Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1075 1057. Sacred Beasts

This is a new grove extending from the Mirkwood. The oldest tree in this forest is only as thick as two people can hug.

And the Wargs only need three of them, working together for half a minute, to tear down a tree of this size!

The elves are all archers. They are fully capable of jumping and moving on the trees while maintaining the shooting speed and accuracy of their bows and arrows.

Shoot arrows at the Wargs below.

But the reason why Legolas asked everyone to move so panicked was because he knew that the Wargs were not ordinary mindless beasts.

These wolves with huge muscle mass and body size are strictly speaking allies of the orcs, not domesticated war beasts or mounts.

The Wargs have wisdom and even have their own language system.

If in battle, the Wargs think they need to adapt to circumstances, it is common for them to throw away the orc cavalry on their backs.

Now is the time when the Wargs think they should adapt to circumstances.

When destroying the trees where the elves were standing, these wargs would first pick up the orcs around them, and then throw them on their heads to block the elves' arrows from above.

If the orcs died, they died. Even the corpses could block the arrows. If one slipped, another would come.

Even if the arrows of the elves, most of them could not cause effective damage to the muscular wargs after penetrating an armored orc corpse, even if the arrowheads could still be exposed.

Only Legolas, who was also an elite archer among the elves, shot arrows that seemed to be blessed by the wind, with a sound that broke through the air that was completely inconsistent with the size, and a stable and frightening flight trajectory.

It directly nailed the orc corpse and the warg to the ground.

Although Legolas' bow and arrow were of ordinary specifications, Lan En estimated that the power of his archery skills was comparable to the dragon hunting bow and dragon hunting arrows of the Irithyll Silver Knights in the Fire World!

But this guy's shooting speed was much more fierce than the Silver Knights!

However, although the elves in this world are all immortal and extraordinary races, there is only one archer like Legolas on the scene.

He is alone and cannot do anything.

The actions of the wargs will not be greatly hindered by his firepower.

This group of muscular wolves with terrifying teeth are still biting wood fibers as thick as arms from the tree trunks. After two or three bites, there is a gap as big as a human head on the tree trunk.

Wood chips are flying, and the weight of the tree itself can help the wargs break themselves after a few more collisions.

"Awoo~"

"Kill them all! Kill the elves!"

The unique language of the wargs and the roars of the orcs who are eager to taste blood are mixed together and echo in this small forest.

There are also the sounds of steel clashing, leather rubbing, and the crisp sound of the wood of the tree trunk being torn and broken.

The patrol team of more than a dozen elves who originally surrounded Lan En is now moving back and forth from tree to tree in the continuous woods like flying green leaves.

Their transfer also reduced the time for archery, so the suppression of the hundreds of orcs below was also reduced.

The situation was getting worse and worse.

The elves were about to be driven to the edge of the derived forest. If they retreated further, they would reach a meadow hill with scattered stone pestles.

Even the light-footed elves could not outrun the wolves in this terrain!

"Legolas! Think of a way!"

Tauriel's archery skills were not as good as her prince, but she was also the second strongest among the elves.

She shot an erratic arrow, and the two orcs who were running and screaming excitedly were pierced together because of the brief overlap of angles.

"I'm thinking! Wait.?!"

The originally calm and elegant elves had already begun to sweat on their foreheads, and Legolas, as the leader, was under great pressure.

But at this moment, the elves on the tree suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon.

- Under the tree where they were, a long strip of land began to emit a faint blue-white light.

The land glows?

What's going on?

In the sudden and abnormal situation, even the elves were a little distracted.

Until a tingling sensation of hair standing upright hit their bodies, and the elves' long hair, which had remained smooth in the fierce battle, began to blow up.

"This is..." The elves, who had lived for who knows how long, only then did they match the feeling at this moment with the scene they had occasionally seen. Those who came to their senses began to loudly remind the people around them. "Watch out for lightning strikes! Lightning strikes!"

"Thunder? Now?"

Legolas just turned lightly, jumped onto the branch of another tree, and shot a sharp arrow. He asked the elf who shouted in surprise.

Although he was the strongest among this group of elves, he was only more than two thousand years old, and he was an absolute young man among the elves.

And in the past two thousand years, the king has always cared about his children and never let him leave the Mirkwood too far.

So in terms of knowledge, Legolas belongs to the poor category among the elves.

But fortunately, there are many mature elves with broad knowledge in his patrol team.

"Jump again! Jump to a farther tree!"

Several elves reminded Legolas so eagerly, and he was not as stubborn as the dwarves, so of course he obeyed.

And the next moment.

"Clang~!"

The blue-white light on the ground became brighter and brighter until it finally reached its limit!

The tiny arcs first jumped on the long strip of land, and finally in the blink of an eye, the scattered arcs connected into one piece! The high-energy current broke through the air, making a sharp explosion and the special smell of the air being scorched by high heat.

After that moment, Legolas felt as if he could not hear anything.

The only thing left in front of him was the picture. The front row of orcs wiped the black blood that had just been splashed on their faces in horror, while the orcs in the back row were still pushing forward frantically.

The originally flat ground suddenly had a charred mark, and even the soil and rocks on the ground were blown up, forming a shallow gully.

And what about the wargs that were originally on that road, biting the tree trunks and shaking the trees?

The blood on the faces of those front row orcs was the blood that was splashed out of the body and roasted again by high temperature after the wargs were blown in half!

The scene in front of me was constantly moving, but there was no sound in my ears, only a buzzing sound that was getting louder and louder.

After about a second, the harsh buzzing sound gradually changed from monotonous to noisy, and finally became a variety of sounds.

Most of the wolves that were blown in half were still alive. They whimpered their own language, but the sticky blood mixed with internal organs was flowing out of their mouths unstoppably.

This was also due to their huge muscle mass and body size. The orcs who were originally around them were directly pierced to pieces by the thunder that was close to the ground.

The blood was splashed all at once, staining a large area of ​​forest land black.

The orcs who were closer were covered with a layer of paste.

"Xi Lu Lu!"

The two front hooves of the unicorn left the ground, and it stood up excitedly and shook its head.

Its white mane flashed with blue arcs, and it looked holy and majestic when it was fluffy.

The blue-purple lens horns emitted a fluorescent light that indicated high energy and began to glow.

Among a group of dirty orcs and wargs, the figure of the Qilin is like a holy punisher descending from the sky!

Tall, sacred, and brave.

And the person sitting on its back is even more so.

"That thing, no, what is that sacred creature?"

The Elf Prince of the Woodland Kingdom, with an unbelievable expression, leaned on the tree trunk and looked in the direction of the Qilin and murmured.

"I don't know, huh, Your Highness." An elf who happened to be standing on the same tree with Legolas was also looking at the Qilin with his mouth open, but compared to Legolas, he was still breathing heavily.

"But I think it must be the beast of the great Manwe Sulimu. Only the master of the sky and wind of Arda is qualified to be granted the power to enslave air and wind, and then form thunder!"

"Then who in this world is qualified to sit on the back of this sacred beast?"

Legolas asked immediately.

And because of the powerful racial talent, the elf also took a breath in a very short time and returned to his usual speaking speed.

"I don't know, Your Highness."

"Maybe he came from Valinor? But it doesn't seem like it. He doesn't seem to have the sacred aftertaste brought by the blessed land."

The blessed land of Valinor, the holy land where the Valar, the Vali, the Maiar, and even Ilúvatar live.

It is not in some inaccessible alien space, but on Arda, on the other side of the sea.

Elves can cross the sea and sail at any time if they want to go.

But Valinor is a place that every creature must arrive in life, sooner or later.

And out of nostalgia for their hometown and the ties of things in the mortal world, not many elves will set sail early in their life journey and go to Valinor.

But they still move and live in Middle-earth.

"Don't stand there, help me!"

Lane and the ball of flannel both grabbed the mane of the unicorn and fixed themselves firmly on the horse's back. The demon hunter shouted to the elves standing on the tree branches, who were dumbfounded.

And because of the isolation of the magic rune cloth, the unicorn can use its power to control thunder to a limited extent.

When the Qilin uses Thunderbolt, it gets excited, its hooves flying around. Lan En, who has a stable weight, is fine, but the flannel ball is almost floating up when it is thrown by it, but fortunately it has been holding on to it and didn't fall.

Then, the excited Qilin lowered its head, and the Qilin Cangjiao, which is so sharp that the golden lion's fist dare not confront it head-on, aimed at the remaining digwolves.

"Xilulu!"

Whispering, the Qilin threw its hooves and rushed over.

In front of the Qilin Cangjiao, the solid big muscles are no different from newspapers. Can the digwolves' muscles be as strong as the golden lion's?

It seems true that their brains are more useful than the golden lion's.