Broad World

The dark elves, who failed to attack twice in a row, finally became furious and began to leave the cover of the ruins and came to the surface. After more than an hour, they gathered a large number of soldiers again. It seemed that there were at least 3,000 people, and there were many people behind them. Civilians with fewer weapons. The most important thing is that they finally sent a large number of spellcasters and spider elves, and it seems that they plan to launch a general attack.

Seeing this situation, Henry's face changed slightly, and he immediately said to the brown dragon who was in deep thought: "Get ready, if there is no accident, it will be our turn to do it soon."

"Of course, my great master, I've grown impatient for a long time." As he spoke, Ortagus showed his fangs, and his eyes shot out with murderous intent. He finally understands now that real evil dragons establish their reputation through killing and destroying, and these enemies in front of them are just the stepping stones to their door.

"Very well, let's take action. Be careful not to fly too low when you dive, the enchanted arrows of the dark elves are still very threatening." Henry finally warned. Although he didn't know the plans of the dark elves, half of the soldiers dispatched this time had already been dispatched. As long as they were completely wiped out, the rest would be scared and retreat to the ground, and the war would come to an end. While moving his wings slowly, Ortagus yelled at the two female green dragons cowering and hiding behind: "Slacker! Get up, it's time to work. If you don't work hard enough in battle, then I'll tear off your flesh piece by piece and eat it."

"I...we will definitely do our best and never let you down." A female dragon replied in a low voice with great fear.

She lowered her head very low, and seemed to have completely succumbed to the other party's coercion. She didn't even dare to show a little bit of resentment in her eyes and emotions, for fear of being cruelly retaliated against. The other female dragon also hastily licked the brown dragon's front paw in a fawning manner, completely submissive.

"Great master. I'm going to find a place to lie in wait for your order." Ortagus directly blessed himself with an "invisibility" and flew away. Two female green dragons follow closely behind, they have natural protective colors in the forest. It doesn't take much pretense at all.

With the departure of the three giant dragons, the rear of the camp suddenly became much more empty. All the wood elf soldiers gathered at the front. Nervously waiting for the next violent attack, only Henry himself was left alone in the rear. He just stood there quietly and looked up, admiring the bright moonlight and the stars in the sky, as if he didn't care about the fierce battle ahead. Suddenly, there was a wave of magic in the air, followed by a huge portal being opened. A dozen green, brown, and black young dragons sprang out from inside. They exuded negative energy and the breath of death all over their bodies, and their two eyes were quite abnormal. All are dark red like blood.

"Master! I hope I haven't come too late."

As soon as the voice fell, Sandyr stepped through the portal and appeared in the open space. There was an expression of excitement on her face, and at the same time, a chaotic and evil aura radiated from her whole body, which could be clearly felt even without detecting the camp.

Henry chuckled and shook his head: "Of course it's not too late, and the timing is just right. These are the newborn vampire dragons?"

Sandyer bowed slightly and replied: "Yes, master. My experiment was successful, but they have just emerged from their shells, and their strength is still very weak. As long as there is enough blood, they will grow rapidly. "

"A big battle is about to happen here. Maybe there won't be too many other things, but there will definitely be plenty of blood. Take them to the woods on the west side, which is the only way for the dark elves to retreat. I'm going to the war zone now That's it." After speaking, Henry activated the invisibility ability on the Staff of the Archmage and marched towards the battlefield.

Although he really wants to study the physiological structure and abilities of the vampire dragon, the current situation does not allow it. While the two were talking, two earthen walls collapsed in front of them. Under the cover of magic and divine arts, the spider elves were unstoppable, especially their terrifying jumping ability, which overwhelmed the formation of the wood elves. It's all over the place.

Fortunately, General Erhan had the foresight to ask the priest to bless all the soldiers with the first-level magic "resistance to fear" in advance, otherwise they might have completely collapsed now.

This is the most commonly used divine art on the battlefield. It can make soldiers completely forget their fear and generate the determination to fight to the end. No matter how powerful the enemy is, he will not back down. It is precisely because of such spells that the war in Faerun is extremely cruel. Most of the time it ends with the complete annihilation of one side.

We must know that in the battle of the cold weapon era on earth, generally speaking, the troops with more than 30% of the deaths and not being defeated are the out-and-out elite. Because human beings are too easily influenced by the outside world, once they find that the companions around them have suffered too many casualties, they will immediately gather together to feel sad, and the blow to morale is not ordinary.

But with the help of this magical technique, it will be different. It can make the most timid and cowardly soldiers fearless, even in the face of death, they will move forward bravely, and always keep their morale at the highest level.

Of course, there are no absolutes. After all, the brain has a limit. As long as it exceeds this speed, an avalanche effect is very likely to occur. At that time, even if it uses a hundred "resistance to fear", it will be useless.

At this moment, the dark elves finally fully demonstrated the aura of the subterranean overlord. Excellent weapons and armor, tacit team coordination, and a large number of slave cannon fodder smashed the entire fortification of the castle to pieces in just a few minutes. The wood elves could only rely on the narrow passage to resist, but it seemed that they couldn't last long.

Seeing the enemy's mage group wantonly ravaging the ground, Erhan jumped up in a hurry and yelled at the chief mage: "Damn it! What the hell is going on with you mages?!! We need magic support now! Don't talk nonsense to me And excuses! Don't care what it is! Use it all! Otherwise it's all over!"

His image at the moment is not very good, the exquisite magic chain mail on his body has been cut twice, his hair is messy, his hands are covered with blood, and he doesn't know whether it is his own or the enemy's.

"Sorry, old friend. We've tried our best. These damned drow have banned the school of conjuration, and we conjurers can't release magic at all." The chief mage explained dejectedly.

"Then use magic items and scrolls! Didn't you see that our compatriots are dying in large numbers?!" Ai Erhan looked extremely excited, and his whole body trembled slightly when he spoke. He was almost driven mad by the bad form. If things go on like this, the entire army will probably be wiped out in about half an hour.

The chief mage nodded helplessly: "Okay. We use the last hole card, but we don't know if we can succeed, because the enemy's mage group is superior to us in terms of quantity and quality."

"I understand, as long as we do our best. Our task now is to attract all the enemy's troops. We have already completed half of it, and you must complete the remaining half." After finishing speaking, Erhan patted his old friend on the shoulder. , to return to the forefront of the battlefield. He is ready to sacrifice at any time, everything is for the ultimate victory.

Henry stood in mid-air. Silently looking at the two sides who are fighting with each other below. The blood feud that lasted for tens of thousands of years made every soldier more bloodthirsty and manic. Without any material encouragement, only mental strength was enough to explode 200% of the combat effectiveness. But the retreating defensive line still made him wrinkle his head.

Obviously, this is not the time to launch an attack. Because the dark elves' reserve team has not yet pressed the entire line, only a few thousand people have entered the battlefield, and most importantly, the casters are very careful to keep a safe distance. If they launch a surprise attack at this moment, they are likely to run away .

Just when he was considering whether to help, a huge group of magical energy suddenly appeared behind the Tubao camp. Dozens of wood elves accompanied the army mage with solemn expressions. The ancient spell was chanted loudly, judging from the intensity, it definitely exceeded the level of nine or more, and the whole earth seemed to be responding.

"Is this the magic ritual left by the elven civilization Arivanda? It only takes such a small number of low-level mages to do this. It's terrifying." Henry squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

He can feel that this is definitely not any kind of spell that he knows, and it is very likely that the elves are the bottom of the box. Therefore, the analysis with full attention includes spells, spell-casting actions, guiding rituals, etc., even the slightest details. Don't let it go.

"No!!! Hurry up and kill the mage who guided the ceremony, don't let them complete this spell." The commander of the dark elf mage group yelled frantically. He seemed to recognize what the magic was, completely disregarding his manners, with a ferocious expression like a madman.

The high-ranking priestess who was directing the attack waved a whip and asked, "Men! Watch your attitude! What happened? Why are you so flustered!"

"That... that is the highest achievement of elf magic. Do you still remember the terrible disaster more than 25,000 years ago? It was powerful enough to tear the earth apart." The mage explained tremblingly. He couldn't believe that he could hear these terrible spells again in his lifetime.

"What!!!! Are you sure you heard it right?" The corner of the High Priestess's mouth twitched violently.

Every elf has heard the elders tell about the terrible disaster. Hundreds of high elf mages wanted to create a glorious homeland only for elves. But the magical power generated by the ritual was so great that the earth could not bear it. In the end, it fell apart and became what it is now.

no doubt. If it was really that spell, then everyone present would die, and running away would not solve any problems at all.

The mage shook his head lightly: "I'm not sure. After all, their numbers are too small to exert their maximum power, but it's okay to hit us hard."

"Damn it! Attack from all fronts! Hurry up and kill all the fairies who cast spells! They must not be allowed to complete the ceremony!" The high-ranking priestess finally couldn't help but issued an attack order. In her opinion, the wood elves are likely to plan to use the power of this magic to perish together, so they must not let the opponent's plan succeed...