Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076 1058. Curbing the Darkness

A thunderous chasm drove the wargs so hard that they no longer dared to pounce forward.

The elves on the trees regained their footing, and the intensity of their arrow rain increased again.

And Qilin's thunder obviously did not make it feel exhausted.

　　At first it fought with the Golden Lion for a long time before losing strength after the last big discharge. Now it is just a ground discharge.

Qilin stood up again, neighing excitedly.

At the feet of the orcs, a burst of blue-white light began to shine again.

“Clang!”

The thunder that fell from the sky exploded into a large piece of roasted flesh and hot earth.

The soil was even baked into glassy pieces by the Qilin's thunder.

“Behind, behind.”

Lan En listened calmly to all the movements around him, and gently patted Qilin's neck and spoke to it.

The ancient dragons of the New World immediately had two hind hooves.

The warg who had the courage to come up and bite the unicorn's hind leg immediately collapsed without saying a word.

On the face with the huge mouth, the upper jaw had been completely kicked off, leaving only the skin and flesh hanging on the still intact lower jaw.

And looking at the way it fell to the ground so simply, it is estimated that Qilin's kick just now may have pushed the broken bones on its face directly into the skull and brain.

After a short period of time, the elves succeeded in wiping out more than 300 orcs with arrows until less than 100 were left.

The orcs looked crazy and longed for blood and violence, but what they longed for was the blood and flesh of others, but they did not want to see their own blood flowing out.

At this time, many orcs were already running away with strange screams.

The wolves are a bit wiser than the orcs.

After roaring at each other in the warg language a few times, there were less than five of them left, and they immediately escaped before the orcs were defeated.

After a noisy and messy battle, the originally quiet and natural grove was covered with a layer of orc corpses, and the dirty black blood flowed out thickly, mixed with the trampled soil and humus.

Seven or eight large trees had their trunks chewed off by the wave of attacks by the wargs, and lay crookedly on the branches of the remaining trees, with large pieces of wood and sawdust scattered.

The elves have not experienced such an abrupt and intense battle for a long time.

They all stood on the branches of the branches, each of them paused for a long time, and then quickly recovered.

Thanks to their generally high and terrifying basic quality, they naturally make the right moves in battle. Otherwise, with this mental state, it is difficult to say whether there will be attrition.

But it can also be seen that they are only slightly uncomfortable.

　　With no psychological preparation, I was attacked by the orcs and fought a passive encounter.

If they are prepared in advance, their long experience and experience are enough for them to maintain normal performance.

Lan En was riding a unicorn, his tall figure walking easily on the edge of the battlefield as if nothing had happened.

The elves stood on the branches of the tree, looking at the sacred beast not far away, and the people above briefly waved to them, and then ran without looking back.

“Where is he going? To hunt down those orcs?”

An elf looked at the leaving figure and murmured.

“No.” Legolas frowned and jumped down from the tree as lightly as a fallen leaf. "Remember what he said before? He is going to Changhu Town, and these orcs are running into the Dark Forest, not in the same direction."

The Elf Prince's leather boots carefully stepped on the messy forest floor. Every time the boots hit the ground, they would make a sticky sound as they stepped on the sticky soil.

This is soil soaked in the dirty blood of orcs.

"As I said." Tauriel followed Legolas from behind, his face heavy. "They are getting bolder and more powerful."

“Darkness is spreading!”

Legolas seemed to be affected by her words, frowning and looking around.

　　Orcs have indeed appeared in groups in the Woodland Kingdom.

“I agree with you, Tauriel. At least a little bit.”

Legolas sighed and stretched his palms behind his shoulders.

There were two daggers tied to the quiver on the back.

The short sword is as always, reflecting the elegant aesthetics of the elves in the smallest details.

Use some kind of bone or teeth as a smooth and yellowish handle. The blade has a smooth arc and is forged with exquisite patterns.

Without even turning his head, Legolas reached out and pulled out the dagger, then moved it to his side.

While he was doing this, a howl suddenly came from the orc corpse at his feet.

“Ouch!”

That was an orc with jagged teeth that was so sharp that he could not open his mouth from ear to ear. He just screamed and stretched out his hand after pretending to be dead in a sneak attack.

The hand that was holding the knife was accurately pierced by the elf dagger, and then turned around to create a large gash.

Suddenly, the orc couldn't bear the pain. He dropped the knife in his hand and knelt down, wailing.

Legolas shook off the black blood on the short knife in his hand: "They are indeed too courageous."

Putting the dagger back behind his back, Legolas called to an elf.

"Don't kill him yet, leave it for questioning. My father might be a little interested in his information." "Tauriel, it's time for us to return as a team."

After saying that, Legolas was ready to walk into the Mirkwood.

But after two steps, he turned back in surprise because he didn't hear Tauriel's footsteps.

The female elf stood still and did not move. She just looked in the direction of the dark forest with a heavy and disappointed look.

“Even after asking questions and getting information, nothing will change, Legolas. And you clearly know that this is a pawn.”

“Then what do you want to do?” The elf prince frowned and looked at his guard captain.

“Even if we don't care about those giant spiders, at least we must know what the orcs are here to do! And stop them!”

Tauriel looked at the orc corpses on the ground with disgust.

Dwarves and orcs are feuding, but the feud between elves and orcs can even extend before the first era!

That is a hatred that is older than the moon and sun hanging in the sky today!

“It must be not easy for them to spend so much energy chasing down a small group of dwarves. No matter what, I can't ignore it!”

"The dwarves are going to Changhu Town, so I will go and see if these orcs really chased them so far and wanted to kill them, and why they wanted to kill them."

“If you don't know what the enemy wants to do, then the Woodland Kingdom is not safe at all!”

"And even if we did learn something from this little pawn, would your father, my king, the great Thranduil, take action, Legolas?"

Tauriel raised the bow in his hand to signal.

“We must stop them with action! Otherwise, every time the darkness succeeds, their power will become stronger, and they will eventually reach the point where there is no cure!”

“Or are we saying that as long as we live a peaceful life behind closed doors, the forces of darkness will think we understand and spare us?”

"I'm going to Changhu Town to check it out. As for whether you want to fight evil, that's your business."

Tauriel said in a tone that he did not want to discuss further and make a decision.

At the same time, he turned around and left.

Legolas pursed his lips and tucked the braid hanging down from his cheek back behind his pointed ears.

He looked at Tauriel's back. They were very good friends and had fought side by side for hundreds of years.

And fighting evil is not only the stories Legolas has heard since he was a child, the education he has received, it is even the nature of the elves.

They are the firstborn children of Ilúvatar. They naturally love true, good and beautiful things, and hate evil.

“Garyon, you will lead the team from now on, take this tongue back and hand it over to my father.”

“Your Highness?!”

The elf behind Legolas screamed.

But at this time, the Elf Prince had made up his mind. He followed Tauriel's steps towards the north, stepping on the elves' light and magical steps.

Changhu Town, as you can tell from its name, is a town located on a long and narrow lake.

But unlike ordinary waterside settlements, it is built directly in the middle of the lake.

It was a huge rock in the lake, on which the town was built, and then there was a wooden bridge several hundred meters long, connecting the shore to Changhu Town.

The wooden bridge is composed of a series of floating boats and wooden planks, which is not reliable.

But because the residents of Changhu Town use boats to move more than walk on the road, people don't pay much attention to this wooden bridge.

“This town doesn't look big.”

Lan En was sitting on Qilin, looking at the distant towns on the shore of the lake.

　　When the witcher was a guest at Old Tom's house, it happened to be the season from summer to autumn. After a lot of time, there was already a lot of chill in the morning.

In addition, a large part of the water in this lake is melted from snow and ice water in the mountains not far to the north.

On Chang Lake in the morning, small pieces of floating ice began to float on the water at this time, and a thick layer of dense cold fog floated above the lake.

“But it looks messy!”

Flannel Ball stood on Qilin's head, with his paws making a tent in front of his eyes and looking at Changhu Town.

The golden sunlight shines down from the horizon and shines on the gray-black wooden roofs of Changhu Town.

The population will continue to increase, but the base of the town, the huge rock in the lake, will not increase.

Not to mention that the Lonely Mountain not far away was captured by the evil dragon Smaug, and Riverdale City not far from the Lonely Mountain was also destroyed along the way. At that time, a considerable number of people in River Valley City fled to Changhu Town.

As a result, the houses in this town became more and more crowded and strange.

You hold the corners of each house, and I hold the eaves. It's like they are growing, rising step by step.

People rely on boats to make a living in the narrow rivers left in the towns.

“It's hard to find someone now, meow.”

Lanbu Ball scratched his beard and said.

It knows about the extraordinary senses of witchers, but there is no need to think about this kind of town. The smell must be complex and strong enough. Even witchers should have a hard time finding dwarves here.

Lan En shook his head, pressed his head and pushed the kitten back onto the saddle.

“As long as the town is not big, we can always find it. But now we have to notify the town's defense forces first.”

“The orcs have been chasing them all the way from Rivendell to the Lonely Mountain. I don't believe they will stop here.”

“And this is no longer an uninhabited wilderness.”

(End of this chapter)

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