The next moment, Sylvanas suddenly appeared behind Duke riding on the horse.

It looked like two people were riding on the same horse, extremely close. In fact, Queen Xi didn't put the weight on the horse's back at all, and she couldn't feel any weight at all.

She gently pressed Duke's shoulders with her hands and came up from Duke's right back. She had some wonderful natural fragrance and gently brushed through Duke's ears, making Duke's heart itchy.

Then, Duke suddenly found a strange touch coming from his right cheek.

That's the touch of red lips.

Unlike the soft kiss Aurelia had last time that seemed to kiss a child, this kiss felt between intimacy and warning. Between "kissing" and "biting", there was a slight reward nature and a faint warning.

"Oh, my sister likes a great guy, this is a reward for you. But if you dare not fulfill your promise, I will bite you a piece of meat in the same place." After a lightning kiss like a chicken pecking at rice, Queen Xi's warning came from the wind.

Duke touched his right face, laughing and crying.

Is this a warning? Or a reward?

Anyway, Duke was once again beaten.

Sylvanas's green figure flashed and disappeared without a trace, extremely fast, and his graceful figure was also dazzling.

Over there, Gavinlad chuckled unkindly.

"Hey! You are a guard who fails!" Duke complained.

"As long as you give me your order, define Ms. Aurelia or Ms. Sylvanas as your enemy, my warhammer will definitely hit that beautiful face without hesitation." Gavinlad's face felt a bad teasing feeling.

The subtext is, Duke, do you dare?

Duke would not do this even if he had a brain twitch. That was Queen Xi! If he could change history and save Queen Xi, he would no longer be the undead queen with a cold body, but a warm and life-loving Sylvanas, that would be perfect.

Thinking of King Ryan who is still alive, Duke suddenly gained confidence.

But, can Sylvanas such a still be called Queen of Sylvania?

Duke suddenly felt a little sad.

At this time, Gavinlad murmured in a low voice: "Fortunately, you didn't have the fourth brother, otherwise you will become your public enemy."

"What?" Duke was stunned for a moment, not paying attention.

"Oh, it's okay."

The tribe's temptation arrived the next day.

It was a raid at dusk.

Nearly thirty transport ships rushed out of sea level almost as night fell.

The tribes today do lack warships, and smart orcs solve the problem of no sea control in an alternative way. That is speed!

It’s so fast that it’s unreasonable! It’s so fast that it’s so crazy!

This is not the latest iron lump, but an earlier batch of pure wood. It is lighter and faster.

The hull was ridiculously low, without a mast or a boat building, and there was no deck outside the entire ship. The exposed part of the sea was almost covered by defensive shells, and the orcs covered a large number of huge shells on the top of the ship for defense.

What is the power of the orc's rapid transport ship?

The answer is slurry removal!

Pure manual power, does not contain any additives and preservatives, oh, wrong, does not contain any high-end navigation technology.

There is not even a rudder, and it is entirely a paddle to change course.

When the whole boat looks from a high altitude, you will find that it looks like a cockroach sliding on the water!

The orcs' sailing is so simple and violent.

What should I do if the big waves overturn the ship? What should I do if I don’t have enough skills to circulate on the sea?

Cool! Just sink!

Orcs who cannot be used have no right to survive. Orcs’ philosophy of life is like this bird!

When twenty-seven of the thirty transport ships escaped the pursuit of the patrol fleet and rushed over from the sea level, a violent commotion rang out on Tobarard.

It was not until these ships broke through the waves, completely ignoring the possibility of recycling and reuse, and rushed to the beach along the tides, that the first meaningless roar of cannons sounded on Tobarard Island.

The sky was dimming at high speed.

Looking from a distance, most of the boats landed, and many black figures gathered together and stepped onto a beach full of stones. There was no line-up, and they launched a charge towards the hills in a completely scattered manner.

Even on the hills, Aurelia could see these creatures with red eyes and green skin, tall figures, no armor, and heavy weapons that could definitely be called large people, running quickly here.

They waved rough weapons, axes, hammers, machetes, and spears, and many of them did not have the light of metal.

And they are a lot of people.

It is really hard to imagine how more than fifty people were stuffed into small transport ships that looked like they could only hold twenty people.

Twenty-two ships, over a thousand suicide squads. At night!

This is a considerable pressure on the regular human army.

The exception is to the High Elves Ranger.

Even if you don’t need to observe the wind direction, the wind walker is the children of the wind. Aurelia raised her emerald green longbow, and three long green arrows were placed on her slender fingers. She said a series of parameters without stopping in her mouth: "The wind is southwest, wind power is 2, elevation angle 3!"

Beside Aurelia, Lilas Wind Walker, who had been silent, shouted abnormally.

“The wind is southwest, wind power is 2, elevation angle 3!”

Behind the two sisters of Wind Walker, a total of five hundred elite rangers followed him silently and raised his longbow.

If it was a human archer unit, a sharpshooter might be needed to lead the shooting. Everyone shoots in that direction, at least the landing point will not be too outrageous.

The human archer troops play cover shooting. They rely on the number and arrow density to perform regional killing.

Where is the High Elf Rangers? Sorry! They are all snipers!

Aurelia's agile figure stood in the wind, the breeze blew her golden hair and raised her green cloak, and she was completely a heroic female arrow god.

"Three consecutive shots!" Aurelia shouted softly.

In the hands of these elite rangers who had two or three arrows at the same time, the bowstring finally released, and more than one thousand two hundred arrows rushed into the sky.

The same moment ejaculated, there was also the appearance of Duke arranged by him.

The so-called arrows thrown out by a trencher were all so-called arrows without arrow feathers. What Duke wanted was this overwhelming sense of shooting, which was for the orcs in the observation ship.

The real fatal one is Aurelia's Rangers.

It is difficult for bows and arrows to deal fatal blows to strong orcs. This 'law' that has been verified countless times is obviously only applicable to human forces.

For high elves who are born with sharpshooters, dark vision and far-sighted eyes, the throats and heads of orcs exposed to the outside are simply oversized targets.
Chapter completed!