Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1074 1056. Attack!

Lan En looked at the arrows that shattered and bounced off in front of his eyes with interest.

Although this archery skill is still not as good as the one Elrond saw at that time, it is undoubtedly a superb skill.

At least ordinary humans will never be able to use it in an emergency in their lifetime.

So Sagittarius is indeed not human.

There was a rustling sound among the tall trees.

Many agile and light figures suddenly appeared from various places.

They have long, smooth hair with pointed ears underneath.

Sitting on the horse, Lan looked around. The scene was similar to the one when he met the dryads in Brokilon Forest.

Even from behind those tiny saplings that were too thick to allow a person to hide, a living elf inexplicably emerged.

This is indeed consistent with what Radagast said when introducing this forest: this is a forest mixed with many magics.

The magic of the elves, the magic of the forest itself, the sorcery of Dol Guldur
The two elves, a man and a woman, led the group. The man had light blond hair and a handsome face even among elves. The woman had red hair. The man was clearly the dominant one.

"It's a very good horse."

When many elves were drawing their bows and aiming their arrows at strangers, a male elf with light blond hair walked over holding a bow and said.

There was an expression of admiration and 'that was a close call' on his face.

"You are also an extremely good archer."

Lan En bowed slightly and gracefully on horseback.

The male elf nodded. He seemed to admire the fact that Lan En remained calm even when being pointed at by so many elven archers.

But it is hard to say how much this has to do with Lan's face being more beautiful than most elves.

"I had no intention of hurting the horse. It was just an accident."

The male elf explained and Lann nodded.

"I can see that the trajectory of your arrow clearly shows your intention."

"Oh?" When talking about this, the male elf narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows, and his previous friendliness was greatly reduced.

His handsome face looked fierce.

"You mean, you can see through my arrow clearly? Is that what you mean?"

"Legolas." The red-haired female elf behind patted the male elf's arm and whispered, "This person is very unusual. Don't get too close."

Legolas tilted his head to look.

The fluffy ball was standing on the saddle behind Lan's back, looking seriously alert.

The unicorn's long blue-purple crystal horn was swaying in front of Legolas.

"As a traveler, it's very unusual."

He paused and spoke as if it were a routine matter.

"Please tell me why you came to the Woodland Kingdom? Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"I did not intend to, nor did I know that I had intruded into the woodland kingdom, sir elf."

Lan En stroked Qilin's mane to calm it down.

"I just wanted to go to Lake Town to meet some dwarven friends. I got a little behind the team during the journey. I was just passing by."

"A group of dwarves?" Legolas chewed on these words and called the red-haired female elf behind him. "Tauriel."

The two elves huddled together and whispered something in Elvish.

Lan En sat on the horse and looked left and right, looking as if he didn't understand.

But on his retina, Mentos was playing the conversation in subtitles.

Legolas asked in a low voice: "Dwarves? Are there dwarves passing through our territory?"

"I don't know," the elf said, frowning. "Neither does the patrol. If this is true, someone must have led these dwarves through Mirkwood. Someone extraordinary and unafraid of the magic of the forest."

"A wizard, or holding some kind of treasure." Legolas asserted. "But we can put that aside for now. A group of dwarves, this may explain why there are suddenly so many orcs in our territory."

"The orcs hate the dwarves just as much as the dwarves hate the orcs. They want the other dead, no matter how great the cost."

"These orcs who have the audacity to wander into our territory are the killers chasing the dwarves!"

"Now these evil creatures are becoming more and more daring." Tauriel said to Legolas worriedly.

"Children of Ungoliant, those giant spiders dared to wreak havoc all the way from Dol Guldur to our land, and now even the orcs are coming to rampage here."

"If we continue to ignore the source like this, something bad will happen sooner or later!"

Legolas's face was also filled with worry, but in the face of Tauriel's earnest gaze, he simply tilted his head away and sighed.

"These matters ultimately depend on my father's decision. Nothing you or I can say will make any difference."

Tauriel was silent too.

Lan En was listening at the side unintentionally. It seemed that the Elf King of the Woodland Kingdom was a conservative person.

In the current situation, the threat flowing into the kingdom from outside is increasing day by day, but his strategy seems to be limited to domestic clearance.

There is no intention to solve the fundamental problem outwardly.

"What about this strange human?" The two elves wanted to discuss something, but at this moment, Lan En's face suddenly turned to the side.

With a sharp friction sound, the witcher clenched his fist and stopped in front of his face.

The sound and movement suddenly drew Legolas and Tauriel's attention to Lann, and they subconsciously held their longbows in a posture ready to fight at any time.

The eyes of the elves around who had been pointing their bows at the witcher suddenly became more dangerous.

It seemed as if the arrow would break away from the bowstring and fly into the target in the next moment.

Lan En, on the other hand, paid no attention to these dangerous looks and wary attitudes.

"Is this also your arrow?"

In the center of the witcher's clenched fist, a dark arrow with a twisted and rough tip was being held in his palm!

Legolas's reaction was almost instantaneous. Without even thinking, he immediately determined the direction from which the arrow was coming, almost like a muscle reaction.

And then he shot an arrow back along the trajectory.

The elf's movements were so smooth that watching him shoot arrows was like watching dance and art.

Legolas didn't even have time to see the origin and trajectory of the arrow directly, but just based on Lan's interception action, the arrow released from his bowstring passed through the branches of the trees.

With a whoosh, it disappeared into the woods.

Then "Ah~Puff!"

It should have been a fierce roar, but because the arrow penetrated the flesh, it lost its strength at the end and turned into a dull dry cough.

The dull thud of flesh hitting the forest humus came a step later.

"Enemy attack!" the red-haired elf Tauriel shouted. "It's the orcs' arrows!"

Legolas's arrow that returned along its trajectory only delayed the enemy's vanguard attack. Finally, an unpleasant roar was heard from the forest.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

He was an orc with a deformed tumor on his mouth, which made his voice unpleasant and sharp.

"Kill them all, poof! Ugh!"

An orc arrow that had just been shot out and then caught by his bare hands, after a simple acceleration by the catapult, pierced into his ugly mouth and protruded from the back of his head.

"Temporary cooperation?"

Lan En, who had just put down his left hand, tilted his head towards the two elves below.

"As you wish, stranger." Legolas responded while shooting arrows. His shooting speed was totally beyond the reach of normal people. "Anyway, you'd better not let the elves rescue you!"

"Is this advice?" Lan En nodded seriously. "I'll remember it."

In the distant forest, orcs with gray and black skin and dirty bodies, wearing crude armor made of iron pieces and even torn animal skins and linen, came pouring in!
"So many?" The bow in Tauriel's hand vibrated, and the arrow she shot drew a huge arc, bypassing an elf and hitting the orc who was about to rush over and stab him from behind.

"There are at least three hundred of them here! Has Mirkwood become a sieve?!"

"Fight first! Tauriel!"

Legolas called out, and all the elves began to use the terrain very experiencedly to fight against the orcs who had the advantage in numbers.

Their bodies were just as Elrond had said, light as a feather.

They can run freely on the intricate tangles of trees mixed with dry branches, even more easily than humans running on a flat dirt road.

Even the elf who had just landed from the tree canopy only needed to take two or three running steps, and then push off the tree trunk for two or three steps, before he could float up to the seven or eight meter high tree canopy!

No hands are needed throughout the process.

Even monkeys climbing trees seem slow and clumsy compared to them.

Every elf is a master of archery, and Legolas is the master among masters.

With only a dozen of them, they completed a rain of arrows to cover more than three hundred orcs!

Among the orcs there were also dozens of archers, but these orcs often had no time to draw their bows and arrows before the elves, with their rich experience and sharp eyes, had already locked onto them and sent them to hell with accurate arrows.

Under normal circumstances, given the geographical advantages and their own strength, even if the elves could not destroy more than 300 orcs, they would have more than enough to ensure their own retreat.

But the current situation is obviously unusual.

"Ouch!"
The ferocious roar of the wild beast was heard, and the sound of its claws stomping on the ground was fierce.

All the elves' faces changed drastically at the same time!

"Worg!"

They shouted, and behind the dark mass of orcs, a dozen huge hungry wolves, whose shoulders were even taller than the heads of ordinary orcs, jumped nimbly between the woods and rocks.

Legolas observed the wolf's forward movement and suddenly shouted as if he had thought of something!
"Move! Jump away from the original tree!"

The huge mouths of the wargs are big enough to bite off branches as thick as an adult's arm in one bite. Their muscular bodies are so muscular that a tree that a person can hug can shake with just one collision.

If it was in the Dark Forest, the trees there were so big that even two people could hug them, let alone one person, were rarely young. They were all large trees with a diameter of more than one or two meters.

Breaking the wargs' teeth and knocking their heads unconscious had no effect.

But this is not inside Mirkwood!

This is just a small woods extending from the edge of the forest!

(End of this chapter)