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A call came out, and bloody storm appeared.

As Lep's angrily roar came into the sky above the Elf House, almost all the heavy armored swordsmen could not help but tremble.

There are people who are afraid of the coming and the coming fight, some people who are born obsessed with fighting, some new recruits who are excited to see that they are about to win honors in the battle, and some veterans who feel numb to the future where corpses fly and blood splatter.

But no matter which one it was, no one had the ability to resist this order, "Kill!!!" As the first young swordsman with a strong spirit rushed out of the heavy armored swordsman army with a long sword in his hand, the other swordsman army behind him were all like a flock of sheep led by the leader. After a bold roar, he was like a huge group of ants, and went straight to the elves in front of him like a madman from east, west and north.

Everyone in the Elf clan had extremely neat movements. At this moment, their eyes had never been as calm as they were now. They were like a calm lake, like a mirror, and could not stir up any waves. Pull the bow and squeezing the target, and then shoot arrows. All the Elf clans were doing the same thing, their arrows were clear and their eyes were firm.

With an arrow, they would not feel any joy because the feather arrow successfully shot through a swordsman's head. Instead, they were all like machines without any emotion. After shooting an arrow, they would shoot another arrow. But they were not real machines, but everyone kept telling themselves in their hearts: I want to hold on for a while, I must hold on for a longer time.

The old patriarch's encouragement obviously had the best effect. The tribes who had second hearts at the beginning had bravely stood at the outermost part of their homes and tried to use the bows and arrows in their hands to protect this territory that belonged only to them. And those tribes who were always loyal to the Elf House were also inspired by their hearts after seeing these companions who had second hearts fighting for the enemy, becoming braver and more terrifying.

Yes, it is not an exaggeration to describe these elves at this time as the word terrible.

The human army of swordsmen is very large, but they are just swordsmen after all. The biggest advantage of swordsmen is their extremely powerful strength in melee combat, but the biggest disadvantage of swordsmen is their biggest, and even the most fatal weakness. Before getting close, no matter how strong a swordsman is, there is no difference between an ordinary person without any power.

Of course, this refers specifically to the crazy attacks of the elves, a race that has been studying bow techniques since ancient times. In order to protect the home and to delay the elves for a longer time, the elves and the most elite bloodline can be continued, all the elves and tribes were red-eyed.

As the army of swordsmen approached, their bows and arrows became faster and faster, so fast that they could only see a afterimage of arrows pulling the bows and arrows with their naked eyes. Large pieces of arrows like rainstorms fell from the sky, and some even went straight horizontally, like a wall with a huge range, and rushed towards the swordsmen who were approaching the Elf House step by step.

When the rain of arrows falls, a large number of screams will surely sound in the army of human swordsmen. At the same time, when the rain of arrows falls, a large number of corpses with arrows all over their bodies, shot like a hedgehog. There are veterans who have lived in their fifties, new recruits in their prime, and even young swordsmen who are underage.

Swordsmen of different ages fell, and what accompanied them when they fell, representing different emotions of eyes, including unwillingness, self-deprecation, and relief.

But no matter who fell, no matter how many swordsmen fell, almost every swordsman who fell under the terrible attack of the elves' terrible rain of arrows had a common gaze in his eyes. This gaze could not be concealed, nor did it need to be concealed, because they were dead.

Surprised! Yes, it's just shocked!

Whether it was a swordsman who was shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows, or a swordsman who was directly penetrated by a feather arrow or a swordsman who was browsing his eyes widened in disbelief and died with his eyes open. They knew very well what the heavy armor they were wearing meant, which was the armor they had made sure that they could not get hurt under the full force of the archer after countless tests.

However, what made them unbelievable was that their armor was like a thin piece of paper in front of these elves, without any resistance. Not only did the fallen swordsman look shocked, but the soldiers who survived a rain of arrows were also shocked, and even more frightened than their already angry companions.

What kind of archery is this? It's so terrible!

Almost all the soldiers had the idea of ​​running away at the same time, but just as their thoughts became stronger and stronger, and when their companions were only dead, a sound suddenly came from their ears over the battlefield that forced them to continue fighting.

"Escape is death! Whoever kills the patriarch of the Elves, I, Marquis Lep, reward him with the baron and promote him to my deputy."

As soon as this said, both the swordsmen who were shaken in their hearts or the numb soldiers who had been attacked by fear all their eyes lit up, and their hearts were extremely excited and accelerated their progress, and the battle situation suddenly became even more tragic.

Seeing the rapid overlap of the death and number of human army, the people of the Elf clan were not happy at all, but their brows became tighter and tighter. With such a long history, their bow skills were naturally not comparable to humans.

Even archers of the same strength are much stronger than those of human archers, because their bowing skills have reached a wonderful level. Not only are the power of bows and arrows much stronger than ordinary human archers, but their degree and accuracy are stronger.

But even the most powerful bow technique is, it is impossible to rely on a feather arrow to shoot through the armor of a heavy armored swordsman at a distance. The reason why the armor of the heavy armored swordsman seems to be as weak as paper in front of these elves is not that the bow technique of the elves is terrible, but that every arrow they just shot contains an energy.

Every shooting seems to be no different from ordinary archery, but it is not so simple. Every action of pulling the bow and squeezing the arrow is a process of preparation and release of the tricks. Therefore, the situation at the beginning will be so favorable, and even the difference will be obvious.

However, the use of a unique move must rely on physical strength. No matter how much physical strength is, it is not infinite. Under every shooting of the elves, the human army is as fragile as a sheep under the mouths of wolves, without any resistance. However, the degree of advancement of the human army has not stopped, and it has not even decreased but increased.

Just as the distance was riding the moment when a large number of soldiers fell down in the previous wave of arrow rain, the elf tribe secretly rested for a while, and the humans who were lucky enough to survive the arrow rain rushed towards their side at a faster pace.

It seemed that they were not afraid of life and death at all. All the elf tribes who saw this scene were shocked at the same time. They were not afraid or panic, but their hearts were like a stone that suddenly fell into the water, sinking to the bottom.

Even the sweat on his face seemed to have just walked out of the water. He wet his eyes and didn't dare to wipe it. He just took a deep breath and then he struggled to pull out the longbow again and released a feather arrow with a faint green light. This is the situation of all the Elf Clan members in the Elf House who were still resisting tenaciously at this time.

They were not afraid, nor had they ever been lazy. Even every member of the Elf tribe devoted all his heart to the great cause of defending his home to the death, burning their passion, sweat, and even their lives.

Every elves tribe has brought the archery technique inherited from ancient times to the extreme today, and they have indeed terrified the distant human army.

However, compared with the human army that is far better than its own, the number of elves of more than 200 people is too small. Every time they have worked hard to shoot the enemy, they just seem to have gently clapped a strong man, and it doesn't hurt or itch at all.

When they felt that their physical strength was not enough, but they released a new wave of arrow rain without hesitation, shooting more than 200 human heavy armored swordsmen, all the elves felt a sense of exhaustion at the same time. At the same time, they looked around and saw that the humans had just hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward again like dense, countless ants.

At this moment, all the elves clan members understood something in their hearts. Including the old patriarch, a trace of unconcealed sorrow flashed in everyone's eyes, but in a blink of an eye, they pulled the bow again without hesitation, shot arrows at the continuous enemy, and a sharp rain of arrows fell over the human army again.

This was the last wave of arrows, and it was also a sign that a major change in the battlefield situation. When a swordsman showed that the Elf clan's bows and arrows were no longer dense, but became weak, he immediately shouted excitedly, took the sword and rushed forward.

But when he was about to scream and tell his companions about this amazing appearance, his eyes suddenly turned black. There was a "puff" sound, and a muffled sound was suddenly heard in his ears like thunder. Before he could even hum, he fell on the corpses of his companions in shock and died. At the same time, a feather arrow with a faint blue light scattered in his eyebrows was inserted.

"Everyone cheer up! We haven't lost yet! We can still resist!" The old patriarch slowly put down the longbow in his hand and stared at the human swordsman who was trying to reveal the weak secrets of their elf clan at this time, and looked coldly.

Then he turned around and looked at the brave resisting, young men, young men, or women around him and said loudly in his old voice: "I know everyone is very tired now. I am the same, but even if we don't have archery skills, we can still fight again.

Don’t be afraid just because the enemy is a powerful swordsman in close proximity. Pick up the feather arrows in our hands and instill a little energy, you can also use them to pierce the enemy’s throat in close combat! I believe you can definitely do it.”

After saying that, the old patriarch looked at his patriarch slowly raising the arrow in his hand. At this moment, he seemed to have been hundreds of years younger and returned to the most peak of his youth. While saying this just now, he seemed to feel that his heart was full of strength. Although he lacked physical strength, he was always strong.

It was his words that made the human army slaughter like cutting vegetables and grass after successfully rushing into the Elf House, which was supposed to be slaughtering like cutting vegetables and cutting grass, and it became many obstacles and extremely difficult. Even human swordsmen who were good at close combat were assassinated by elf people who had never conducted close combat training.

The situation instantly became fierce from tragic, but no matter how tenacious the resistance of the Elf tribe tribe was, the Elf tribe who was good at long-range combat was still no match for the human swordsman who was good at close combat. Moreover, the strength of the enemy and us was very different, and the resistance of the Elf tribe tribe tribe could not have any effect on the change of the battle situation. They just slowed down the time when their homes were invaded by these human armies.

With the sound of men's groans and women's screams, the number of elf tribes, which had only more than 200 people in total, instantly decreased to the point where there were only a dozen people, including the old patriarch, and most of them were young women and thin children.

Under such circumstances, no matter who it is, they will feel that they should cry bitterly, and even the despair of the race being about to be destroyed should appear in their eyes.

But what is very strange is that when all the surviving elves, including the old patriarch, could not see a trace of sad expression on their faces. Instead, they only smiled indifferently in life and death, and they were actually very calm.

For a moment, all the human swordsmen who saw this scene were stunned. The atmosphere suddenly became strange. It made people feel quiet and trembled. After a long time of silence, no swordsman dared to step forward. They just carefully surrounded the last group of elves in the middle, with their eyes full of shock and doubt.

I can still laugh at this time. Is there any other trick?

In an instant, almost all the human soldiers thought to themselves at this moment.:
Chapter completed!