Chapter 149 The legend ends!(1/2)
The battlefield of Gushan.
The eagle roars loudly.
A large number of giant eagles swooped down from the sky, fighting and going back and forth.
With the giant eagle's huge size, there is almost no elite arm of the Orc Legion on the battlefield that can fight the giant eagle.
Even the orcs whose size is nearly ten meters tall and whose largest cannibal war weapon is not the enemy of the giant eagle.
The giant eagle's pair of hard, hard, and extremely sharp, can easily catch the heads of any giant sheepish soldier on the battlefield.
As for ordinary orc warriors, they are not even a single enemy in front of the giant eagle's claws.
Although the number of giant eagles is far less than the number of orc army.
Even the orcs who died under the claws of the giant eagle were far less than those who died in the hands of the dwarves and wood elf warriors.
However, the unrivaled powerful power brought by the extremely powerful giant eagle is the most terrifying.
Because this can destroy the morale of the Orc Legion in a very short time.
When the orc warriors on the battlefield were frightened by the attack of the giant eagle, all the orcs were busy avoiding the giant eagle, fleeing in all directions, and their morale collapsed.
If the giant eagle cannot be driven away in time at this time, it will prevent morale from collapsing.
Then the only one who waits for the Orc Legion is defeated.
But obviously, the orc side never expected that the giant eagle would participate in the battle, so naturally they could not come up with a giant crossbow to deal with the giant eagle group.
This also caused the orc legion, which originally had the upper hand, to reverse.
The Iron Hill Dwarf who received the support from the giant eagle killed the fleeing half-orcs.
On the battlefield of Gushan, the orc army began to collapse.
The only thing that changes faster than the situation on the battlefield is the sky.
The originally thick lead cloud disappeared quickly.
The sky keeps getting brighter.
The sun began to shine from the clean sky.
This is completely unbelievable that it was a severe weather with heavy snow and snow.
It seems to have begun to appear since the giant eagle.
Everything is moving towards a trend that is conducive to the Dwarf Human Elves coalition.
River Valley Town.
The dwarf Qili rode his horse and rushed across the long bridge, and finally rushed into the gate of Hegu Town.
Seeing his brother Feli's face turned paler.
Qili looked anxious and didn't care about the residents of Hegu Town walking on the street. He rode his horse wildly on the street with no speed, shouting: "Gandalff..."
“Gandalff…”
Raven Ridge.
Morgan, Tarrell and the temporary archery team composed of the Elf Prince Legolas, who traveled unimpededly above Raven Ridge.
Wherever the three of them passed, half-orcs were everywhere.
No orc dared to rush forward to the death.
All the orcs who still survived were constantly retreating in the face of these three.
Morgan retreated from Raven Ridge not long ago.
At this time, he took the two elves behind him without hesitation and walked quickly towards the frozen lake where the Thorin Oak Shield was located.
Finally, the last orc who was constantly fleeing at the moment fell under Tarrell's arrow.
The three of them are also closer to the frozen lake.
Soon, when the fierce battle sounded from the front, the leading Morgan's face changed slightly, and he immediately accelerated and rushed forward with great strides.
I saw that the frozen lake a little further ahead was already bloody and messy at this time.
There were a large number of corpses lying on the ice, including half-orcs and goblin monster mercenaries.
Black and red blood flows wildly.
At this time, no other colors were seen on the entire ice surface except for the blood.
In Morgan's sight, there are two battle fields on the frozen lake.
One place is a dozen orcs led by the orc leader Berg, besieging the dwarves Devalin and Bilbo.
On another battlefield a little further away.
A dozen orcs led by the orc leader Azog were besieging Thorin Oak Shield.
Although the battlefield between Devalin and Bilbo and Billbo were suppressed, it was obviously still able to support it.
But Thorin Oak Shield was obviously a bit ineffective against Azog and a group of orcs.
In Morgan's eyes, Thorin Oak Shield was covered in wounds and was powerless in movement. He could only passively avoid the attacks of the surrounding orcs without any power to fight back.
Morgan knew the character of Thorin Oak Shield. Now the appearance of Thorin is obviously at its limit.
If you continue, Thorin Oak Shield may not be sure that he will die at the hands of Azog.
So he immediately raised his longbow, drew his arrow and aimed it in one go.
At the same time, he did not forget to launch the special skill "Hawkeye".
For a moment, Morgan, who was extremely focused, looked at Azog in the distance and decisively plucked the bowstring.
"Swoosh..."
The arrow shot rapidly forward with the sound of breaking through the air.
On the frozen lake.
Azog looked at the giant eagle whizzing past his head, and looked at the giant eagle rushing towards his army in the northern sky, with extremely angry expressions but helpless.
Just then.
An extremely dangerous palpitation suddenly arose from the bottom of my heart.
Azog was shocked and immediately dodged to the side without hesitation.
"Swoosh..."
An arrow almost shot past his scarred face.
Azog was scared and reached out to touch the hideous blood mark wound on his face that was rubbed by an arrow, and immediately turned his head and looked in the direction where the arrow was attacking.
I saw that the human that he hated so much appeared again.
There are also two elves who appear with humans.
"Swoosh swish swish..."
Several arrows shot out from Tarrell and Legolas's hands.
Several orcs who were besieging Thorin Oak Shield immediately fell down after being shot.
Morgan's side.
I noticed that Azog was stunningly perceived.
If he missed a blow, he immediately changed his target, drew out an arrow, and shot towards the orc who besieged Thorin Oak Shield.
"Swoosh swish swish..."
"Bang bang bang..."
One orc after another fell down one after another in the face of the bow and arrows of Morgan and the other three.
At this time, Azog had no choice but to avoid it in a furious manner.
Thorin Oak Shield obviously realized that someone was coming to help. He was exhausted and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and finally let him wait for rescue.
Morgan's side.
When the number of orcs that besieged Thorin Oak Shield quickly dropped to only three or four left.
The arrows in Tarrell and the elf prince Legolas's pouch were finally used up.
Tarrell drew a pair of small waist knives.
Legolas drew out an elf sword with an exquisite shape.
If Morgan looked carefully, he would find that the sword in Legolas's hand was the one he seized from Thorin Oak Shield in the dark forest.
Tarrell and Legolas, who each pulled out their melee weapons, rushed towards another fierce battlefield where the dwarf Devalin and the orc leader Borg were located on the frozen lake.
Morgan continued to shoot.
When he will siege Thorin, the last orc who is the Oak Shield shot to death.
To be continued...