Real elves vs fake elves

Even if you live in the forest, the golden shield is still very important!

People are starting to drop gold coins, why don't you go up and pick them up?! Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to the Golden Shield!

Now the people of the Wilderness who rushed out to chase were not just the group on the battlefield. A large group of people of the Wilderness in the camp, led by Meisfield, followed out in a huge crowd, and they were quite excited.

It was as if they were not going to fight, but to pick up money.

Monroe panicked.

He even didn't understand why anyone would rush out of this obvious trap?!

The bell for retreat rang, but whether it was because of the negative energy of the barbaric tyranny, the desire for the golden shield and victory, or even because they did not take Monroe, the leader, seriously, the barbarians who rushed out had no intention of looking back.

Not to mention the barbarians who had rushed out, even now there were still small groups of barbarians who had rushed out of the camp. Those who were willing to obey Monroe's orders and stay were all die-hard fans of this general.

it's over...

It's all over...

Looking down from the observation deck, he could see that his diehard followers were now gathered around the platform, all looking at their general, as if they were waiting for something.

In their eyes, there is also a desire for victory.

For the Wild Hunt, plundering is secondary. The most important thing is to pour out the negative energy accumulated in the barbaric tyranny. Every warrior who participates in the Wild Hunt takes on a part of the negative energy before leaving. These negative energies need to be vented through extreme means, and killing is the most effective extreme way.

This time, the Wild Hunt was suppressed by the Phoenix Court from beginning to end, and many of the Wilderness were almost crushed by the negative energy. They urgently needed a grand victory and a grand massacre.

They need to fight, not defend like a turtle.

Just because Monroe can control the erosion of his spirit by negative energy doesn't mean that other wild people can do the same.

"Prepare for battle!" Monroe said this almost through gritted teeth. He drew out the magic weapon from his waist, and veins were already bulging on the hand holding the sword.

"There are only more than 300 people left..." But these 300 people are old brothers who accompanied Monroe to crawl out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. They are the "old soldiers" mentioned by Meisfield, and their combat effectiveness is very strong.

"We need to support those idiots at all times!"

As soon as he finished speaking, something even more terrifying happened to Monroe.

A large group of crow witches rushed out of the camp in panic, their eyes full of tension.

It took Monroe a moment to realize why they did this.

This group of crow witches are subordinates of Meisfield. The main reason why the crow witches have not made any achievements in the past few days is that there is a "Mage Brigade" in the Phoenix Court. The two sides are fighting fiercely at a high latitude invisible to ordinary people. Because the level of the battle is too high, the level of the battle is too low.

What belongs to is what belongs to, and what is true is true.

Now that this group of crow witches were rushing out, it undoubtedly meant that Meisfield and his men had charged too hard and were out of the casting distance of the crow witches. The crow witches had to go out to find the range.

No more crows

The witch was in charge of breaking the spell. What kind of insane things a "brigade of wizards" without any restrictions could do, and what kind of cruel magic could they cast? Monroe couldn't even imagine it!

By then, it won't just be Meisfield. Even if they were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to deal with the trouble of the "Mage Brigade"!

"Prepare for support..."

Before he could finish his words, something horrific happened.

Under Monroe's nose, a group of more than 30 white lions came like a hurricane. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations, even Monroe did not expect this.

Although more than 30 white lions are terrifying, they are unlikely to cause much trouble when facing a large army. Especially for a legion of more than 1,000 people, smart large predators like white lions will often stay away from them and not cause trouble.

But at this critical moment, more than thirty white lions are really deadly.

In particular, these more than thirty white lions were targeting the crow witch who had just rushed out of the camp.

Without Monroe's order, the Wild Lions quickly began to shoot arrows together. However, for the white lions with higher physical resistance, the arrows of the Wild Lions were painful but not fatal in a short time. It was troublesome, but not enough to prevent them from completing the task.

Like an unstoppable raging storm, the lions swept in. The crow witches howled, trying to cast magic to stop the monsters, or trying to return to the camp in panic, but no matter what they did, it was too late.

This distance is just a moment for the white lion.

The battle lasted no more than 20 seconds, and the lions that came like the wind left like the wind. Right at the gate of the camp, right under the eyes of the wild people, the seven crow ghosts were easily torn into pieces by the lions.

The balance of power on the battlefield was broken in an instant.

Chapter 119 It’s better not to take action

Let's go back a little bit in time. After all, for those of us who are in a higher dimension, there is no distinction between the timeline and the past. It's like the battle process does not need to be described in detail, everyone can see it for themselves.

A large group of wild people were chasing the warriors of the Phoenix Court like they were chasing rabbits. Now this group of embarrassed warriors no longer had the glory they had before. Now they were penniless, with disheveled hair, and they were even throwing gold coins around to lose weight.

Some of the pursuing wild people began to snatch the spoils with joy, while others continued to chase. The enemy's panic made them seem even more excited, as victory in this battle was already within reach.

Meisfield has come to the front of the team. When it comes to tough tasks, he will of course be responsible for commanding the team. At this critical juncture where victory is certain, he must lead by example.

The team running and chasing crossed a small dirt slope, and in the chaos, the scene in front of everyone's eyes changed.

Behind the earth slope were several neat and strict formations.

The fleeing Phoenix King's soldiers rushed into these battle formations. Normally, the impact of the fleeing soldiers would obviously cause chaos to the battle formations. However, these "fleeing soldiers" were like rain falling into the water, blending into these battle formations without any ripples.

Behind these military formations were neatly parked baggage vehicles. After the defeated soldiers rushed to these vehicles, they began to quickly take out their equipment from the baggage and put them on.

Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid Meisfield was, he could realize that he had fallen into a trap.

Hua Hua Hua Hua...

Mechanic footsteps sounded behind the Wilderness people. Meisfield looked in the direction of the sound with a look of horror, and sure enough, two spearmen from the Phoenix King's Court had appeared behind them from somewhere and were now maneuvering from a vertical formation to a horizontal formation.

There was no doubt that they were surrounded.

And now this damn encirclement has basically taken shape.

But now is not the time to despair. There should still be a chance, a chance to win. Huang Yi still has a chance to defeat the enemy!

"Wendigo, smash those damn Moonborn! Smash their proud battle formation head-on!"

Meisfield roared, not only to give command to the Wendigo, but also to give courage to himself and other wild warriors.

That’s right, they also have Wendigos, and Wendigos that can easily crush the battle formation!

Accompanied by terrifying shouts, the Wendigos launched a terrifying charge towards the battle formations with a violence beyond the imagination of mortals. As before, their brute force was enough to tear through the battle formations from the front.

Indeed, if there were no war machines or monsters of the same size, it would be easy for the Wendigo to tear apart a battle formation with its brute force.

But, martial arts attainments, boy!

The Wendigo rushed into the battle formation, or more precisely, it did not rush in, but separated them.

The charging Wendigo was like a repulsive magnet, and the warriors of the Phoenix Court separated smoothly like repelled magnets. The horizontal formation switched to a circular formation very smoothly. At the same time, the warriors in the first row of the formation changed from shield-and-spear soldiers to archers holding giant bows.

The Forsworn who followed the Wendigo charge lagged behind a little and could only watch as the Phoenix Court's battle formation opened its bloody mouth like a monster, swallowing the Wendigos, and then quickly closed its mouth. At the same time, the spearmen had already pointed their spears and shields at them.

The Great Array

Outside, the Forsworn were once again like before. The battle formation formed by shields seemed like a wall of hopelessness to them, and the neatly-struck spears were like precise harvesting machines, reaping the lives of the Forsworn quickly and efficiently.

Inside the formation, the Wendigos charging left and right were not in a much better situation. Their bodies were pierced with heavy arrows and spearheads. They suffered alarming damage from projectile weapons with every step of their charge, and their targets would be smoothly separated every time, leaving them no chance to confront head-on.

Meisfield looked at everything in front of him in despair. Seeing such a scene, even he knew how big a mistake he had made.

But he hasn't lost yet!

Some of Monroe's men are still standing still, and...

After taking a look at the artifact at his waist, Meisfield gritted his teeth, and as if he had made some surprising decision, he suddenly pulled out the longbow that was decorated so gorgeously that it looked like a harp.

He took aim and drew the bowstring, but did not put an arrow on the bow. He just pointed it in the direction of the Phoenix King's army.

Let go...

boom!

A strong wind pressure shot out from him, and the terrifying wind magic blew away all the Wilderness and Lothern warriors in front of Meisfeld in an unstoppable manner. Although this attack did not distinguish between friend and foe, it at least broke the battle formation of the Phoenix King's Court warriors.

The Forsworn didn't need any orders for such a rare opportunity. Their fighting instincts had already driven them to rush into the gap in the formation as fast as a colony of ants, and then tear the gap open at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally entered the melee...

Entering the familiar stage of fighting between the Wilderness, all the Forsworn and Thornhearts were like returning home, frantically looking for their enemies and pouring out their skills. In contrast, the warriors of the Phoenix King Court quickly formed combat teams in groups of three or five, some holding swords and shields, some holding guns with both hands, and some holding longbows. The different weapons cooperated with each other tacitly and precisely, and faced the siege of the Wilderness without any confusion, and there was no panic of any large formation being broken up.

Do you want to break Shangwu's attainments? Pattern!

Faced with such a scattered combat group, concentrating the cavalry and launching a targeted attack would have been a decisive blow. Unfortunately, perhaps because they were eager to achieve success, the Huangyi cavalry were also caught in a melee at this moment.

The melee not only tied down the warriors of the Phoenix Court, but also the warriors of the Wilderness.

Looking around, Meisfield quickly thought of a way to break the deadlock, and soon his eyes were fixed on a person.

Targeting a person who would become the focus of everyone's attention even if he was on the battlefield.

She was wearing a gorgeous suit of armor inlaid with various gems, which covered her entire body, leaving only two holes in front of her eyes. She was tall and straight, taller than the average elf, with an extraordinary and heroic temperament that made people feel awe-inspiring, and she held a huge sword of astonishing length in her hand.

That must be the so-called Aenarion!

Meisfield strode towards Aenarion with two swords in hand, and there was an astonishing light in his eyes.

As the strongest swordsman of the young generation of the Wilderness, a champion swordsman who has won titles in several arenas, the protagonist of "The White Lion", a person blessed by the three great priests, and a warrior blessed by the two gods themselves, it is impossible...

boom!

Terry saw a gorgeously decorated wild creature walking towards her.

Terry threw a dagger over.

The dagger directly smashed the unfortunate person into the air and made him spin several times. After landing, he retreated seven or eight steps before he stabilized.

Not dead.

Chapter 120: Finally Defeated

Ty Lee, wearing gorgeous armor, kept her eyes fixed on a Wendigo.

Even among many Wendigos, the size of this monster is very astonishing, especially since it can cast natural spells. Although it is not very powerful and can only be used, a monster infantry that can cast spells is truly a terrifying creature.

And just now, this damned horrific beast defeated another squad of warriors from the Phoenix King's Court. Without the cover of a large formation, the small formation in the melee could hardly face a monster of this level.

I guess only the Eagle Claw Crossbow and monsters of the same level can cause enough damage to these damn monsters.

An eagle's cry broke through the air, and the giant eagle swooped down at a terrifying speed. Even the Wendigo had no time to dodge at this terrifying speed. A piercing sound exploded, which was not the sound of the giant eagle, but the mournful cry of the air.

Sa!

In a split second, the shadow passed over the ground, and after a while, the Wendigo's body slowly moved horizontally with its waist as the central axis. The giant eagle's claws and beak were enough to tear apart steel, let alone this kind of mortal body.

No matter how terrifying the monster is, it can never be a match for a true behemoth like the giant eagle.

Every time I see a giant eagle swooping down to hunt, it is so shocking.

Since there was a giant beast like a giant eagle hunting target, Terry turned her head and looked elsewhere. She had the impression that there seemed to be a guy walking towards her aggressively, as if he wanted to challenge her in a duel?

After searching for a long time without seeing anyone, Tai Li had no choice but to give up and continue to direct the work. If she saw a tough problem, she would personally step forward to help.

On the other side, Meisfield, who was hiding in a depression, had a look of

Shocked, his eyes were filled with incredible shock.

Looking at his hands that were still shaking, and the wounds between his fingers, he couldn't even hold the sword, let alone fight.

“Are…are you kidding me?! How could a monster of this level exist in this world?!”

His voice was trembling and his whole body was shaking. He was beaten into this state with just a casual blow. The gap between the two sides was already terrifyingly large. No matter how much he struggled, he could not be that guy's opponent.

"This... Is this Aenarion?! Am I trying to steal this guy's life?!"

"How is this possible? Are you kidding me? How can I snatch the fate of a monster like this?!!!"

There was no longer the confidence in his words as before. His confidence was completely shattered at the first sight. This guy was so panicked that he could not have any other thoughts except self-doubt.

Just when this fellow was in great confusion, a jester who usually flattered him suddenly ran into the depression, and his eyes lit up when he saw his master.

"Sir!" The man came to Meisfield and said anxiously, "Let's go! It will be too late if we don't leave now! The enemy has begun to close the encirclement. The Wendigo is no match for the Giant Eagle and is being killed one by one. We are bound to lose this battle!"

"It's no big deal to lose a game. Your parents are still here, and most of the nobles still support you. As long as you go back, you can start all over again!"

It was as if Meisfield did not hear these words. He kept mumbling all kinds of incomprehensible words, as if he was completely closed off from the outside world. His spirit was on the verge of collapse.

The jester immediately understood what was going on, and his eyes were immediately filled with disdain. A stupid and incompetent guy, if it weren't for his amazing family background, this idiot would never have achieved what he has today.

God knows how many people's destinies this bastard has robbed under the manipulation of his damn parents!

No matter how much he looked down on him or how much he disdained him, he was still his boss after all, and he still had to do his job. In the midst of a burst of unstoppable cursing, this "jester" carried his boss on his shoulders and began to run in a certain direction.

Since he was chosen by the big shot to stay by the side of the good-for-nothing young master, he must have a secret weapon that amazes everyone. This guy's secret weapon is stealth. He can paint scenery 10 meters away from the enemy without being discovered. It is particularly terrifying, almost on the same level as the rangers of Lothern.

Surrounded by the Phoenix Court's army, the warriors of the Wilderness Army melted like snowflakes. The giant eagle's sharp claws easily took away those high-value targets, and the bows and arrows of the Lothern warriors killed those poor unarmored units.