Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1075 1057. Sacred Beast
This is a new grove extending from the dark and dense forest. The oldest tree in this forest is only as thick as two people can hug it.

It only takes three wolves working together for half a minute to completely tear down a tree of this size!

The elves are all masters of archery. They are fully capable of jumping and moving on the trees while maintaining the shooting speed and accuracy of their bows and arrows.

Shoot arrows at the wolves below.

But the reason why Legolas panicked and asked everyone to move was because he knew that the warg was not an ordinary mindless beast.

With their enormous muscle mass and size, these wolves are technically allies of the orcs rather than domesticated beasts of war or mounts.

Wargs are intelligent and even have their own language.

It is not uncommon for Wargs to throw off Orc riders if they feel they need to improvise during battle.

Now was the time, the Wargs thought, to improvise.

When destroying the trees where the elves were staying, these wolves would first pick up the orcs beside them and then throw them on their heads to block the arrows shot from above by the elves.

The orcs are dead, and even their corpses can block arrows. If one slides down, another will come.

Even most of the elves' arrows, after penetrating the body of an armored orc, even if the arrowheads were still visible, could not cause effective damage to the muscular wolf.

Only Legolas, an elite archer among the elves, could shoot arrows that seemed to be blessed by the wind, with a sound that was inconsistent with the size of the arrows and a flight trajectory that was frighteningly stable.

The orc corpses and the wolf were nailed to the ground in one blow.

Even though Legolas' bow and arrows were of ordinary specifications, Lan estimated that the power of his archery skills was comparable to the dragon-hunting bow and arrows of the Silver Knights of Irithyll in the Fire World!
But this guy's shooting speed is much more powerful than that of the Silver Knights!
However, although the elves in this world are an immortal and extraordinary race, Legolas is the only archer on the scene.

He can't do anything alone.

The movements of the Wargs would not be greatly hindered by his firepower alone.

This group of muscular wolves with terrifying teeth continued to bite off wood fibers as thick as arms from the tree trunk. After two or three bites, there was a gap as big as a human head on the tree trunk.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and with a few more hits the weight of the tree would be enough to help the wolf break itself.

"Ow~"

"Kill them all! Kill the elves!"

The unique language of the wargs and the roars of the orcs eager to taste blood mixed together and echoed in this small woods.

There was also the sound of steel clashing, leather rubbing, and the crisp sound of tree trunks being torn and broken.
The patrol team of more than a dozen elves that originally surrounded Lan En was now moving back and forth from tree to tree in the continuous woods like flying green leaves.

Their transfer also resulted in less time for archery, thus reducing their ability to suppress the hundreds of orcs below.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

It seemed that the elves were about to be driven to the edge of this derived forest. If they retreated further, they would end up in a meadow hill dotted with stone pestles.

Even the elves who are as light as swallows cannot outrun the wolves in this kind of terrain!
"Legolas! Think of a way!"

Tauriel's archery skills are not as good as her prince's, but she is also the second strongest fighter among the elves.

She shot an arrow erratically, and two orcs who were running and screaming excitedly were pierced together because of a brief overlap of angles.

"I was wondering! Wait.?!"

The originally calm and elegant elves had already begun to sweat on their foreheads, and Legolas, as the leader, was under tremendous pressure.

But at this moment, the elves in the tree suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon.

——Under the tree where they were, a long strip of land began to emit a faint blue-white light.

The land glows?
what's the situation?
In such a sudden and abnormal situation, even the elves were a little distracted.

Until a tingling sensation that made the hairs stand on end came over their bodies, and the elves' long hair, which had remained smooth despite the fierce battle, began to stand on end.

"This is..." The elves, who had lived for who knows how long, finally reconciled the feeling they were experiencing with the scene they had occasionally seen. Those who had come to their senses began to loudly warn the people around them. "Watch out for lightning strikes! Lightning strikes!"

"Thunder? Now?"

Legolas just turned lightly, jumped onto the branch of another tree, and shot a sharp arrow. He asked the elf who shouted in surprise.

Although he is the strongest among this group of elves, he is only more than two thousand years old and is an absolute young man among the elves.

And for these two thousand years, the king has always cared for his child and never let him stray too far from Mirkwood.

So in terms of knowledge, Legolas is one of the poor elves.

But fortunately, there are many mature and experienced elves in his patrol team.

"Jump again! Jump to a farther tree!"

Several elves had been so eager to remind Legolas, and he was not as stubborn as the dwarves, so of course he obeyed. And the next moment.
"哐啷~!"

The blue-white light on the ground became brighter and brighter until it finally reached its limit!
Tiny arcs of electricity first leaped across the long strip of land, and then in the blink of an eye, the scattered arcs connected into one piece! The high-energy current penetrated the air, emitting a sharp explosion and the special smell of the air being scorched by high heat.

After that moment, Legolas felt as if he could hear nothing.

All that was left before my eyes was the scene: the orcs in the front row were wiping the black blood that had just splashed on their faces in horror, while the orcs in the back row were still pushing forward frantically.

The originally flat land suddenly had a charred mark, and even the soil and rocks on the ground were blown up, forming a shallow gully.

And what about the wargs that were originally on that road, gnawing on the tree trunks and shaking the trees?

The blood on the faces of the orcs in the front row was the blood that was splashed out of the bodies of the orcs after they were blown in half and then roasted by the high temperature!

The picture in front of my eyes was constantly moving, but there was no sound in my ears, only a buzzing sound that was getting louder and louder.

After about a second, the shrill buzzing sound gradually changed from monotonous to noisy, and finally became a variety of sounds.

Most of the wargs that were blown in half were still alive. They whimpered in their own language, but sticky blood mixed with internal organ fragments flowed out of their mouths uncontrollably.

This was due to their huge muscle mass and body size. The orcs that were originally beside them were directly pierced to pieces by the lightning that hit the ground.

The blood was splashed all at once, staining a large area of ​​the woodland black.

The orcs who came closer were all covered in a layer of goo.

"Xilulu!"

The Qilin's two front hooves left the ground, and it stood up excitedly and shook its head.

Blue arcs of electricity flickered on its white mane, and when it fluffed up, it looked holy and majestic.

The blue-purple lens had horns and began to glow, emitting a fluorescent light that indicated it contained high energy.

Among a group of dirty orcs and wargs, the figure of Qilin is like a holy punisher descending from the sky!
Tall, sacred, and brave.
This is even more true for the person sitting on its back.

"What is that thing, no, that sacred being?"

The Elf Prince of the Woodland Kingdom leaned against the tree trunk with an expression of disbelief, looked in the direction of the Qilin and murmured.

"I don't know. Huh, Your Highness." An elf who happened to be standing on the same tree with Legolas was also looking at the Qilin with his mouth open, but compared to Legolas, he was still breathing heavily.

"But I think it must be the beast of the great Manwe Sullimo. Only the master of the sky and winds of Arda is worthy to be given the power to wield air and wind and form thunder!"

"Who in this world is qualified to sit on the back of this sacred beast?"

Legolas asked next.

And because of the elf's powerful racial talent, he was able to catch his breath in a very short time and return to his normal speaking speed.

"I don't know, Your Highness."

"Perhaps from Valinor? But it seems unlikely. He does not seem to have any of the sacred aura of that blessed land."

The blessed land of Valinor, the holy place where the Valar, the Valir, the Maiar, and even Ilúvatar live.

It was not in some inaccessible alien dimension, but was right there on Arda, across the sea.

The elves can cross the sea and sail away at any time as long as they want to go.

But Valinor is the place where every living being must arrive in their life, sooner or later.

Due to their attachment to their hometown and the ties to worldly things, not many elves would set sail for Valinor early in their life journey.

Instead, they still live and work in Middle-earth.

"Don't just stand there, help me!"

Lan and Flannel both grabbed the unicorn's mane and firmly fixed themselves on the horse's back. The witcher shouted to the elves standing on the tree branches, who were dumbfounded.

And because of the isolation of the magic rune cloth, Qilin can use his power to control thunder to a limited extent.

When the Qilin uses Thunder, it will get excited and its hooves will fly around. Lan En, who has a stable weight, is fine. The fluffy ball was almost floated up by it, but he was lucky enough to hold on to it and didn't fall.

Then, the excited Qilin lowered its head, and aimed its horns, which were so sharp that even the Golden Lion's fists did not dare to confront them head-on, at the remaining wolves.

"Xilulu!"

With a neigh, the Qilin kicked its hooves and rushed forward.

In front of the Kirin Cangjiao, the solid muscles are no different from newspapers. Can the muscles of the wolf be as strong as those of the golden lion?
It seems true that their brains are more useful than those of golden lions.

(End of this chapter)