Annihilation

"Attack!" Eowyn issued the order without mercy. This command meant that not a single living soul would remain in this outpost!

"Whoo~" A long whistle rang out—the signal for the Star Elves' full assault. Soon, Star Elves in every direction heard the piercing whistle. They pulled out their own whistles and blew a series of melodious bird calls, and at once, bird cries rose and fell throughout the forest.

"Hm? What was that?" An Orc centurion's ears twitched. The sound just now had seemed rather abrupt, and weren't these bird calls a little too dense? Birdsong came from every direction, putting it on guard. Unfortunately, it was already too late! An inescapable net had long been cast around their outpost! They were turtles trapped in a jar now, left only to see how Eowyn wished to deal with them.

The Elf Rangers who had slowly crept nearby raised their longbows, sharp arrows aimed at the Orcs exposed in the open.

At that moment, quite a few Orcs were still wandering around the outpost with unidentified chunks of meat in their hands, swaying carelessly from side to side.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Within seconds, the exposed Orcs clutched their necks or foreheads as arrows struck them, then collapsed limply to the ground.

"Hah... hah..." An Orc whose neck had been pierced lay twitching on the ground. Its torn windpipe made it wheeze from its throat like a broken bellows.

"Slash!" A swordsman passing by silently swept his blade across its throat, and the surroundings immediately fell quiet...

Calling it an outpost was generous—it was merely a gathering place made up of tents and wooden stakes. The Orcs active along the perimeter were easily dealt with by the Star Elves closing in from all directions. All that remained were the Orcs