The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 244 The final BOSS arrives on the battlefield

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 244 The final BOSS arrives on the battlefield

"It's over...ah, sorry, you're already late."

Looking at Rissadilan who was gradually being swallowed up by the silver light, Ildalian then looked at the dragoons flying towards them not far away, with a mocking smile on his face again.

Facing this flying dragon force that could unify Pendor, even the Noldor nobles next to them had no trouble on their faces, and even showed a smile.

This time, the reason why these warring factions dared to take the initiative to provoke a war was not only because the greed of these alien elves for the land had exceeded their tolerance, but also because they had been prepared!

In order to defeat these alien elves, the warring elves have already contacted Mordred and the Red Brotherhood and obtained a large amount of intelligence.

And this time, in order to gain an advantage in the war, Ildalion even brought out all the main members of his family without telling Aslandil and the other two clan leaders!

Of course, as an investment in the future conquest of Pendor, he unceremoniously accepted the Sindar weapons stored in the forbidden area~

hold head high!

Looking at the Ash Dragon Riders in the air who were preparing to launch a dive attack on the golden shield, Ildalion once again took out the [End Curtain] from his waist and ordered the nobles around him:

"It's time to show off all the weapons of our ancestors, and let those stupid elves who use human weapons know what it means that the laws of our ancestors are immutable!

Remember, if this battle can be won, these Sindar weapons will be yours!"

"Great!"

"Tell those flying dragons to come down quickly, I'm going to beat their sons of bitches up hard!"

Since most of the nobles of the main war faction were young men hundreds of years old, they immediately started cheering as they were already in love with the gorgeous and powerful Sindar weapons.

Seeing that the emotions of the soldiers had been successfully mobilized by him, Ildalion nodded with satisfaction, then raised his hand and shot an arrow at the flying dragon in the sky:

Rumble——

Another dazzling silver light shot into the sky, accompanied by bursts of thunder, aimed at an ash dragon that was more than thirty meters long!

Not only that, several nobles also raised the Sindar sigil bows in their hands, and various lights immediately lit up from their arrows, aiming at the flying dragon in the sky.

"Be careful, pay attention to air evasion!"

In the sky, the riders had already noticed the steady stream of light spots below. Although they did not accept the blessing of the Misty Lady, their fighting instincts still made them feel something bad.

As the reins tied to the dragon's horns were pulled heavily, the Ash Dragons began to retract their wings and accelerate, preparing to rely on speed to dodge the unknown threats below.

"Did you know that the Sindar tribe's most famous coming-of-age ritual is to hunt dragons like them~"

Looking at the flying dragons spread out in formation in the sky, Ildalion stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and while educating the young nobles around him, he loosened the bow string in his hand.

Rumble——

Accompanied by the thunder that resounded across the sky, the specially-made Sindar arrow turned into a silver light beam like lightning and flint, and shot into the air at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

"careful!"

Seeing that the surrounding air was illuminated by silver light, the dragon rider who was targeted immediately felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, and subconsciously touched the parachute behind him.

Ang... roar!

Sure enough, with a violent shaking, the dragon scales on the Ash Dragon's chest were easily penetrated, and the silver magic energy immediately exploded, leaving a terrifying blood hole!

The Ash Dragon was also teetering on the edge of a kite with its strings broken. It could only feel the numbness and severe pain spreading throughout its body in fear, and used its last strength to maintain balance.

hold head high!

Now she can only try hard to make an emergency landing and try to get the rider on her back to the ground safely.

However, the other Noldor nobles on the ground obviously did not give her a chance to make an emergency landing. After a while, several more arrows shining with various lights struck from below.

"Mary!"

Feeling that the Ash Dragon under him suddenly became stiff, and at the same time the huge body began to lose speed and fall to the ground, the rider's eyes were full of grief and anger.

Although there are many ash dragons, each pair of dragon riders are partners who are accustomed to each other in terms of personality and habits, and sometimes they can even understand each other's meaning just by looking at each other.

"Have a good trip, man..."

The rider gently stroked the smooth dragon scales. Seeing that his partner not only did not respond to him as usual, but instead began to fall faster, he could only choose to skydive with tears in his eyes.

boom!

The huge dragon body tens of meters long hit the Noldor elves' barrier, immediately causing a wave of golden ripples.

In the distance, Dario poked his head out of the trench, looked at the ash dragon corpse caught in the ripples, and kept praying in his heart:

"Lady Mist, I wonder if you can bless this corpse and break down the barrier of the Noldor elves?"

Not only Daario, but also the Noldor elves within the barrier held their breaths and nervously raised their heads to look at the huge corpse in the air.

Most of them are elves of the new generation, and have almost never admired the glory of the Sindar elves, so they are full of unconfidence in this magical barrier.

"Don't worry, this is the Sindar tribe's magic barrier after all. Even meteorites can be blocked. It can't be penetrated so easily."

Although Ildalion kept comforting the nobles around him, the hand holding the bow handle was trembling slightly, revealing his true thoughts in his heart.

He was only a young nobleman during the "War of the Titans". Although he had heard about the Sindar tribe's magic technology for a long time, most of it was just hearsay and records in books.

Duang!

As a sound like a jelly bullet sounded, the body of the Ash Dragon was bounced away, heavily smashing down a forest.

Although this magical instrument has been sealed for hundreds of years, the magic barrier has still successfully maintained the face of the Sindar magicians.

Seeing this, Ildalion excitedly raised the [Ending Curtain] in his hand, pointed it at the ash dragon in the air and tried to spit out dragon flames again and shouted:

"Now we have no worries, everyone, please shoot down the flying dragon from the sky!"

"As you command!"

Along with the excited shouts of the Noldor warriors, dozens of colorful light beams began to shoot into the sky continuously, forming a gorgeous and dangerous anti-aircraft firepower.

Ang~

Since it has not experienced the blessing of the Lady of the Mist, the Ash Dragon with only flesh and blood cannot resist the rune arrows of the Noldor elves.

The dragon scales of more than a dozen Ash Dragons were all easily penetrated. They lacked magic resistance and let out desperate screams before coughing up blood and falling to the ground.

Even for those dragon riders who luckily escaped by parachuting, the Noldor warriors did not let them go. Dealing with them as they slowly landed in mid-air was as simple as fixed targets.

Some smaller Ash Dragons were able to get close to the protective barrier with their own speed advantage, but their physical dragon flames were unable to cause any damage to the barrier at all.

"Damn it, how did things develop like this?"

Seeing the Ash Dragon falling from the sky in the distance, Dario in the trench was so angry that he hurriedly fired three more signal flares to let the riders who were unable to fight back effectively retreat.

If we don't withdraw, this dragoon regiment will be exhausted!

Noticing the three signal flares gradually flying up in the distance, the leader of the dragoons, who had already considered retiring, hurriedly shouted:

"There's a signal, everyone retreat quickly!"

After receiving the signal to retreat, the riders who had been hovering above the barrier were relieved and flew towards the rear of the army.

There was no way. In the past, most of their opponents were Norscans and Beastmen who didn't have strong long-range abilities. Almost all of them could be easily crushed.

But like today, faced with such turbulent anti-aircraft firepower, the Noldor elves, who could even effectively withstand dragon flames, could only fail.

"Don't run away, you cowards... Oh, this kid is still alive?"

Ildalion was shouting at the retreating Ash Dragon riders in the distance, but then he noticed a figure on the ground trying to escape from the barrier.

It was Lisa Dilan who was quietly escaping from the barrier while holding Ange's body!

"Ha ha……"

At this time, Rissa Dilan was in a very bad state:

The originally bright and dazzling red jade composite bow had lost its former luster and became extremely dull, obviously losing its ability.

Not only that, Risa Dilan's hands were also covered in blood. His palms, which were originally as smooth as mutton-fat jade, were now full of cracks, and his whole body looked much paler.

Looking at Ange in his arms, whose face was slightly rosier than his own, Risa Dilan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then tried to speed up the pace.

"You must escape as soon as possible... If you keep persisting, your god will definitely be able to save you!"

Although as a Noldor elf, he did not believe in the Lady of the Mists, he had no doubt that the powerful elf goddess could bring Ange back to life.

There seems to be a warm light shining on him in the sky. Has his behavior won the favor of Lady Mist?

Looking at the barrier getting closer and closer, a smile appeared on the corner of Risa Dilan's cracked mouth. Is he really going to escape?

However, as he was about to escape from the barrier at this time, he did not notice that far behind him, Ildalion was bending his bow and aiming an arrow at him!

"How could I let you run away so easily? It's rare that the weather is so good today, which is perfect for the anniversary of your death!"

Feeling the scorching sunshine above his head, Ildalian's lips curled up into a sneer. He didn't think that Rissadilan was still capable of resisting now.

With the bright sunshine becoming more and more intense, Ildalion loosened the bow string in his hand again, and shot out the fatal arrow that contained the secret of Sindar magic!

boom--

Rissadilan only heard another roar coming from behind him, followed by a heat wave approaching. Did Ildalion notice his escape?

"Sorry, brother, it seems we have to die together..."

Looking at Ange's body in his arms, Lisa Dilan stopped escaping, then closed his eyes bitterly, and began to fall into memories of the past:

Damn it!

Obviously, I just wanted to find a job as an assassin at first. After I saved enough money, I could pursue my dream of traveling around Pendor in search of the legendary dragon gems.

After Lord Aslandil has forgotten his mistakes, I will gather a few companions to go on adventures to other continents. It is not impossible to even return to the sunken old continent to find the lost ruins of the Sindar tribe!

As a result, not only did he not complete the adventure in the end, but the last scene he saw before he died was not a gentle elf girl hugging him tenderly, but instead he was hugging the corpse of a big man!

What is this thing called?!

After finishing all his life's thoughts in his heart, Risa Dilan felt a scorching gust of wind coming from behind him, and then he was blown away.

Feeling the freedom of flying in mid-air, Rissadilan couldn't help laughing with his eyes closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ah~ Is this what death feels like... It hurts!

Lisa Dilan, who landed face first, hurriedly got up from the ground. Just as he was about to stand up and look behind him, he was shocked to see a pair of white wings appear in front of him.

"No way……"

In the trench, Dario stared blankly at the all-too-familiar holy figure, and then looked at the corpse of the tragically dead Druch warrior on the battlefield, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Even though he was far away, Dario could still feel the almost violent heat, burning his skin continuously.

"It's Lord Rohan!"

A Silver Mist guard who was taking the 'Rebirth Pill' stood up from behind the bunker excitedly, looking excitedly at the figure who had broken through the golden barrier.

Because of the distance, he could clearly see how Rohan fell from the sky, directly smashed through the Noldor Elf's tortoise shell with his body, and then blocked Rissadilan.

"grown ups……?"

Looking at Rissa Dilan in front of him who was a little depressed due to the consumption of too much life force, Rohan suppressed his rage that was almost comparable to that of the Khorne demon, and said as gently as possible:

"Well done, Lisa Dilan, you successfully saved Ange's body and gave me the possibility of resurrecting him. I must thank you!

From today on, your identity is no longer the so-called ‘hired assassin’, you belong to me alone, the [Prisoner’s Champion] of St. Rohan!”

Then he knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on Risa Dilan's shoulder, and injected streams of pure energy symbolizing higher-level divine power into the other person's body.

"Hiss~ this feeling~"

Under the sole care of [Overload·Holy Praise], even Rissadilan's soul and body were strengthened like never before, and the hidden wounds left in the duel were also healed.

Looking at Rissadilan who was gradually recovering, Rohan stood up again, pulled out the Noldor Rune Sword from his waist and looked at Ildarian in the distance.

After recording all the faces of the Noldor elves present in his mind, Rohan pulled off the crown that decorated his hair, and then slowly rose from the ground.

"You are no longer qualified to choose your own way of death...I will imprison all of your souls, and then use them as fireworks to be released when I enslave the Noldor!"

(End of chapter)