"Roar!" The fully swung warhammer smashed directly into Manikati. Feeling the immense force transmitted through his hand, Valfay used the momentum to flip through the air before landing back on the ground.
"Damn elf!" Onavil looked at the deep slash mark on his warhammer. The severed steel around it had even begun to melt, and the magical inscription on the struck side had been completely destroyed.
"Half-blood bastard!" Valfay glared at Onavil's face. His pointed ears and unusual appearance clearly showed that he possessed elven blood.
"I'll tear your skinny arms and legs apart!"
"You filthy bastard, you truly disgrace our elven bloodline!" Valfay's expression darkened.
Almost every Elf King was a sixth-tier top-tier professional soldier, but the chief of the Grassland Elves tribe was clearly not an Elf King. Though Valfay had the potential to become one, without the nourishment of a Magic Well and the faith of his people, he was currently only a fourth-tier High Ranger.
Facing Onavil, a Fifth Tier General, Valfay held no advantage. In fact, he was at a severe disadvantage!
"Hold back the Knight Order! I want to wipe out these human infantry!" Seeing Roland lead another knightly charge, Onavil clearly had no intention of allowing the Knight Order to successfully divide the battlefield. Sending those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them would suffice.
Onavil understood that the Knight Order was already at the end of its strength. The flickering Battle Qi Flame surrounding them made that obvious. Once these infantrymen were dealt with, the Knight Order and the Wyvern Knights would be of little consequence. Trading ordinary Orcs for the wealth and elite soldiers Sauron had promised him was clearly an enormously profitable bargain.
"So, you are the only defenders here? Once you're dealt with, taking Erebor will only be a matter