Infinite Heroes Seat

"How is this possible?!!!" On the battlefield of the Hinterland, the same words echoed in the hearts of both sides, except that one side was surprised and surprised, while the other side was unable to accept the Sistiri's fury mixed with it. The handsome and upright elf knights, holding swords and shields, stepping on various auras under their feet, stood still like a reef in the sea, and coordinated with the dwarven comrades around them to beat the attacks of the orcs again and again. Increase defense, increase attack, and rebound damage. Under the power of magic, these elven knights are like a battlefield of thorns, dragging all the orcs into the mire, not only failing to do anything, but making themselves scarred. "!" Behind the elf knights, the firepower of the wizards and farstriders poured down, the huge fireball mixed with arrows rain was like a plow, and they began to harvest the lives of the orcs in front of them. , Was actually blown up into a few paragraphs, clearing a large blank. "Enthusiasm!" As the adjutant shouted, thousands of elf knights suddenly took a step forward. From behind the shield, they raised their swords, and the next moment white light suddenly rose. Puff! Puff! There was a sound of swords piercing into the flesh, and among the countless snow-white sword shadows, the beasts still resisting were chopped to the ground one after another, all covered with sword marks, and there was a last ray of confusion and terror in their eyes. The battlefield suddenly became quiet. In a short period of time, the orcs at the forefront of the battlefield were slaughtered. The empty area composed of blood and corpses. For a while, the bloodthirsty orcs were stunned, forgetting to charge. Whether it is an orc, or a human and a dwarf. No one had thought that the elves, who had always been known for magic, still had such an elite warrior. Riding on the horse, Turalyon looked at the majestic elf knights, and suddenly clenched his fists in annoyance. If he could communicate with Lord Lothar again, I am afraid the war with the orcs would have ended long ago! And by his side. Uther was also full of emotions, and whispered to Turalyon: "It seems that our evaluation of our elven allies needs to be revised. The elves seem to have more than mages and rangers. These knights are probably no better than ours. The Silver Hand is inferior!" Turalyon nodded silently, and then looked at the unspoken who was still standing with Brox Saurfang. There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and he suddenly tightened his rein. "Okay, the chat ends here. It's time for us to play, let these orcs see and see how powerful the Silver Hand is!" There are also some hearsays about the grievances between the young Paladin and a certain prince, Uther sees The state was not annoyed, but rather eager to try, the holy light on his body also bloomed like the sun, even though it was all an ally. But as a fighter, how can you be willing to be compared to others? The horses neighed, and the next moment the Silver Hand and the human knights were like a white wave. Killed directly from the right wing and plunged straight into the center of the orc battle formation. Seeing that posture, it was actually to cut off the orc as a whole. At the same time, Kurdran flying in the air also raised the hammer in his hand and shouted at the Griffin Riders behind him. "Warriors of the Wildhammer tribe, do you want to watch your comrades fighting alone now? Raise your hammer. Come with me!" The eagle crowed in the sky, amidst fierce winds, the Griffin They whizzed down, constantly grabbing orc soldiers, tearing them apart or throwing them down, splashing showers of blood. The battle situation suddenly became chaotic. Ten thousand to thirty thousand, the tribe, which has always been strong and strong, gradually showed signs of collapse when the number was absolutely dominant. Their pioneers were unable to break through the defenses between the elven knights and the dwarves. The wizards and rangers of the elven tribe vented their firepower indiscriminately against them. The Knights of the Silver Hand were more like a blunt knife for cutting meat, shattering their formation. And the Griffins who swoop down from time to time make them even more troublesome. The orcs just charge numbly now, then are blocked, and finally die under the fireball of the elves, the rain of arrows, or the lance of the Silver Hand, or if they had not drunk the blood of the devil and inherited the crazy fight*, I am afraid that the whole battle is about to collapse, but even so, if there is no chance of reversal, the collapse will happen sooner or later, after all, the orcs are not afraid of death now, not thinking about dying. With his waist twisted, the blue-violet giant sword drew a wonderful arc, slashing from the side to the burly orc's giant axe, and slapped the latter directly out. Mo Wen, who has been watching the battle, smiled suddenly, and said to Brocks Saurfang in front of him: "Aren't you in a hurry? If this continues, your army will be wiped out!" Brocks A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but then he said fiercely: "The battle is not over, it is not necessarily who wins and loses!" And listening to Blox's words, Mo Wen's heart was frozen, as expected-those The guy should still be here. The battle continues, and the alliance’s victories are becoming more and more obvious. It takes only half a day to completely wipe out the orcs, but the commanders of the tribe don’t know what they are thinking, and when the battle reaches this point, there is nothing. Signs to retreat. "--Chong!" He rushed back and forth in the orc battle formation. The armor was full of blood, and the sword in his hand was also full of gaps, but Turalyon didn't care and turned his horse's head excitedly. He would once again lead the Knights to rush towards the orcs. But at this moment, the sudden change occurred, and the horses under him suddenly stood up uncontrollably, almost throwing him off the horse directly, and not only him, but all the horses of the knights behind him were at the same time. Lost control. "What's the matter?" Turalyon asked with a puzzled look at Uther who was beside him after spending a lot of effort to calm his horse. The latter shook his head and looked towards the sky, where the Griffins also began to rage inexplicably. Although unlike their war horses, they refused to take any further steps, but they kept flying around. The formation was tightened, and he was on alert as if he was facing an enemy. "I hope it's not like I thought, otherwise we will be in big trouble this time!" Uther murmured, and Uther's face was terribly gloomy at this time. Then everyone felt the huge pressure like a tsunami. In the sky far away from the battlefield, dozens of small black dots suddenly appeared, and then they kept getting bigger in just a few breaths, revealing its hideous appearance. A huge body like a small hill, red scales glowing with cold light, and wings spread out like clouds. Behind the orcs, dozens of red dragons roared and sat on their backs. A green-skinned orc. "Damn, what the **** is going on, how could the dragon help the orcs!" There was a panic among the Alliance army, and almost all the commanders scolded secretly. You must know that even the arrogant elves know this. The dragons are powerful, if it weren't for their relative scarcity, no race in this world would be their opponent, even the high elves who were always proud and arrogant would have to admit this. "Is it finally here?" Looking at the approaching dragons, Mo Wen's expression also began to become slightly solemn, but he moved away from Brocks. "This prince still has something to do, so I don't deserve you to play!" But Brocks was willing to let him go. With a wave of the giant axe in his hand, he rushed towards Mo Wen again and roared loudly. "Don't even want to go, leave it to me!" But facing the oncoming giant axe, Mo Wen smiled lightly, a white light lit up in his hand, and then he slapped the ground violently. The next moment, in a white light, a black giant snake over ten meters long and a golden phoenix covered in flames stopped in front of Brocks, abruptly blocking its way. "Asshole!" Blocked by the two giant beasts, Brocks could only watch Mo Wen shrug his shoulders at it, and then a flicker disappeared in place. Unwilling, angry, and suffocating the fire, the orc could only vent his anger on the two giant beasts in front of him. When the giant axe in his hand moved, he roared and charged up. The mountain shook suddenly, the body of the giant snake kept rolling, the sharp fangs shone with cold light, and the phoenix kept crying~www.readwn.com~ The billowing flames brought up bursts of thick smoke, and Among them, the strong orc kept jumping and moving, wielding a giant axe like a civet. ------On the other side, he was temporarily free from Saurfang's entanglement. When Mo Wen appeared again, the man had been suspended above the Alliance army. He took a deep breath and looked at the dragons close at hand. He sighed slightly, "Twenty-one third-rate and nine second-rate? This Red Dragon Legion is really big, but it's not difficult. Deal!" Mo Wen's hands snapped together with a low voice. "The Eight Desolation Profound Fire Array!" The next moment, black clouds gathered, the sky and the earth changed, and a huge red magic array appeared in the sky. The flames rolled, the fierce spirits howled anger, and the bright red fire dragons rolled wantonly in the clouds, and the entire battlefield was reflected in blood like the doomsday. The entire battlefield suddenly became quiet. Whether it was the tribe or the alliance, they stopped the battle in their hands and raised their heads in unison to look at this wonder. Under the black sea of ​​clouds covering the sky, crimson flames kept tossing, and strange snake-shaped creatures shuttled back and forth in the fire cloud. Below them, the huge red dragon flapped its wings, and the griffins crowed nervously. Except for one or two rays of sunlight leaking from the clouds, the entire world was covered in black and red. The scene was like an epic myth. The battlefield is general. Manipulating the huge magic circle, Mo Wen was suspended in the air, with long golden hair standing without wind, his eyes looked at the Red Dragon Legion in front of him, and he asked indifferently. "Dragons, why are you here?" (to be continued) ps: Thank you for the monthly pass, the stone on the Frozen Throne, and the world for your love-driven rewards.