In the next moment, Sylvanas suddenly appeared behind Duke on horseback. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It looks like the two of them are riding on the same horse, and they are very close. In fact, Queen Xi didn't put the weight on the horse's back at all, and she didn't feel a trace of weight at all.

She pressed her hands lightly on Duke's shoulders and leaned in from behind Duke's right. The smell of some kind of wonderful natural fragrance gently brushed Duke's ears and made Duke's heart tickle.

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

That's the touch of red lips.

Unlike Aurelia's last soft kiss that seemed to kiss a child, this kiss feels like something between intimacy and warning, between 'kissing' and 'biting', there is both a little reward and a faint warning.

"Yo, my sister's favorite guy is a reward for your advance. But if you dare not keep your promise, I will bite you off in the same place. After the chick pecked at the lightning kiss, a warning from Queen Xi came from the language of the wind.

Duke touched the right side of his cheek, crying and laughing.

Is this a warning? or a reward?

Anyway, Duke was molested again.

Sylvanas's green figure flickered and disappeared without a trace, ridiculously fast, and the graceful figure was equally dazzling.

Over there, Gavinrad chuckled unkindly.

"Hey, you guard is failing!" Duke grumbled.

"If you give the order to define Lady Aurelia or Miss Sylvanas as an enemy, my hammer will not hesitate to smash it on that beautiful face. Gavinrad had a wicked look of teasing on his face.

The subtext is, Duke, do you dare?

Duke wouldn't do that even if he had a brain pump. It would be perfect if we could change history and save Queen Xi from being the cold undead queen but a hot and living Sylvanas.

Thinking of King Lane, who was still alive and kicking now, Duke suddenly had confidence.

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

Duke suddenly felt a little melancholy.

At this time, Gavinrad muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, my lord, you didn't cover the fourth child, otherwise you would have become everyone's public enemy." ”

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

"Oh, it's fine. ”

The temptation of the tribe came the next day.

It was a twilight raid.

Nearly thirty transport ships burst out of the sea almost as night fell.

It is true that the current tribe lacks warships, and the clever orcs solve the problem of lack of sea dominance in an alternative way. That's speed!

It's so fast and unreasonable! It's so fast!

This is not the latest iron lump to be made, but an earlier batch made of pure wood. Lighter and faster.

The hull was ridiculously low, there were no masts, no towers, and no decks could be seen from the outside of the entire ship. The outcropping was almost covered with defensive carapaces, and orc laborers covered the roof of the ship with a large number of huge shells for defensive purposes.

What is that orc fast transport ship powered by?

The answer is slurry!

Powered by hand, without any additives and preservatives, oh wrong, without any high-end sailing technology.

There was not even a rudder, and it was entirely dependent on paddling to change course.

When the whole boat looks like a ...... gliding on the water, the whole boat looks like a Cockroach!

The voyage of the orcs is so simple and violent.

What should I do if the big wave overturns the ship? What should I do if the level is not enough to spin around at sea?

Sink and sink!

Orcs who can't come in handy don't have the right to live. The orc's philosophy of life is like this!

When twenty-seven of the thirty transports broke free from the patrol fleet and rushed from the sea, a violent commotion rang out over Tobalad.

It wasn't until the boats broke the waves, completely ignoring the possibility of recycling, and washed up to the beach with the tide that the first senseless cannon roar sounded on Tobarad.

The sky was darkening at high speed.

From a distance, most of the boats had landed, and I saw many black figures gathered together, stepping onto the beach full of stones. There was no formation, and the charge towards the hilly was completely scattered.

Even on the hills, Aurelia could see these creatures with red eyes and green skin, tall in size, without armor, and with heavy weapons that were definitely large, running towards the place at a high speed.

They wielded crude weapons, axes, hammers, machetes, and spears, many of which lacked the glow of metal.

And there are a lot of them.

It's really hard to imagine how more than fifty people can be cram into a small transport ship that looks like it can only hold twenty people.

Twenty-two boats, more than a thousand death squads. Night Raid!

This is not a small pressure on the human regular army.

The exception is the High Elf Ranger.

There is no need to even observe the direction of the wind, the windrunner is originally a child of the wind, Aurelia raised her emerald green longbow, put three green arrows on her slender fingers, and said a series of parameters without pause in her mouth: "Wind southwest, wind 2, elevation angle 3!"

Beside Aurelia, Lilath*Windranger, who had been relatively silent, shouted uncharacteristically.

"Wind southwest, wind 2, elevation 3!"

Behind the two Windranger sisters, five hundred elite rangers silently followed and raised their longbows.

If it is a human archer unit, it may also need a marksman to lead the shot, and everyone shoots in that direction, at least the landing point will not be too outrageous.

Human archer troops, play with covered shooting. Rely on the number and the density of arrows to kill the area.

Where's the High Elf Ranger troops? Sorry! All of them are snipers!

Aurelia stood in the wind, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, her green cloak raised, and she was a heroic female archer.

"Triple shot!" Aurelia snapped.

In the hands of these elite rangers, who were holding two or three arrows at the same time, the bowstring was finally released, and more than 1,200 arrows rushed into the sky.

At the same moment, there is also a look like goods specially arranged by Duke.

A trebuchet threw out all the so-called arrows without arrows and feathers. What Duke wanted was this overwhelming sense of shooting, for the orcs in those observation ships.

The real deadly is Aurelia's rangers.

Bows and arrows are hardly fatal to strong orcs, and this law, which has been proven countless times, clearly only applies to human troops.

For the High Elves who are born with a divine shooter and also have dark vision and farsighted eyes. The orcs' exposed throats and skulls were oversized targets.

In the second round of the three consecutive shots, in fact, the orcs who attacked the beach had been completely wiped out. (To be continued.) )