The red dragons' crisscrossing sharp teeth, the orcs' open mouths when they roared, and the Dragon Riders' bloodshot eyes were reflected in Aurelia's emerald eyes.
Whoosh!
The sound of sharp arrows gliding.
Faced with the Windrunner's archery, even the Great Shaman's Nature's Protection could only sigh helplessly and hopelessly.
Two arrows broke the Wind Shield. One arrow hit the face.
The result of three rounds of nine arrows was that three Dragon Riders lost their lives forever. Their sinful bodies fell from the sky and died without a complete corpse.
"No!" Zulusid was so angry that his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
"Kill them!"
"Go, tear them apart!"
The Dragonmaw Orcs' throats were almost hoarse from shouting.
Driven by them, the red dragons showed their fierceness as the overlords of the sky. They pounced quickly and violently, with a large area of scorching dragon breath. Everything was chasing the two ghostly green figures.
But no matter what, they couldn't catch up.
This situation was completely unacceptable to the Dragonmaw Orcs.
The Elven Rangers who couldn't fly used the ice prisms to make all kinds of godly dodges in the air?
Even the most imaginative orcs couldn't imagine such a situation. But the other party not only thought of it, but also did it.
Duque's cooperation with the Windrunner sisters could be said to be flawless.
Whether they wanted to speed up or turn in the air, when they needed it most, in the most ideal place, there would be an ice prism flying out of nowhere just right. The Hands of Magic floating a hundred meters in the air would certainly not disappoint and shoot the ice prism more than a hundred meters into the sky to the most perfect place.
There was no need for words, no need for hints, Duque did all this perfectly with the help of the system.
Aurelia and Queen Sylvanas were pleasantly surprised, no, ecstatic. They didn't know that Duque's system determined all their movement trajectories, the enemy's attack routes, and possible dodging routes. All Duque had to do was to let the Hands of Magic shoot the ice prism in the desired route.
They were just very excited. So there is someone in the world who can get along with me so well?
Could this be the legendary telepathy (Our hearts are connected as one's heart)?
In any case, at first glance, the Windrunner sisters seemed to be flying.
With agility that surpassed Griffins and even Giant Dragons, it flapped its wings, twisted its body, and soared in the air at an altitude of 300 meters.
Zuluhid was about to go crazy.
The Draconic Beastman was terrified.
Some of the Dragon Riders began to urge their giant dragons to climb higher into the sky in order to gain a moment of peace.
There were also some Dragon Riders who crazily dived towards Duque who was controlling the Ice Fountain, only to be killed by the arrows of the Elven Rangers who had been waiting for a long time.
Whether Zuluhed was willing to admit it or not, the Red Dragon Army, which had been chased out of the battlefield, had not played its role at all.
At this moment, the orc army had almost reached the northern sniping point of Sador Bridge, and the transport ships had almost reached the bottom of the bridge.
At this moment, by Duque's side were nearly ten thousand Torrential Fortress soldiers who had long since returned to their posts. They cheered and shouted "Long live Duque" or "Long live the Alliance". With more complete heavy ordnance, they rained down a deathly rain of stones, ballistae, and cannonballs on the tribe.
As always, a rain of flesh and blood rained down on the bridge. Orc corpses and broken limbs that had been sent flying by the huge stones fell from the side of the bridge like dumplings.
As some of the ordnance had been destroyed by the dragon's breath, it was impossible to completely seal off the strait. But for every transport ship to pass through, at least two ships had to be sunk.
Looking at the miserable state of the army, at the Draconic Beastman Cavalry beside him, and then at the Windrunner sisters who had dominated the mid-low altitudes and were unstoppable, Zuluhid's eyes were bloodshot.
"Retreat!" The chief of the Dragonmaw Clan had used up almost all his courage to shout this word.
It was easy to make the Orcs attack.
But it required supreme courage to make the Orcs retreat. This was because he would have to bear the scorn of other clans and the disdain of almost the entire tribe.
Zuluhid had no other choice.
A Red Dragon that could be used as a mount was too precious, especially when he realized that the Red Dragons that had escaped from the battlefield were all flying towards the north. He had a deep sense of foreboding. As long as that thing was here, there should be no need to worry that the Red Dragons that had escaped would not return. But he had a premonition that these abominable lizards would never return.
This anxiety almost drove Zuluhid crazy.
The Red Dragon Army, which should have been killing everything in its path, had retreated like stray dogs with their tails between their legs.
The entire sky echoed with the laughter of the Windrunner sisters.
This was "flying" that they had not dared to imagine for thousands of years!
Fighting against the noble overlords of the sky, the dragons, and killing the filthy and ugly Orcs in the high altitudes that they had never touched before, was there anything more wonderful than this for the Windrunner sisters?
Even the mature and steady Aurelia could not help but laugh from the bottom of her heart.
Their emerald green knee-high boots tapped lightly on the ice prism that was constantly descending. The Windrunner sisters were like fairies descending from the sky, jumping down step by step.
"Yo, beautiful elven girls, are you looking for a husband?"
"Goddess — I love you!"
The generals and soldiers from Torrential Fortress gave the warmest cheers to the two female elven rangers who were flying in the sky.
Aurelia combed her long blonde hair that had been messed up by the wind so that she could return to the image of a dignified ranger in the shortest time possible.
Queen Sylvanas, on the other hand, proudly stood with her hands on her hips, forming a graceful S-shaped curve as she accepted the cheers of thousands of soldiers.
Although the Windrunner sisters had killed the most enemies, the focus of the sisters' attention was on Duque. They knew very well that without Duque, they would not have been able to create such a miracle.
Before thanking Duque, it was better to settle some things first.
"My beloved sister, how are the results?"
"68!" Aurelia held her head high and chest out, inadvertently making the pair of Hyjal peaks even more alluring.
Sylvanas was taken aback.
"What's wrong? My good sister, did you lose? "Aurelia had the happy smile of a big sister who had successfully consolidated her position.
Queen Sylvanas shrugged and spread out her hands. "I did not lose."
"You won? How much? "Aurelia's senses were very sharp. She was very sure that her sister's kill count should not be higher than hers.
Queen Sylvanas sighed. "I did not win either. I also got 68."
A trace of disappointment and joy flashed in Aurelia's eyes.
She was disappointed because she could not establish a strong position as the big sister.
She was happy because her sister's skills were not inferior to hers.
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