No one knows where this green arrow comes from and where it is going.

This arrow was like a wisp of wool rolled up by the strong wind blowing on the earth, which was so light that it was unremarkable.

It streaked over the earth that was burned by flames, passed through the surging sea of ​​fire, and finally floated to a height of dozens of meters. It was not that the orcs had no orcs noticed this strange green, but that this green was too harmless.

A strange thing happened.

An orc drove a red dragon and launched countless dives. His target was the human position north of the Sador Bridge. Although the humans ran away, if the crossbows and cannons fixed on the hill were not burned, as long as humans rushed out of the bunker, they could once again kill and kill orc troops that hit the North Bridge.

At this moment, the green blew into the green on the neck of the orc dragon cavalry.

A single arrow roars through.

No more vitality.

The orc stared wide, he had no idea why he died? When did he get attacked?

The blood from the throat pulled out of the flying dragon's high speed and pulled out a long blood line in the sky.

He saw darkness before his eyes and fell from the red dragon's back.

Suddenly losing the controller, the young red dragon seemed at a loss, and it quickly stopped its dragon breath.

Dragon Breath is not a cabbage, and it takes a lot of effort to activate dragon Breath. The continuous breathing just now has already made it unable to breathe. Now that the driver has been done, it is of course happy to liberate itself.

He shouted happily and immediately flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Before receiving the order from ‘that’, it longs to breathe free air, and this thought allows it to quickly leave the battlefield and fly away from where it has gone.

The orc's unlucky encounter attracted the attention of the orcs orcs of the Dragon Throat clan. They widened their eyes as big as copper bells, turned their eyes at high speed, searching for the attack from the ground.

This is not a separate case.

Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.

No one knows where they come from, only knows that one orc after another was shot to death by an arrow.

"Where!? Where is it?"

"Who sees the enemy?"

"I didn't see it!"

"Ah! Nazuzu died, and Barto died too!"

The dragon roared orcs were in a panic, and the expected destruction did not appear, and few humans were killed, but they only burned a lot of large-scale weapons that they seemed to be worthless.

What's going on?

The orcs began to fear that they saw the green, and even pulled up the reins of the red dragon when they saw the green, allowing the red dragon to climb up at high speed.

Useless.

Those green arrows were like ghosts, and they could make various cooperations.

For example, an orc saw an arrow flying on the left. When he was panicked to avoid the arrow, he shot silently from the right behind his visual blind spot, and learned about his life.

When the 20th orc dragon cavalry was killed, no orcs dared to control the red dragon within a height of 100 meters on the ground.

At this time, they suddenly discovered that the flames on the earth had gone out.

It’s not that the flames are burnt, but that the flames are extinguished.

The cold breath spread rapidly on the ground, and the rolling white mist covered every flapping flame, extinguishing it in the cold.

As the cold air covered the earth, a large number of slender green figures began to appear and loom in the ice fog on the earth.

A ranger of the High Elves!?

Zulushid was extremely surprised!

How could the precious magicians use large-scale war magic to cover these elves?

I have to say that this is a genius idea.

No longer restricted by the cover with limited range and narrow vision, the elves' arrow range suddenly increased significantly.

This time, five orc dragon cavalry were shot and killed at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.

"This is impossible!" Zulushid screamed in dismay.

This has completely transcended the concept of bows and arrows and does not conform to all so-called common sense.

It is not easy to shoot a dragon that is doing various maneuvering actions at a height of 150 meters, not to mention the orc cavalry that cannot be seen from the ground with a slender longbow!

What a horrible and mysterious shooting technique this is!

It is completely unimaginable what kind of existence is that shot such an arrow.

What emerged in Zulushid's mind were projection monsters stronger than ogres. If he knew that the real archer was just two seemingly delicate blonde elf girls, I really don't know how he would feel.

In any case, there is no red dragon cavalry now that it feels close to the ground. The lowest-altitude red dragon is 300 meters high from the ground.

Zulushid cursed angrily, staring at the tribal transport ship that was about to enter the bottom of the Sador Bridge, gritting his teeth: "Okay, at least I escorted the transport ship over and completed the mission of the Great Chief..."

It seemed to be the greatest mockery of Zulushid and his Dragon Throat Clan cavalry. At this moment, a pair of humans who were not afraid of death rushed out of the bunker and rushed towards a catapult placed on the edge of the cliff. It seemed that they were preparing to operate the catapult to cut off the transport ship in the strait.

Zulushid's lungs were almost pissed off: "Diver! Use dragon breath to burn those guys to ashes!"

"But...what is the elf's ranger?" Every surviving dragon roar orc cavalry was still scared, and that emerald green had become an indelible shadow in their hearts.

"Come here!" Zulushid cast a spell at one of the dragoons closest to him.

Suddenly the guy felt a small tornado surrounding him and the guy was overjoyed.

[Wind Shield] A shaman's protective magic, a wind shield made with the power of nature, can well withstand the shooting of various arrows.

The next moment the guy rushed over, not only him, but also several dragon cavalrymen who also blessed the [Wind Shield] to drive the red dragon and launched a dive bombing towards the humans.

A distance of three hundred meters is just two breaths for the Red Dragon.

The green flying arrows came just right as if the god of death who had made an appointment to come to the door.

As always, he aimed at the key points, but was stopped the moment before the orc cavalry was about to die. It seemed that he would break through the weak wind at any time, but the green arrow could not get in after several efforts.

This time, the green god of death sighed helplessly.

"No!" Sylvanas exclaimed.

Just now, she proudly used the Word of Wind to assure the crossbowmen of the Rapidsburg for their safety.

"Under my magical arrow, no dragoon can hurt you."

She said so, but now the other party's shamanic magic ruthlessly broke her pride.

Sylvanas was almost crying.

At this moment, a white light appeared... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!