Chapter 312: The Sigh of the Green Reaper

No one knew where this green arrow came from, or where it was headed.

The arrow was as light as a piece of fluff blown by the wind across the land.

It flew over the land scorched by flames, through the raging sea of fire, and finally fluttered to a height of several dozen meters. Some orc dragon riders noticed this unusual green, but it seemed too harmless.

Yet, something strange happened.

An orc, riding a red dragon, initiated a dive that he had performed countless times before. His target was the human position on the north side of the Thandol Span. Even though the humans had fled, if the crossbows and cannons fixed on the mountain were not destroyed, the humans could rush out from their shelters and inflict heavy casualties on the orc army assaulting the north bridge.

At this moment, that green merged with the green on the orc dragon rider's neck.

One arrow, one kill.

Lifeless.

When was he attacked?

The blood spurting from his throat, due to the high speed of the dragon, drew a long line of blood in the sky.

His vision darkened, and he fell from the back of the red dragon.

Suddenly losing its controller, the young red dragon seemed at a loss. It quickly stopped its dragon breath.

Dragon breath isn't cheap, and it takes a lot of effort for a dragon to use it. The continuous breaths had already left it breathless, and now that its rider was killed, it was naturally happy to free itself.

With a joyful roar, it immediately flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

Before receiving 'that' command, it longed to breathe free air. This desire made it quickly leave the battlefield, flying off to who knows where.

The misfortune of this orc attracted the attention of the Dragonmaw clan's orc dragon riders. They widened their eyes, which were as big as copper bells, and rapidly rotated their eyeballs, searching for the attack from the ground.

This was not an isolated case.

Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.

No one knew where they came from, only that one orc after another was shot dead.

"Where is it!? Where is it?"

"Who sees the enemy?"

"I don't see it!"

"Ah! Nazuzu is dead, Bato is also dead!"

The Dragonmaw orcs were in chaos. The expected easy victory did not occur. They didn't kill many humans, just burned a lot of large military equipment that seemed worthless to them.

What's going on?

The orcs began to fear that green, even seeing green made them pull the reins of the red dragon, letting the red dragon climb rapidly.

It was useless.

Those green arrows were like ghosts, making all kinds of coordinated movements.

For example, when an orc saw an arrow flying from the left, when he panicked and dodged that arrow, a silent arrow came from his blind spot on the right rear, ending his life.

After the twentieth orc dragon rider was killed, no orc dared to ride a red dragon close to the ground within a hundred meters.

At this time, they suddenly found that the flames on the ground had gone out.

It wasn't that the fire had nothing left to burn, but that the fire was extinguished.

A cold breath quickly spread across the land, and rolling white fog covered every flickering flame, extinguishing it in the cold.

As the cold air covered the land, a large number of slender green figures began to appear faintly in the ice fog on the ground.

High elf rangers!?

Zuluhed was incredibly surprised!

Did they actually let precious mages use large-scale war magic to cover these

elves?

It must be said, this is a genius idea.

No longer confined to limited range and narrow field of view shelters, the range of the elves' arrows suddenly increased dramatically.

This time, a total of five orc dragon riders were shot and killed at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.

"This is impossible!" Zuluhed exclaimed in shock.

This has completely surpassed the concept of archery, contrary to all so-called common sense.

Using a fragile longbow to hit a giant dragon doing various evasive maneuvers in the sky at 150 meters is already quite difficult, let alone an orc rider on the dragon, who can't be seen from the ground at all!

What kind of terrifying and mysterious archery is this!

It's hard to imagine what kind of existence shot this arrow.

In Zuluhed's mind, he imagined a series of projectile monsters stronger than ogres. If he knew that the real archers were just two seemingly delicate blonde elf girls, he really didn't know what he would think.

Regardless, now no red dragon rider dares to approach the ground. The lowest flying red dragon is a full 300 meters off the ground.

Zuluhed cursed in anger, he glanced at the Horde transport ship that was about to enter the bottom of the Thandol Span, gritted his teeth: "Well, at least I escorted the transport ship over, completed the Warchief's task..."

As if to mock Zuluhed and his Dragonmaw clan riders the most, at this moment, a pair of fearless humans rushed out from the shelter, running towards a well-preserved catapult on the edge of the cliff, looking like they were preparing to operate the catapult to end the transport ship in the strait.

Zuluhed's lungs were about to explode with anger: "Dive! Use dragon breath to burn those guys to ashes!"

"But... what about the elf rangers?" Every surviving Dragonmaw orc rider was terrified, that green had become a shadow over their hearts that they couldn't shake off.

"Come here!" Zuluhed cast a spell at the dragon rider closest to him.

Suddenly, the orc felt a small tornado swirling around him, and he was overjoyed.

[Wind Shield] A kind of shaman's protective magic, using the power of nature to create a shield of wind, which can effectively resist various types of arrow attacks.

The next moment, the orc rushed over, not just him, but several other dragon riders who were also blessed with [Wind Shield] drove the red dragons, launching a dive bombing towards the humans.

The distance of 300 meters for the red dragons was just a matter of two breaths.

The green arrows, like the pre-arranged reaper, arrived just in time.

As always, they aimed at the vital points, but were stopped just before they could kill the orc rider. It seemed that they would break through the weak wind at any time, but the green arrows, after several attempts to rotate, just couldn't get in.

This time, the green reaper let out a sigh of helplessness.

"No!" Sylvanas exclaimed.

Just now, she proudly assured the ballista operators of Stromgarde in the language of the wind of their safety.

"Under my godly arrows, not a single dragon rider can harm you."

That's what she said, but now the opponent's shaman magic ruthlessly broke her pride.

Sylvanas was almost in tears.

Just then, a flash of white light appeared...