change the formation.
Now, the goal of the Rapid Infantry was not to kill the enemy but to protect the fragile rangers and archers behind them…
Glancing at the elven rangers' flimsy chainmail and the tight leather armor of the elven archers… then looking at the orcs' crude weapons and burly figures…
Lance suddenly felt a crushing pressure!
The Rapid Infantry at the back quickly moved forward, forming a thin defense line just in time before the orc horde arrived.
"Raise shields! Hold them back!" As more and more orcs charged in, Lance hurriedly ordered everyone to raise their shields!
A wall of shields suddenly rose! The surging black tide was forcibly held back in front of the thin blue defense line.
"Help! I can't hold on any longer!" Lance's temples bulged, gritting his teeth as he held his tower shield tightly. The ground beneath the feet of the Rapid Infantry was plowed into deep furrows!
"Support fire!" Rynar looked at the beleaguered Rapid Infantry and urgently commanded the surrounding Battanian archers.
The Battanian archers immediately ceased their blocking shots, switching to direct fire.
"Thwack, thwack, thwack~"
The sharp arrows whizzed through the crowd, skimming past shields, and penetrating the gaps…
Then they embedded into the throats and eye sockets of the orcs, instantly dropping over a hundred orcs to the ground, easing the pressure on the Rapid Infantry's defense line.
"Steady!" Lance finally relaxed. Just moments ago, the entire shield wall had nearly been toppled!
"Blade Dance!" Brilliant flashes of blades swept over the heads of the Rapid Infantry, as elven rangers clad in yellow or blue chainmail gracefully leaped over the shield wall.
The elven scimitars traced elegant arcs, and as the blade lights blossomed, the remains of the orcs' severed arms flew in all directions.
The previously aggressive orcs suddenly faltered, confronted by the gruesome sight of dismembered limbs, testing their fortitude.
Even Rynar, who had begun to adapt to this cruel era, couldn't help but feel a churn in his stomach.
The freshly severed limbs still oozed steaming blood, and the grotesque bodies twitched slightly, painfully writhing in the white snow, starkly visible.
The dark red blood soaked into the snow, strikingly vivid, causing Rynar to furrow his brow…
"Truly brutal…" Though it wasn't his first time witnessing the elven rangers' Blade Dance skill, he was still deeply impressed by it.
The elves' ability to endure in Middle-earth for so long was not without reason; the extreme offense sacrificed for defense was enough to leave any enemy facing the elven rangers trembling.
Rynar pondered, only the heavily armored Dunwenian swordsmen under his command could withstand the elven rangers' Blade Dance skill without injury, and even then, they couldn't be given time to charge.
The initiation of the Blade Dance skill required a buildup of energy; if they were allowed to charge successfully, even the thick armor of the Dunwenian swordsmen would be cut open.
As for the Zaltarion knights in standard plate armor, it would be effortless for them to be cleaved in two. So, the power of the elven rangers was something to be reckoned with!
With their irregularly dancing curved blades soaring up and down, the orcs were continuously dismembered by the extending blade energy.
The high-spirited elven rangers were about to launch a counterattack…
"Swish~" With a loud bang, a shadow darted into the ranks of the rangers.
"Pfft!" The first few elven rangers pierced by the shadow instantly exploded, their scattered remains flying everywhere…
"Pfft, pfft~" The sound of flesh being torn was disturbingly clear! Nearly ten elven rangers from the Forest Star tribes were strung together by a crossbow bolt like a string of "candied haws"!
"Thud!" A tremendous force came as the crossbow bolt directly pinned one of the Rapid Infantry's shields, the massive impact twisting his arm bone!
The bone protruding through the skin sent chills down everyone's spines.
"Damn! A Dragon Hunter crossbow!" Lance's pupils contracted!
After exploding a few rangers, it could still penetrate nearly ten more and embed itself into the tower shield. Only a Dragon Hunter crossbow had such power!
"Damn!" Caslow, rushing to the battlefield, also narrowed his eyes! His body froze. How could this damn Dragon Hunter crossbow still exist?
When did it become so common that anyone could pull a few out? How were dragon knights, wyvern knights, and other aerial knights supposed to live with this?
"Kaldor! Pull up! Don't go too low! You can't withstand that thing! Unless you're wearing golden dragon armor!" Caslow hurriedly shouted, sensing Kalador's reluctance.
He feared the silly dragon might foolishly seek out trouble with the Dragon Hunter crossbow.
Dragons were naturally averse to such large crossbows, as could be seen from Kalador's constant dark expression while glaring at the city defense crossbow on Riverguard.
"Roar!"
A breath of fire shot out, and Kaldor immediately ascended into the sky, hiding among the clouds.
However, due to the distance, when the violent wind element reached the orcs' heads, it had already turned into a gentle breeze.
"Wyvern knights!" Bolg's eyes gleamed with malice. Now he had two Dragon Hunter crossbows left, giving him a complete chance to hunt down this dragon.
Unfortunately, his rider was too slippery; one strike missed, and it immediately fled to hide in the clouds, instead distracting Bolg and the others.
"Alternate fire! Let's see if we can lure that damned reptile down!" Bolg said ominously.
"Swish!" Another crossbow bolt shot out. The prepared elven rangers quickly dodged, but unfortunately, several elven rangers were still killed.
Although they saw the flying crossbow bolt, their bodies couldn't keep up with their minds…
"Moonlight Hunt!" A green moon and a blue moon rose, and Elenthor and Thranduil surged forward, furious.
Hunting elves in front of them with a Dragon Hunter crossbow?
Were the two elven kings nonexistent?
Under the path of the two flying crescent moons, the two furious sixth-tier hunters quickly charged towards the direction of the crossbow bolts, severed limbs flying in all directions under their blade light.
"Hey? No martial virtue! Is the Dragon Hunter crossbow meant for use against people?"
Vanervi's expression twisted in an instant.
Although he wasn't part of a specific elven faction, he was still an elf and a sixth-tier hunter. A fiery red crescent moon rose, and Vanervi, wielding Marikat, pursued upward in a leap.
Rynar was immediately drawn in by the commotion of the three, then twitched his lips.
How capable was the orc controlling the Dragon Hunter crossbow to attract the attention of three sixth-tier elven kings? May there be no elven kings in heaven…
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