As the hissing and shouting half-orcs gradually approached, the white arrows pierced the sky first.

It was an archer belonging to the Kingdom of Gondor, and he sprinkled a rain of arrows on the charging half-orcs.

The black tide was so dense that human archers didn't need to aim at all, and one after another half-orcs collapsed to the ground under the attack of the arrow rain.

Even if most of the orcs held simple wooden shields in their hands, bows and arrows would fall on them through the gaps.

However, the enemy is not helpless, allowing the archers on the human side to slaughter wantonly.

The half-orc archers mixed in the team, after running to a certain distance, were commanded by a dark and tall Uruk, and began to counterattack the humans with their bows and arrows.

Their number is far greater than that of humans, and the pitch-black arrows they shot were very sparse at first, but as more and more half-beasts holding bows and arrows gathered, the rain of arrows gradually became denser, and in the end it was like overwhelming black hail Normally, it flew towards the human in front of it.

And their companions, brandishing all kinds of dirty and crude weapons, laughed wildly and stepped into the muddy swamp and stinky pond in front of them, rushing towards the human archers who were shooting.

And those tall trolls let out roars like wild beasts, jumped directly into the pond and waded forward, holding iron sledgehammers tightly in their bony hands, His large shield defends his vitals.

Their goal is to rush into the Gondor army formation, tear the enemy's defense from the center, and provide a more advantageous fighting environment for the half-orcs behind them.

Only by breaking the enemy's formation can the numerical advantage be better utilized.

The arrow rain from the half-orcs gradually increased, and the Gondor archers who had been concentrating on dealing with the enemy began to suffer huge losses.

Some elite infantrymen with large kite-shaped shields stood beside the archers under the officer's order, helping their comrades resist the arrows falling from the sky.

This kind of help allowed the archers to concentrate on dealing with the half-orcs who were entangled in mud.

This is the advantage brought by the terrain, and they need to grasp these as much as possible.

However, this advantage soon ended, and a large number of orcs died under the rain of arrows while trudging through the mud.

And the corpses left by them after their deaths gradually covered part of the mud pond, and they actually connected into roads in this muddy place.

And the brigade Snaga, who followed closely behind, laughed wildly and stepped on the road piled up with corpses, approaching the human army formation behind the mud pond.

At this moment, the Gondor soldiers who were ordered to stand firm could already see clearly the ferocious and terrifying face of the half-orc.

And faster than the half-orcs are the trolls who came directly to the water.

They howled while running wildly in the pond, with a pair of eyes with a faint red light, staring at the enemy in front of them.

Facing the approach of the enemy, "Hawkeye" Dude quickly gave the archers an order to retreat. They brought a lot of arrows, and this was not the time for the archers to step forward and fight for their lives.

And amidst the sound of horns, the infantry of Gondor stepped forward in orderly steps, approaching more than ten meters, and stood at a place about ten meters away from the pond.

The rangers of the Noldor, who had been carefully hiding among the human army, suddenly appeared.

With the help of their sensitive figures, they kept shuttling through the army formation, looking for the right shooting position and timing, to deal with the trolls who waded through the water.

This is an order directly from Allen to them.

And before the battle started, Allen once told his subordinates that trolls are not simple and savage beasts, these bloodthirsty and cruel creatures also possess a certain amount of wisdom.

If you want to kill them, surprise should have a very good effect.

Once these troublesome guys find out that someone can really threaten their lives, the trolls will hide their vitals better.

In that way, it will be difficult to kill them in a short time.

At this time, it was a good opportunity, because most of the trolls' attention was focused on the elite infantry at the front of the team.

And the gradually shortened distance also allowed the Noldor rangers scattered in different places to find a shooting angle that could cross the ogre's shield and hit the vital point directly.

As the huge figure of the troll got closer and closer to the shore of the pond, the Noldor rangers also pulled away one after another, the extremely powerful Noldor compound bow in their hands.

The elves stood tall and tall, standing out from the crowd among humans, and instantly attracted the attention of some trolls.

But this situation is all within the calculations of the rangers. Most of the targets they are looking for are trolls running in the center of the enemy's formation.

Those guys didn't notice the elves at all, and they were still charging forward foolishly at this moment.

As the elves quickly pulled the bowstring of the Noldor composite bow, the sharp Noldor arrows made a sharp whistling sound, and flew towards the ogres who were dying without knowing it.

Before shooting, the Noldor rangers aimed at the ogre's neck, head, eyes and other vital parts.

The blue and white Noldor enchanted arrow, after flying at extreme speed, nailed the ogre fiercely.

And the cuticle, which was originally extremely tough and could protect the troll, was like butter cut by a hot knife at this moment, and it was useless under the attack of Noldor's enchanted arrows.

The trolls who were suddenly attacked did not die after their vitals were attacked. Instead, while roaring wildly, they also wanted to use the large shield in their hands to protect them.

Especially those Olog Trolls with more powerful vitality actually accelerated their running speed.

It's just that after they were injured, their reaction speed was obviously greatly affected, and they couldn't avoid the continuous shooting of the Noldo Ranger at all.

Soon, the trolls in the center of the team uttered a deafening roar before dying, and lay down in the pond.

The remaining trolls, on the other hand, quickened their pace of attack again, and protected their heads tightly with their shields.

Facing the thick shield in the troll's hand, even the Noldor compound bow and Noldor arrows were of little use.

Even if the arrow penetrates the shield, it is difficult to continue to hurt the ogre protected by the shield.

Only those trolls who were unresponsive and whose intelligence was too low died under the second wave of shooting from the Noldor Ranger.

So far, half of the trolls have remained in the pond forever.

And the 32 Noldor rangers also poured out at least five hundred Noldor enchanted arrows in this short period of time.

Among the troops in Allen's hands, only the Noldor elves with superb archery skills and excellent physical fitness can guarantee that the arrows can fly to their locked targets accurately at such a high-speed shooting frequency.

And these enchanted arrows with strong penetrating power were brought to this world by these rangers.

Alan's development in Pendor Continent has not yet reached the point where he can buy elf equipment at any time.

These arrows with magical power are really used less and less.

The short-term lethality of the Noldor ranger made the Gondor soldiers who were about to face the ogre charge burst into bursts of cheers.

Although facing those huge monsters, the soldiers of Gondor were still able to raise their faith to fight, but they also knew in their hearts that the possibility of them surviving in the face of such huge monsters was too small.

Now, more than half of these monsters hadn't completely approached him, and they were dead, which made the soldiers standing at the front of the line feel refreshed.

However, the distance to the pond is limited after all, and these crazy monsters still rushed to the shore, rushing towards the humans in front of them like a gust of wind.

At this moment, the second backhand arranged by Allen began to play a role.

The ten Mettenheim Desperate Swordsmen loyal to Alan jumped out first amidst the roar, and while running fast, they waved their great swords and intercepted the ogre on the right side of the team.

These veterans with extremely rich battlefield experience can make flexible movements on hard ground even though they are wearing heavy armor.

While dodging and moving, dodging the thunderous attack of the ogre.

They were able to achieve this level only because the armor on their bodies was forged by themselves, which allowed them to give full play to their physical fitness, which was far superior to that of ordinary people, while ensuring good protection.

And the sharp and heavy sword in the veteran's hand can also cut wounds on the ogre's body while avoiding the attack.

It's just that they were facing thirty or forty trolls after all. When the enemy began to besiege them unscrupulously, the situation of the Daredevil Swordsman himself was also in jeopardy.

And those Gondor soldiers standing in front of the team couldn't come forward to rescue, because facing enemies like trolls, sometimes the superiority in numbers is not a good thing, but it will affect the duel between the daredevil swordsman and the trolls. Kill your comrades.

At this time, the Noldo ranger standing in the team used the bow and arrow in his hand to hit the arms and legs that the ogre didn't care about so much, assisting the deadly swordsman in the battle.

But this can't change the situation of the battle. The strong vitality of the trolls and their limbs that are not afraid of pain make it difficult for them to die under such an attack.

The battle situation fell into a stalemate for a while, and the army of half-orcs had gradually approached the battlefield along the path where corpses were piled up.

At this time, a small Ithilien commando, led by Beleg, suddenly rushed out from behind the infantry.

These descendants of Ithilien, with firm eyes and no fear on their faces, didn't care about the orc army approaching them at all.

Instead, he quickly circled to the side of the troll, drew the huge yew wood longbow in his hand, and shot to death many cannibals who were fighting with the daredevil swordsman with arrows with green feathers. Shemale.

Such a move, in a crisis-ridden battle situation, is also a great deed that can change the battle situation.

Among the people of Gondor, there are always some warriors whose courage is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After completing such a feat, these descendants of Ithilien drew the long swords in their waists, and fought fiercely with the half-orcs who rushed to them.

As for the mortal swordsman who had no opponent, he quickly came to the side of the commando, waved the big sword in his hand again and again, and knocked down one after another the besieging half-orcs.

The Gondor soldiers who had stood firm on the front line quickly came to their comrades under the order of the officer, and fought fiercely with the orcs.

The trolls on the left side of the team were stopped by teams of Royal Guards armed with spears.

In the face of these huge and violent monsters, only these elite troops in the Kingdom of Gondor can barely deal with them.

Moreover, the Gondor elite who were originally standing behind them, under the orders of their lord, boldly bypassed the battlefield between the Imperial Guards and the trolls, rushed to the bank of the muddy mud, and intercepted the enemy in the water.

Facing the weak Snaga, these Gondor soldiers with rich combat experience were able to deal with it with ease.

And some militiamen with long pole weapons also assisted in the battle behind them.

As long as they are not allowed to face the ferocious and terrifying trolls, the soldiers of Gondor can completely stabilize their lines under the impact of the orcs.

The archers who retreated behind the infantry, under the leadership of "Hawkeye" Dude, competed with the half-orc archers in their archery skills.

Under the sky where pitch-black arrows intersect with white arrows, a white and blue embankment composed of human beings is holding back the endless black tide.

The trolls fighting behind the dam fell one by one under the siege of the elite, but they still caused a lot of damage to the surrounding humans.

Three of the Mettenheim Desperate Swordsmen under Alan's command were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Even with the help of the Noldo Ranger, the most elite imperial guards in Baicheng suffered extremely heavy losses, and dozens of people were killed or injured in the entanglement with the trolls.

However, after eliminating the trolls in front of them, they rushed to the forefront of the battle without stopping.

And the Noldor rangers even aimed their targets at the Uruk archers farther away, but they replaced them with ordinary cone-headed arrows.

At this moment, the Rohir people guarding the left side of the army started to move, and Sengel took the lead, riding a white Mealas and rushed out.

Immediately behind him was Iored, who belonged to the Second Marshal, and hundreds of riders gathered to form the sharpest point.

They want to intercept this fast-moving enemy army, lest this enemy cavalry unit go around the back of the Gondor army and disrupt the frontal battlefield.

The white galloping horse flag fluttered in the air, and the Rohir people who followed the king's charge sang loudly while the horseshoes were churning. The singing was full of fearlessness and heroism, and it floated over the entire battlefield.

The leader of the Dongyi people looked at the flag representing the king of Rohan, and instantly ignited endless anger in his heart. The enmity between the Dongyi people and the Rohir people is equally long-standing, which can be traced back thousands of years ago.

Amid his roar, a banner with a black background unfurled against the wind, showing a winged golden dragon roaring upwards.

Then these barbaric tribes from the east, under the leadership of the leader, gave up their plan to go around and rushed towards Sengel's white horse and green flag.

In this way, Senger naturally noticed the golden dragon and black flag, pointed the spear in his hand at the enemy, and yelled at his partner.

"Chasing Snow, help me charge!"

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