If he could kill it with one arrow, he would never use a second arrow.
Rend Blackhand's heart was bleeding.
Compared to the red dragons that were forced to go to the battlefield and didn't know how long they could last, the wolf riders were the core troops of the tribe. War wolves had been fighting with the orcs for at least tens of thousands of years.
They were the most capable companions, hunting helpers, and the strongest warriors of the orcs.
In the past battles with humans, as long as there was a state of melee, the wolf riders formed by orcs and wargs could often fight human cavalry with a high exchange ratio of more than 1: 5, or even 1: 10.
The wolf riders were definitely the pride of the tribe.
Unfortunately, wargs were not so easy to feed.
A strong adult warg could weigh more than a ton and be a little more than three meters tall. Even a wolf's back was two meters off the ground. In contrast, the appetite of a warg was astonishing. A warg could feed at least four adult orc warriors of ten powerful clans.
Only the most powerful clans that controlled the fattest hunting areas could afford to raise wargs.
Only the heavy cavalry from Lordaeron could compete with them. They rode super giant horses called Light of Lordaeron that could pull three tons of cargo. These giant horses also weighed more than a ton, and looked like a cross between a horse and an elephant. Their footsteps were heavy, and their hooves sounded like thunder. Although they couldn't sprint for long, they were so powerful in a short sprint that they could knock wargs away.
In any case, the wargs were the treasures of the tribe.
If it wasn't for the pursuit, how could Rend be willing to send the wolf riders?
Well, now they thought they were passing through an abandoned position. Who would have thought that they were charging towards the enemy's position?
Almost at the same time, Rend wanted to order the wolf riders to come back.
Too late!
The Sador Bridge was not narrow, but that was from the perspective of transportation.
If it was a battlefield, the Sador Bridge would definitely be a narrow path.
The wolf riders in the back already felt that something was wrong and wanted to turn back. Unfortunately, it was not that easy.
The next moment, after shooting all the preset arrows, Duque's Hands of Magic floated into the air.
256 Hands of Magic blasted out the most powerful [Frostfire Arrow].
Some of the clans in the Horde had strange resistances. For example, the Blackrock Clan generally had fire resistance, while the Frostwolf Clan had ice resistance.
Too lazy to identify them one by one, Duque directly used the Frostfire Arrow that could be used by all classes. No matter how high your resistances are, you're just a Mount Wolf. You can't be like a Warlock or a Mage with all types of resistances, right?
The Frostfire Arrow, which was a mixture of white frost, red flame, and arcane purple, was the most terrifying reaper, madly reaping the lives of the wolf riders on the narrow bridge.
Or there was a huge explosion that splattered hot flesh and blood.
Or perhaps the ice that froze everything froze all life.
Or perhaps the brilliance of the Arcane Spell had disintegrated organic matter.
No Wolf Rider could escape unscathed after being hit.
Almost at the same time, a strange buzzing sound came from the north bridgehead.
The arrow rang, but the bowstring did not ring.
This strange technique could only mean that one person had come — Ranger General Cirvanas.
With her jade-white skin and slender body, the female elf maintained her high-speed movement under the cover of the walls and trenches. She didn't need to maintain an optimal shooting range at all. Any place with good cover would be enough for her to shoot a deadly arrow of death.
Unlike her sister's traditional way of thinking, Cirvanas's tactics were more practical. After the rapid increase in arrow consumption, she no longer stuck to using the light wooden arrows unique to Elven Rangers, which were made of wood from the arrowhead to the shaft. Instead, she casually used the iron arrowhead arrows commonly used by Arathi Highland archers.
Their armor-piercing ability was better, but they did not have the almost silent concealment of the Elven Rangers' wooden arrows.
Very simply, in order to increase the deterrence, Cirvanas simply asked the craftsmen of Riptide Castle to make a batch of simple whistles for her and attached them to the arrowheads. Once shot, they would make a strange buzzing sound.
This kind of small whistle would, of course, affect the accuracy, but for Queen Cirvanas' archery, as long as the target was not more than a hundred meters away, the impact would not be big. Anyway, it was used to clean up small fries.
"Protect the vitals!" The Wolf Riders screamed as soon as they heard the unique sound of the arrow. They immediately used their machetes to protect their throats as much as possible.
After days of fighting, they had long understood that the Elven Ranger opposite them was their nightmare.
A dark gray light flashed, and the arrow actually directly pierced through the broad-bladed machete in the hands of a Wolf Rider, passing through the unlucky fellow's neck. Then, with a violent spray of blood, it hit the shoulder of a Wolf Rider next to it.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the second Wolf Rider was actually knocked into the body of the third Wolf Rider. Coincidentally, a [Frostfire Arrow] hit the top of the Wolf Rider's head.
"Poof —" The heads of the two Wolf Riders were directly blown to pieces. Almost at the same time, the second arrow arrived. In one breath, it pierced through the eyes of a Warg, entered from the left, exited from the right, and then shot into the throat of the second Warg.
Three people, two Wargs, died in an instant.
"Elven hero!"
The leader of the Wolf Riders gritted his teeth.
Cirvanas had already turned into a high-speed moving self-propelled cannon, pouring terrifying firepower on the tribe that seemed low-key, but was actually not inferior to Duque's. The iron arrows became the scythe of the Grim Reaper, reaping the lives of the Orc Wolf Riders.
Two arrows in one second.
Three arrows in one string.
The only thing that restricted Cirvanas's firepower was not her own shooting speed, but the lack of arrows.
However, if Cirvanas really shot all the quiver of arrows that she had set up in every corner of the camp, the morale of the Orcs would probably collapse first.
Within the camp, sharp arrows whizzed through the air. Like Duque's magic attacks, they became a death knell for the Orcs.
Even so, at this moment, the Wolf Riders also displayed their strength as the core fighting force of the tribe.
Heavy casualties.
No enemies were seen.
The Wolf Riders still maintained their high morale as they attacked. They were not afraid of death. Even if they were shot to death or blown up, the Wargs under them would still bravely charge towards the human camp, searching for traces of the two enemies hiding in the dark.
Suddenly, there was a change in the human camp.
In the air, tall and sturdy elemental creatures were entering the battlefield.
Those tall and sturdy creatures that only existed in legends appeared in the air like shadows. There was a large-scale distortion in space. Within the distortion, three meter tall water elemental giants that only had a body and two arms, no heads or hands, slowly materialized.
The unique spell of Ice Mages, [Summon Water Elemental]!
The problem was, why the hell did Duque have so many water elemental creatures?!
When Antonidas summoned water elemental creatures to fight against Gul 'dan's demon army, there were only a few dozen of them.
But what about Duque?
108 of them!
And they were elites!
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