No one knows where this green arrow came from or where it is going. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The arrow was like a wisp of ruin rolled up by a strong wind blowing the earth, and it was so light that it was unspeakably light.

It streaked over the blackened earth, through a monstrous sea of fire, and finally floated to a height of several tens of meters. It's not that no orc dragoons noticed this strange green, it's just that this green is too harmless to humans and animals.

But something strange happened.

An orc harnessed the red dragon and launched a dive that had been carried out countless times, and his target was the human position north of the Sador Bridge, although the humans ran out, but if the ballistas and cannons fixed on the hill were not burned, the humans could rush out of the bunker and once again inflict heavy casualties on the orc army that attacked the north bridge.

At this moment, the green fused with the green around the neck of the orc dragoon.

Roar with one arrow.

No more life.

The orc's eyes widened, he didn't understand at all, why did he die, when was he attacked?

The blood rushing out of his throat was pulled out in the sky by the speed of the wyvern.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he fell from the back of the red dragon.

Suddenly losing its control, the young red dragon looked confused, and it quickly stopped its dragon breath.

The dragon's breath is not a cabbage, and it takes a lot of strength for the dragon to launch the dragon's breath, and the continuous breath just now has already made it breathless, and now that the driver has been killed, of course it is happy to liberate itself.

With a cheerful roar, he immediately flapped his wings and flew into the air.

It longed to breathe the air of freedom before receiving the order from 'that', and this thought quickly left the battlefield and flew nowhere.

The orc's misfortune attracted the attention of the Orc Dragoons of the Dragonthroat Clan. Their eyes widened the size of brass bells, and they rolled their eyeballs at high speed, searching for the attack from the ground.

This is not an isolated case.

Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.

No one knows where they came from, only that one orc after another was killed by an arrow.

"Where!?

"Who sees the enemy?"

"I didn't see it!"

"Ahh

The dragonroar orcs panicked, and the expected destruction did not appear, and they did not kill a few humans, but only burned a large number of large ordnance that they seemed worthless.

What's going on?

The orcs began to fear the sight of the green, and even pulled the reins of the red dragon at the sight of green, allowing the red dragon to climb at high speed.

Useless.

Those green arrows are like ghosts, and they will make all kinds of combinations.

For example, an orc sees an arrow flying on his left, and when he panics to dodge the arrow, he silently shoots an arrow from the right rear of his blind spot, and understands his life.

When the twentieth orc dragoon was killed, no orc dared to control the red dragon within a hundred meters of the ground.

Then they suddenly found that the flames of the earth had been extinguished.

It's not that the flame can't be burned, it's that the flame is extinguished.

The icy aura spread rapidly across the earth, and the billowing white mist covered every fluttering fire, extinguishing it in the cold.

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

High Elf Ranger!?

Zuluhid was amazed!

Actually let the precious mage cover these elves with large-scale war magic?

It has to be said that this is a genius idea.

No longer confined to the cover with limited range and narrow horizon, the range of the elves' arrows has suddenly been greatly improved.

This time, five orc dragoons were shot at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.

"This can't be!" exclaimed Zulushid.

This has completely surpassed the concept of the bow and arrow, and does not conform to all so-called common sense.

With a slender longbow, it is not easy to shoot a dragon that is doing all kinds of evasive maneuvers at an altitude of 150 meters, let alone sitting on top of the dragon, and there is no human orc cavalry on the ground!

What a terrifying and mysterious archery this is!

It is completely impossible to imagine what kind of existence is the one who shoots such an arrow.

Zuluhid's mind was filled with projectile monsters that were stronger than ogres. If he knew that the real shooters were just two delicate-looking blonde elves, I don't know how he would feel.

Either way, none of the red dragoons felt close to the ground now. The lowest red dragon was three hundred meters above the ground.

Zuluhid cursed resentfully, he stared at the Tribal transport, which was already about to enter the bottom of the Sador Bridge, and gritted his teeth: "Well, at least I escorted the transports over and completed the task of the Great Chief......"

It was as if to make the greatest mockery of Zuluhid and his Dragonthroat clan cavalry. At this moment, a pair of humans who were not afraid of death rushed out of the bunker and ran to an intact catapult placed on the edge of the cliff, as if they were preparing to operate the catapult to destroy the transport ship in the strait.

Zulushid's lungs were about to explode: "Dive! Burn those guys to ashes with dragon breath!"

"But...... What about the elven rangers?" every surviving dragonroar orc cavalry felt a lingering shadow over them.

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

Suddenly the guy felt a small tornado swirling around him, and the guy was overjoyed.

Wind Shield: A shaman's protective magic, a wind shield made of the power of nature, which can resist all kinds of arrows.

The next moment, the guy rushed over, not only him, but also several dragoons who were also blessed with [Wind Shield] drove the red dragon and launched a dive bombardment towards those humans.

A distance of three hundred meters is a matter of two breaths for the red dragon.

The green arrow seems to be the Grim Reaper who has made an appointment to come to the door, and it is just right to arrive.

As always, it aimed at the vital point, but it was stopped a moment before it was about to kill the orc cavalry, and it seemed that it would break through the weak wind at any time, and the green arrow could not penetrate after several efforts to spin.

This time, the green Grim Reaper let out a helpless sigh.

"No!" Sylvanas exclaimed.

Just now, she proudly assured the Ballistae of Riptide Castle in the language of the wind that they were safe.

"No dragoon can hurt you under my arrows. ”

That's what she said, but now the other's shamanic magic ruthlessly shattered her pride.

Sylvanas was on the verge of crying.

At this moment, a flash of white light appeared...... (To be continued.) )