Lord Roar

Chapter 236 Waiting
Allen was so proud of himself that he had occupied a favorable position and yelled boldly about emptying a street, but now he is completely confused. With such a long and narrow corridor less than 50 meters away, almost all the arrows he shoots have no dead ends. There is nowhere to hide.

If it is in an open area, let alone dozens of beast elf archers, there will be a hundred more. As long as the distance is widened, with Allen's tactical skills and current physique, not to mention being able to charge back, it must be more than enough to escape. .

"This is really a fucking dilemma." Allen had stopped pushing against the shield, and subconsciously stood in front of Orpheus and the believers.

Although he thought in his heart that he didn't care about the life and death of Orpheus and those believers, he just wanted to protect the portal.

But the body is always involuntarily shielding those believers in front of them.

But Allen was not as anxious as before. He was counting the time, the interval between each wave of arrow rain of the beast elf archers.

Although the time it takes for the beast elves to draw out the bow and arrow from the bow barrel to the time when the bow is wound and shot out is only less than a second or even less than a blink of an eye, Alan does not believe that those beautiful beast elves are machines. Even if the machine needs to be charged, there is no such thing as a power bank in San Cassis Continent, right?

As long as it is a creature, whether you are a purebred or a hybrid, there must be a limit to your physical strength.

Allen was waiting for this limit, maybe in the next second, or of course maybe the shield on his head couldn't resist that time at all.

But he was willing to take a gamble, betting on the short moment when the beast spirit became tired.

As long as the beast elf archers enter the exhaustion period, there will be loopholes and a short blank period in the following time, both physically and mentally.

Allen has experienced countless battles with hot soldiers and weapons, whether large-scale or small-scale, even if the enemy is guarding a warehouse of ammunition, there will always be a period of exhaustion under the condition of constantly aiming and shooting, which is a natural physiological reaction , no one can avoid it, and he believes that it will be the same when changing to the mainland of St. Cassis.

At that time, it was time for Allen to countercharge.

However, it is difficult to grasp this rhythm. First of all, there are too many opponents. Even if their movements are unified and orderly, it is impossible to enter the exhaustion period at the same time. That is to say, Alan has to master dozens of beast elves. Most of them lose their accuracy slightly. When it comes to sex and efficiency, it cannot be ruled out that a few beast elves still maintain a lot of energy.

The second is the elite wolf cavalry who are waiting in full force. Although those wolf cavalry who straddle the giant wolf are now acting as bodyguards, once Allen has a loophole, even if he is slightly in a trance, the shield cannot be held, or the skin is slightly scratched. Pi, as long as the timing is right, it is definitely time for them to charge.

Especially those giant wolves with bright fangs, their fighting power will definitely not be lower than the knights on them.

And finally, Allen had to take care of the portal in addition to protecting the innocent believers and Holy Son Orpheus not far behind him.

Although the other party didn't realize his intentions, once those wolf cavalry rushed over, or the beast elves accidentally shot and destroyed the portal, all previous efforts would be for naught.

Now the portal that has finally begun to restore its function is Alan's last hope. Whether it is the reinforcements from the Holy See or the reinforcements from the Bloodhoof Tribe, as long as it is reinforcements, Alan knows that no matter how crazy he is, he will not be able to escape from the high wall. After jumping down, he could escape under the eyes of more than 1 Bimon fighters.

Even if more than 1 Behemoths fight in a row and beat him one by one, he will be exhausted to death.

But Alan was not in a hurry at this time. He knew that these well-trained beast spirits could last for a long time. At this time, he looked at the arrows protruding from the shield, his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Has Beamon's smelting technology reached this level?" Allen lived with De Niro and the plain dwarves in the tribal camp anyway. He is a novice, and he is more or less knowledgeable.

The arrows shot by the beast elves are made of the same metal as the bows and arrows, and not only the arrows, but the entire arrow body and arrows are all made of metal.

If there is a Weibo or Twitter circle of friends on the mainland of Saint Cassis, this alone is enough for the beast elves to show off their wealth in the circle of friends, and it can 100% make the major human powers and the Holy See Hungry for a while.

Including the Holy See, the bows and arrows used by the archers of the major legions of several powerful nations of the human race are all wooden, and the rich Holy See is stronger. The body of the arrow is wood, and the arrow is metal.

However, the beast elf archers are simply the local tyrants among the local tyrants. They still carry plastic bags to and from get off work, and they have already stepped on Louis Vuitton to buy vegetables.

Ordinary wooden arrows are mainly divided into three parts, the shaft, the arrowhead, and the feathers.

As for the bow and arrow shot by the beast elf, except for the feathers, the arrow shaft and the arrow are actually one piece, and they are not cut at all, but smelted together.

It's no wonder that the gang of beast elves suppressed him with such a big hand, as if they didn't want money. It turns out that they can be recycled and reused many times.

Allen was a little jealous. The ore veins on the San Cassis continent were basically mined. If he took all the metal bows and arrows back to the Bloodhoof Camp, how many weapons and armors could De Niro make? Build him a decent weapon.

If the steel in the Bloodhoof camp hadn't been divided into uses, it would be impossible for Allen to run around with the Triangle Army and Thorn in his waist. Hammer, what I know is to go out to fight, but I don't know that I thought Allen went out to repair the door for others.

Compared with Allen, Longningt received less bow and arrow attacks. The former chief gold medalist in the southern diocese has now been completely reduced to a supporting role. . . .C!

The beast elf archers almost ignored him, as long as he didn't move, they wouldn't shoot him, but if there was any rash behavior, at least ten beast elf archers would start aiming at him and shooting arrows.

Longingt was very smart, so he just didn't move. Anyway, it didn't matter to him that the shot was not the Son of God, not a believer.

Helplessly glanced at Allen, Longningt began to hold up two shields like a turtle.

The opportunity Allen waited for soon came. He could feel that the impact force of the arrow rain on the shield became smaller. Although the ups and downs did not fluctuate much, he could still feel the impact force became smaller, and he was extremely sensitive. I felt that the interval between each wave of sword rain was getting longer and longer, although it was only less than a second long.

Allen, who was hiding behind the shield, winked at the turtle-like Longningt.

Ronningt's face was full of question marks. He didn't know what kind of nerves this son of chaos was going to have. The arrows shot by these beast elves were not only accurate, but also fast. What's more, there was no place to hide in this narrow corridor. After you show up, you have to be shot as a hedgehog. Don't say you are a son of chaos, it is useless even if a sword master or a holy mage comes. Anyway, Langning has never heard of a holy mage whose shield can instantly Withstood dozens of metal arrows.

Seeing that Longningt didn't understand his intentions, Allen subconsciously made several tactical moves with his hands.

Then. . . .Then Langningt completely turned on the obsessive mode. What are you gesticulating there? You clenched your hands into fists and then raised your fingers. The hand holding the shield cramped?The Sons of Chaos are nothing more than that, they can cramp up with a shield.

But although he didn't understand what Allen meant, Langningt kept shaking his head, because he knew that this guy was definitely not the master who was waiting to die. The harpy just said that as long as Allen dared to rush out, the beast elf archer It is necessary to shoot directly at the Holy Son Orpheus and the believers around him.

Once that happens, Orpheus will stop being the son of God, and report directly to the Beamon Hedgehog.

According to Ronningt, you, Son of Chaos, just hide in your shield and wait to die. Maybe after a while, the Holy Mountain and other parishes will be able to support you through the portal. Don't mess with the Son of Chaos. My lord and those innocent believers too.

### 220th Nine Countermeasures
Faced with Langningt's anxious look, Allen licked his lips and smiled, "I like you the most when you see me upset, but it's not the same anymore.

This inexplicable smile made Ronningt's heart skip a beat.

I don't know why, when Langningt saw Alan's smile, his little heart was beating violently. He didn't know what kind of nerves this guy was going to have. He suddenly missed those dead ghost companions, because those who had returned to the arms of the Holy Father The paladins of the temple are all organized and disciplined. They will never do anything that makes him shudder. They will only charge with a broad sword. Holy Father, open your eyes, how can you let the life of the Holy Son? Entrusted to such a psychopath?
Soon what Langningt was worried about happened, and Allen swung the shield out.

Ronningt's eyes twitched violently. He knew that the outside world called their temple paladins religious lunatics, but compared with Allen, he felt that he could stop taking medicine and be discharged from the hospital.

Like a nimble cheetah, after Allen's figure exploded, he deliberately assumed a posture like a superman flying, with his body close to the ground and his right arm bent to protect his head.

For a long corridor of tens of meters, it seemed that there was only such a short moment, and Allen crashed into the phalanx of wolf cavalry without thinking.

Langningt thought that Alan's speed was very fast, but he never thought that he would be so fast, even faster than the speed of arrows flying. The blue bricks in the building collapsed by nearly ten centimeters, and large cracks appeared on the surrounding ground.

Ronningt really couldn't figure out how strong the lower plate would be to collapse the ground, and he found sadly that Allen was still flying forward instead of taking off.

Allen, who plunged into the Tusk Wolf Cavalry like a human-shaped cannonball, didn't give the Wolf Cavalry any chance at all. He grabbed two stainless steel scimitars with both hands and started slashing and slashing.

He likes enemies without armor so much. With the blessing of dragon power and ancient magic elements, the enemy's movements are as slow as ridiculous puppets.

So Alan grinned grinningly and began to reap life, and began to imagine himself as very brave, with chic and capable movements, like a dragon-slaying warrior who entered the enemy group with incomparable heroism.

Because a large group of long-legged beast elves were around, Allen thought that his smile was evil and wild, and his movements were very chic.

In fact, he had a ferocious face, and bursts of blood rain and broken limbs burst out from time to time around him, no different from a perverted murderer.

From Allen throwing the shield to bringing down seven or eight wolf cavalry like chopping melons and vegetables, it only took a few breaths at most. Not only Langningt didn't expect it, but even the beast elves were stunned.

The old priest who was surrounded by many people shouted in a panic: "Kill him, the beast spirits killed him."

The beast elves were a little absent-minded, but they couldn't aim at Allen with their long bows, because this guy was so treacherous, he pressed his body very low, and even went to the place where the wolf cavalry gathered.

The figure was either moving at high speed, or ran to the place where the wolf cavalry gathered together to start a chaotic battle.

The beast elves couldn't aim at all. If they fired a salvo in a small area like before, the dense rain of arrows would inevitably hurt the wolf cavalry.

Besides, the opponent is wearing full-body armor, and hiding under the shield is regarded as a fixed target. If the body moves at a high speed, it will be difficult for the beast elf archers to shoot arrows at the same position for effective killing.

And most importantly, they still have scruples now.

They can shoot life-harvesting arrows mercilessly against the enemy, but the Tusk Wolf Cavalry is not an enemy, and they can even be said to be their companions.

These elite wolf cavalry with fangs have acted as their bodyguards in battle no less than dozens of times, ensuring that they will not be harmed by melee.

Although the beast elves are far stronger than ordinary people, after all, they have not received systematic melee combat training, and they are still women with inherent disadvantages, so they are only responsible for mid-range and long-range suppression and sniping, and they have never encountered hand-to-hand combat.

This is also the main reason why the elite wolf cavalry with fangs was sent to protect them.

This suppression of the promenade on the city wall is already the shortest straight-line distance between them and the enemy in their fighting career.

The beast elf archers and the fang wolf cavalry have never met or communicated on the battlefield, but the beast elves know that these taciturn fang wolf cavalry, who are also low-level nobles, are companions who can entrust their lives. They don't hesitate to give their blood or even their lives in order to protect themselves.

And how could the beast elves, who retained the blood of the elves, hurt the fang wolf cavalry indiscriminately in cold blood?

So they clasped the bowstring tightly, but couldn't release the arrow. Looking at Alan's figure, they gritted their teeth.

The harpy messenger who temporarily became the on-site commander finally regained his sanity after shouting, and shouted at the beast elf archers: "Shoot the humans under the statue, shoot them all, except the Holy Son, all of them!"

The harpies only spoke half of what they said, because a scimitar gleaming with cold light slashed at his head, making him stop in time.

However, the beast elf still understood his intention, and once again pointed the bow and arrow at the promenade, the holy son and believers under the statues of the holy father.

Allen, who threw the scimitar, picked up the shield on the ground. After lowering his body, he hid behind the shield and rushed towards the row of beast elves.

It doesn't matter whether the Holy Son is dead or not, those believers will die if they die, don't shoot Lao Tzu's portal.

Seeing the enemy rushing over, and finally no longer fighting with the fang wolf cavalry, the beast elves, who were full of evil fire, finally let go of their hands and feet and drew their bows, but the target fell from under the statue of the Holy Father. The Holy Son and believers, became Allen.

Otherwise, women are sometimes unreasonable, especially these female fighters.

If they design in the direction of the Holy Son, Alan might still throw a mouse-snatching weapon, and after knocking down a few beast elves, they will run back to defend the portal.

It's a pity that they have been dazzled by their anger, and instead of firing in volley with tacit understanding just now, they gritted their silver teeth and fired at Allen indiscriminately.

Allen, who was wearing a shield, only gave them one chance to take revenge, like a humanoid tank, turning those tall girls bumped into their backs.

Alan, who bumped into the beast elves, was stopped by the lion prince Penggat.

Standing next to him were two Olephant elephant warriors, Penggat, who looked wary but looked at Alan with some hesitation.

Alan didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he rushed up and kicked the lion prince Pengate who was blocking the way.

Seeing Pengat's figure roll over in a very exaggerated manner, then he stood up and seemed to be a little unsteady and fell off the city wall.

Alan was a little confused, the fighting effect was completely beyond his expectations. Although these tiger princes were not ordinary fighters, they would not pose too much threat to him, but they fought face to face in an upright manner, resisting Alan's one move or two. The formula should not be difficult.

But time did not allow Allen to think about those useless things. After flashing past an Olephant elephant warrior, he stopped in front of the old priest like a civet, and then, a shining scimitar rested on the old priest. on the priest's neck.

The holy son Orpheus, who had been watching the battle under the statue of the holy father, patted his palms lightly, his face full of unconcealed admiration.

On the other hand, Longningt looked at Alan's back, but his heart was as difficult to calm down as a stormy sea.

From ten deaths and no life just now, to mastering the rhythm of the counterattack, until now the high priest who is engulfing the opponent.

Even Longningt, who stood on the opposite side, was completely impressed by Allen's tactical qualities.

(End of this chapter)