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Chapter 138 The last drop of blood shed!(1/2)

River Valley Town.

Town Hall Square Battlefield.

"Swoosh..."

“Hmph…”

The two orcs who rushed in front of them groaned and fell to the ground.

This time, the two orcs were the only part of the eyes with holes left on their heads, which were shot in the iron armor.

Gandalf and Bilbo swung their weapons in vain.

They couldn't help but look back at Morgan.

Faced with the slightly speechless look of the two of them, Morgan shrugged.

The next second, Morgan's eyes instantly became sharp, and he watched the two people on the other side raise their hands and shoot out another arrow.

"Swoosh..."

The arrow almost shot out from Bilbo's ear.

He could almost feel the pressure and stinging sensation caused by the sharp arrows that were shot through his ears.

After the arrow, he immediately turned his head and saw an orc who was about to rush to his side and was caught in an arrow, and fell down again.

Bilbo was shocked and did not dare to be careless anymore and immediately met the orc who was rushing towards him.

Gandalf, who was standing by, had a long sword and a magical staff, and had a great time killing it.

At this moment, the giant sheepish warrior with a speed of relatively slow movement and a height of four meters finally arrived and raised his hand to Gandalf with a hammer.

"Bang!"

There was a violent muffled sound.

Gandalf avoided it in time.

The hard street ground with stones in front of him was instantly smashed into a huge pit by the huge steel hideous wolf-toothed stick in the hands of a giant she-cannibal.

The hard rocks that were not strangely shattered under the pit for many years were instantly smashed to pieces.

The giant armored sheepdog was not moving fast, but the speed in her hands was not slow.

If you don’t hit, you will immediately raise the steel wolf teeth giant stick again and hit it.

Gandalf did not hide this time, holding a staff in both hands, looking at the huge giant sheep in front of him, muttering magic spells:

"Battle the glory of all living beings!"

Then he suddenly rushed to the ground.

But the magic that was always unfavorable in the past was not at all this time.

Gandalf was immediately shocked.

The giant sheep cannibal who was frightened by the wizard in front of him immediately smashed the wolf-tooth stick in his hand even more angrily.

"Bang!"

Another loud noise.

A huge pit was instantly smashed into the rocky street.

Gandalf hurriedly avoided, but his figure was a little embarrassed.

Morgan, who was standing behind him, shot an arrow, but only shot at the edge of the eye socket of the giant sheepdog steel helmet, and was bounced out.

The angry sheepman immediately waved the wolf-toothed stick in his hand and swept over.

Gandalf avoided again in a mess, and Bilbo couldn't react as much as being wiped by the she-cannibal stick, and was swept over.

Two orcs who could not dodge on the side were instantly smashed away by the giant she-cannibal wolf-toothed stick.

Looking at the huge sheepish giant, he looked at the high walls on both sides of the street.

Morgan immediately hung the longbow in his hand on his back, then rushed towards the huge high wall beside the street and jumped up.

Stepping on the steep high wall for several steps, quickly approaching the giant sheepman on the street below.

Morgan jumped down towards the she-cannibal's huge body and landed steadily on the she-cannibal's giant shoulder.

The giant cannibal who noticed something was climbing on his body became even more irritable and angry, but his extremely thick arms could not reach Morgan on his shoulders at all, so he had to shake his body hard.

Morgan, who felt unstable under his feet, immediately pulled out the dagger on his waist and the dagger on his legs. He immediately stabbed the dagger on his hands and stabbed it hard into the giant sheep's bare and rough fat shoulders.

"roar..."

Feeling the tingling pain on his body, the giant sheepish roared more and more angrily, shaking his body more and more violently.

The furious she-cannibal waved the giant wolf-toothed stick in his hand and smashed it in a mess.

There was a burst of thumping around, and sand and stones flew around.

Gandalf, Bilbo, and several orcs who were originally beside him immediately avoided when they saw this.

At this moment, no one dared to step forward, and could only look at the raging giant she-cannibal blocking the middle of the street and the human on his back from a distance.

With the dagger and dagger as support, Morgan immediately hung steadily on the giant shemale.

The giant sheep canine continued to be violent, and Morgan quickly climbed behind the sheep canine's head with a dagger and dagger.

The shemale immediately reached out and grabbed Morgan again.

This time, Morgan could not hide, so he had to speed up immediately. He grabbed the huge steel helmet on the head of the giant sheepman with one hand, and inserted the slightly longer short sword into the only empty eyes in the sheepman helmet, and stirred it hard.

"roar..."

The unparalleled pain came, and the giant sheepish man wailed in pain, and his movements of grabbing Morgan stopped immediately. After dancing and roaring, the huge mace in his hand fell to the ground.

Then his whole body was unstable and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Bang..."

The giant she-cannibal blocking the way fell to the ground.

The orcs gathered more and more behind him were not afraid of Morgan at all. They screamed again and waved their weapons and rushed up fiercely.

This time, Morgan did not use his long bow again, but directly pulled out the elf sword from his waist and strode to meet him.

......

Lonely Mountain.

The bloody flag on the steep Raven Ridge changes constantly.

The sound of desolate horns resounded throughout the battlefield.

More and more orc army and giant sheep canines rushed to the battlefield.

In front of the Gushan Mountain.

In front of the only two neat archery phalanxes left in the wood elves army.

The elf king Thrandir, who was riding on the huge horned deer, looked at the stalemate battlefield ahead, and looked at the army of black orcs coming from further away and shouted again: "Prepare!"

The group of wood elves warriors behind him immediately raised their bows, drew arrows, and aimed at them in one go.

"emission!"

Thrandir shouted coldly and waved his sword to fall.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The dense rain of arrows composed of countless arrows immediately flew towards the battlefield in the distance.

Soon, the rain of arrows fell within the predetermined range.

"Brush brush brush brush brush brush brush..."

In an instant, the orc warrior in the middle fell to the ground like cutting wheat, and a vacuum suddenly appeared on the battlefield of the dense orc army.

But more orc troops came again in the rear, and the battlefield vacuum was quickly filled.

In front of the phalanx of the Elf Archery.

The elf king Thrandir seemed to have turned a blind eye to the scene ahead in the distance, and shouted again: "Prepare!"

Two elves square warriors immediately raised their bows again, drew arrows, and hit them.

"emission!"

Thrandil swung his sword and roared.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The rain-intensive arrow rain shot towards the battlefield in the distance again.

Soon, a vacuum battlefield was quickly cleared from the dense army of orcs.

But it won't take too long, and the vacuum battlefield will be quickly filled with orc army.

The elves archery phalanx commanded by Thrandir quickly and ruthlessly harvested the heads of the orc army.

The orc leader above Raven Ridge could not bear it anymore.
To be continued...
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