Chapter 313
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No one knew where the green arrow had come from or where it was going.
The arrow was like a wisp of cotton swept up by the wind. It was unbelievably light.
It streaked across the sky above the scorched land, passed through the sea of fire, and finally floated dozens of meters in the air. It wasn't that no Orc Dragonriders noticed this strange green color, it was just that this green color was too harmless to humans and animals.
But something strange happened.
An Orc riding on a red dragon launched a dive that had been done countless times. His target was the human camp to the north of Sador Bridge. Even though the humans had all run away, as long as the ballistae and cannons fixed on the hilltop weren't destroyed, the humans could charge out of their bunkers and inflict heavy casualties on the Orc army that was attacking the north bridge again.
At this time, that green color fused with the green color on the Beastman Dragoon's neck.
An arrow pierced through.
There was no more life.
The Orc's eyes widened. He didn't understand at all. Why did he die? When did he get attacked?
The blood spurting out of his throat drew a long line of blood in the air because of the dragon's high speed.
His vision darkened, and he fell from the dragon's back.
Suddenly losing its controller, the young Crimson Dragon was at a loss. It quickly stopped its dragon breath.
Dragon breath wasn't cabbage. It took a lot of energy for a giant dragon to use dragon breath. The continuous breaths just now had already made it hard for him to breathe. Now that the controller had been killed, he was happy to free himself.
With a happy roar, he immediately flapped his wings and flew into the sky.
Before receiving "that" order, he longed to breathe the air of freedom. This thought made him quickly leave the battlefield and fly to who knows where.
This Orc's unfortunate encounter attracted the attention of the Dragon Maw Clan's Orc Dragon Riders. They widened their bell-sized eyes and quickly moved their eyeballs, searching for the attack from the ground.
This wasn't a single case.
Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.
No one knew where they came from. They only knew that Orcs were killed with one arrow after another.
"Where?! Where is it? "
"Who saw the enemy?"
"Nope!"
"Ah! Na Zuzu is dead, Ba Tuo is also dead! "
The Draconic Roar Beastmen were in a state of panic. The destruction they had expected didn't happen. They didn't kill many humans, and they only burned a large pile of large military equipment that they thought was worthless.
What was going on?
The Orcs began to fear the green color. They even pulled on the Red Dragon's reins when they saw it, causing the Red Dragon to ascend at a high speed.
It was useless.
Those green arrows were like ghosts, and they could actually coordinate with each other.
For example, an orc saw an arrow flying towards him from his left. When he tried to dodge the arrow in a panic, an arrow silently came from his blind spot to his right and ended his life.
After the twentieth Beastman Dragonrider was killed, no Beastman dared to ride a Red Dragon within a hundred meters of the ground.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that the flames on the ground had been extinguished.
It wasn't that the flames couldn't burn any longer, but that the flames had been extinguished.
An icy aura quickly spread across the land, and the rolling white mist covered every single flame, snuffing them out in the cold.
As the cold air covered the land, a large group of slender green figures began to appear in the icy mist on the ground.
Rangers of the High Elves?!
Zuluhed was extremely shocked!
They actually let their precious Mages use large-scale war magic to protect these Elves?
It had to be said that this was a genius idea.
No longer restricted by the limited range and narrow field of vision, the range of the Elves' arrows was greatly increased.
This time, a total of five Beastman Dragonriders were shot dead at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.
"This is impossible!" Zuluhed cried out in shock.
This had completely surpassed the concept of bows and arrows, and it defied all so-called common sense.
Using a delicate longbow to shoot down a giant dragon that was doing all sorts of evasive maneuvers 150 meters in the air was already very impressive, not to mention the Orc Cavalrymen who were sitting on the giant dragon and couldn't be seen from the ground!
What kind of terrifying and mysterious archery was this!
It was completely unimaginable what kind of being could shoot such an arrow.
Zuluhed's mind was filled with projectile monsters that were stronger than Ogres. If he knew that the real archers were just two seemingly delicate blonde Elven girls, he really didn't know how he would feel.
In any case, not a single Red Dragon Cavalryman dared to approach the ground. Even the lowest Red Dragon was 300 meters above the ground.
Zuluhed cursed angrily. He stared at the transport ship that was about to enter the bottom of Sador Bridge and gritted his teeth. "Alright, at least I've escorted the transport ship over and completed the chief's mission …"
It was as if he was making the greatest mockery of Zuluhed and his Dragonmaw Cavalry. At this moment, a pair of fearless humans rushed out of cover and ran towards an intact catapult that was placed on the edge of the cliff. It looked like they were going to use the catapult to finish off the transport ship in the strait.
Zuluhed's lungs were about to explode. "Dive! Use Dragon Breath to burn those guys to ashes! "
"But … what about the Elven Rangers?" Every surviving Dragonmaw Cavalry member felt a lingering fear. That patch of green had become a lingering shadow in their hearts.
"Come here!" Zuluhed cast a spell at the closest Dragonmaw Cavalry member.
Immediately, that guy felt as if a small tornado was revolving around him. He was overjoyed.
Wind Shield was a defensive spell of the Shaman. It was a wind shield made from the power of nature and could defend against all kinds of arrows.
The next moment, that guy rushed over. Not only him, there were also several other Dragonmaw Cavalry members who were also buffed by Wind Shield. They drove their Red Dragons towards the humans and bombarded them.
For the Red Dragons, a distance of 300 meters could be covered in two breaths.
The green arrows were like the Grim Reaper, arriving at just the right time.
As always, they were aimed at the Orc Cavalrymen's vitals, but they were stopped just before they were about to kill the Orc Cavalrymen. It seemed like they could break through the weak wind at any time, but the green arrows just couldn't get in no matter how hard they tried.
This time, the green Grim Reaper let out a helpless sigh.
"No!" Sylvanas cried out in alarm.
Just a moment ago, she had proudly used the Whisper of the Wind to guarantee the safety of the Torrential Stronghold's ballistae.
"With my godly arrows, none of the Dragonmaw Cavalry can hurt you."
That was what she had said. But now, the opponent's Shaman magic had mercilessly shattered her pride.
Sylvanas was on the verge of tears.
At this moment, a flash of white light appeared …
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