"Damn it! It's Trolls Berserker Hunter's poisonous arrow!"
The male Elves quickly helped his companion pull out the arrow, and looked at the wound that was bleeding black blood, with a look of despair on his face.
If they were fighting in the High Elf Kingdom in the north, they could naturally ask for help from mages and pharmacists, or use magic to neutralize toxins, or take a bottle of special antidote.
But this is the human territory that has just ended Tribal Era. There are neither mages nor pharmacists, only some superficial knowledge of herbal medicine.
In the eyes of High Elf, those so-called "doctors" are basically no different from lucky ones.
Whether the wounded and sick can be cured depends entirely on luck and physical fitness.
As for the functions of the herbs boiled into soup, they are mostly for psychological comfort.
There are very few therapeutic and interpretive elements in it.
"Kill me!"
Female elf made a decision immediately without any hesitation.
Because she understood that if she fell into the hands of those Trolls alive, she would never die cleanly.
With the hatred between Elves and Trolls, coupled with their status as women, becoming a captive means torture and humiliation, until the abused inhuman form will be brutally eaten.
As an elite member of Ranger Corps, she had seen too many miserable situations when villages were captured by Trolls, so she would rather die in the hands of her companions than fall into the hands of Troll Headhunter.
"But..."
Male Elves is obviously a little intolerant.
Although the two of them did not have a personal relationship like that between a man and a woman, they were comrades who walked side by side through the Amani Troll-controlled area. How could they not hesitate when it was time to part ways like this?
"Stop talking nonsense! Take action quickly! Do you want to see me fall into the hands of those headhunters?" Female elf urged with a ferocious expression.
As the poison continued to spread, her whole body was paralyzed and unable to obey her orders, and the chasing Troll Headhunter were getting closer and closer. If they didn't take action, neither of them would be able to escape.
Although every Elves who joins Ranger Corps is ready to sacrifice, they both still shoulder the mission delivered by Sun King and the parliament.
So before meeting the human emperor, make sure at least one of them is alive.
"Sorry!"
The man Elves suppressed the grief in his heart, suddenly pulled out a dagger, aimed at the bone seam under his ear, and stabbed it hard.
This location was chosen because it can immediately destroy the brain and minimize the pain of death.
But the moment the dagger touched the giant skin, the ground suddenly began to shake, followed by a rumbling sound that came closer and closer.
Male Elves immediately stopped all movements, raised his head and stared into the distance with wide eyes.
I saw dust suddenly rising all over the horizon in the distance!
The next second...
Thousands of cavalry rushed out of the dust and crashed into the unprepared Trolls army at extremely fast speeds.
The soldier at the front was holding a flag symbolizing Emperor Arathor Empire!
Emperor Thoradin's reinforcements finally arrived at the critical moment.
Allen, who was fighting to the death with Troll Warlord and Dragonhawk God High Priest, undoubtedly saw this. He immediately drove away these two difficult guys with a sword, wiped the mixture of sweat and blood on his face, and said meaningfully, "It seems that I won!"
"Reinforcements? How is this possible!"
Seeing Knight Order headed by Artoria rushing into the crowd and killing them, Troll Warlord finally became a little panicked.
Because the reason why he dared to take a huge risk and choose to siege the city and launch an attack was because he knew that Stromgarde was quite far away from here. In addition, it would take a certain amount of time to gather the army, so it was impossible to have reinforcements in a short time.
But the scene before him completely overturned his previous judgment.
"From the moment you walked out of the mountain, I have sent a messenger to notify Stromgarde. Guess, why did our emperor wait until now to show up?" Allen asked in a slightly mocking tone.
"He uses you and your territory as bait, and has been waiting... for the best time to attack!"
Dragonhawk God's High Priest instantly broke into a cold sweat, and his falcon-like pupils showed fear.
"Correction! I voluntarily became the bait!" Allen shook the sword body and hilt that had been soaked in blood.
Although at this moment, whether it is physical strength, Life Energy, or magic power, he is almost in a state of exhaustion, and there are many traces of burns and cuts on his body, but he feels more calm than at first.
As for the reason, of course it was the beautiful figure who rushed to the front, wearing silver armor and killing at least three Trolls Warrior every time he swung his weapon.
With Artoria here, Allen doesn't think that High Priest, which is just a fusion of Dragonhawk God Incarnations, can make any waves.
You must know that in these years Artoria has focused his energy wholeheartedly on cultivation and has not been involved in anything related to politics at all.
So if Allen's current physical level can barely compete with those of Wild God, then Artoria can completely suppress them, or even kill one or two of them.
Notice!
The killing here does not mean that like Orcs hero Grom·Grommash Hellscream, first drink Demon Blood's Orcs to weaken the power of the demigod Cenarius, and then go up to do the killing yourself.
Instead, in a one-on-one battle, defeat or even kill your opponent with pure strength and swordsmanship.
"Voluntary?"
The Overseer subconsciously glanced at the fortress that had been damaged almost beyond repair, as well as a large number of houses that were set ablaze by flames.
As a lord, Allen undoubtedly paid a very heavy price in this war.
Whether it was the burned villages, the dykes dug by the lake, or this bustling town that was supposed to be home to a large population, everything was finished.
Troll Warlord I really can't imagine why a lord would do this under the human enfeoffment system.
A reward from the emperor after the war?
Or is it for fame?
Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance to ask.
It only took a few minutes for Artoria, who was riding Warhorse, to cut a bloody path and slash down hard with the shining golden sword in his hand.
clang!
Mars splashes everywhere!
The weapon in the warlord's hand was filled with a lot of magic and curses. He almost didn't hold it and let go of it on the spot. His pupils expanded, contracted, and then expanded again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He never thought that a human could completely crush him in terms of strength.
After passing by, Artoria quickly controlled Warhorse to turn around, and happened to stand on the open space less than fifteen meters away from Allen. He pursed his lips and joked, "I didn't expect that I would see you in such a mess one day. Are these two opponents difficult to deal with?"
"Do you think it's just the two of them? Look at the corpses on the ground. I killed them all by myself." Allen turned Byakugan over angrily.
From the beginning of the war to now, he has killed three to four thousand Trolls Warrior, many of whom have excellent combat skills and experience.
If he had not practiced the Life Energy system, any other famous mortal hero in Azerath history would probably have died of exhaustion.
"Alone? Where are your soldiers? Where are the reinforcements brought by Ignatius?" Artoria subconsciously frowned and turned his gaze to the burning town behind him.
"I asked them to take refuge in the cellar. Be careful! Don't let that High Priest transform or control the fire element energy unscrupulously, otherwise hundreds of soldiers can be burned to death in an instant." Allen reminded in a serious tone.
"In other words, this is the highest priority problem that needs to be solved, right?"
With that said, Artoria turned over and dismounted and patted the mount's butt, signaling it to run away.
She still prefers fighting on foot to charging on horseback.
Allen nodded without thinking, "Yes! If we don't deal with him, all the reinforcements will be in danger. In addition, the warlord cannot take it lightly. The toxins and curses attached to his weapons will cause a very terrible reaction once the skin is scratched and comes into contact with blood. Even I can't come up with any good solutions for the time being."
"OK! Got it!"
As the last word blurted out, Artoria immediately took up his sword and rushed forward, launching a violent attack.
The speed of her sword swing was so fast that the warlord and High Priest were unable to parry together. They could only keep retreating and let the surrounding cannon fodder come up to die, in order to gain a short respite.
Seeing that the defeat was certain, High Priest immediately jumped back continuously to distance itself, and quickly changed into the form of Dragonhawk. With one wing and an auxiliary wing at the rear, it struggled to take off, or at least escape from the battlefield first.
But just as he started to take off before jumping up, Allen caught up with him, and Doorplate Greatsword struck hard at the last intact wing.
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere!
High Priest let out a scream and immediately failed to take off. Under the action of inertia, it rolled and flew seven or eight meters away. It barely stopped until it hit a big tree.
"Want to run away? Naive!" Allen sneered and mocked.
As a rather vengeful person, he would not forget that it was the other party who set fire to the fire and destroyed the only town in his territory that was used for trade and commodity exchange.
What's more, he also hopes to kill the opponent so that the giant sword in his hand can be promoted to a weapon of legendary quality.
"Asshole! Do you really want to fight to the death?" High Priest asked through gritted teeth.
"Idiot! We have been fighting to the death for a long time! Come on! Let me see the real Dragonhawk God Gayle! With your ability, you should be able to release it completely, right?"
With that said, Allen has begun to mobilize the last energy in his body, all of which are concentrated on the giant sword, causing it to release the destructive and dazzling fire again.
"Very good! You asked for this! Then come and see the power of Dragonhawk God Gayle!" High Priest roared loudly with a ferocious face.
moment!
He released his imprisonment and control over Gayle Incarnations, and sacrificed everything including his body and soul to Dragonhawk God.
In just a few seconds, the already huge Dragonhawk doubled in size again, and at the same time, it suddenly released monstrous flames all around.
Many human soldiers and Trolls Warrior who were fighting had no time to dodge or escape before they were engulfed by the flames and turned into puddles of unrecognizable black char.
When the flames dissipated, Dragonhawk in the center still recovered all its injuries like a phoenix bathed in flames, and even the lost wings grew back for some reason.
The most important thing is that there are no longer those worldly emotions in its eyes, replaced by a kind of pure wildness.
There is no doubt that this is Dragonhawk God Gayle, not the previous body controlled by High Priest.
If it were normal times, Allen would be very happy to communicate with such intelligent and long-lived creatures.
But now, Gayle is obviously not ready to communicate with him.
After a brief confrontation, Dragonhawk immediately flapped its wings and instantly summoned hundreds of fireballs, all of which smashed towards the location of Allen.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
After a deafening explosion, the area hundreds of meters ahead had completely turned into a scorched earth purgatory.
The armor and weapons left behind by the dead soldiers had been turned into hot molten iron by the high temperature and flames.
Such a terrifying scene not only stunned Emperor Thoradin who personally commanded the army, but also those Trolls who were still desperately resisting.
Unfortunately, this massive attack did not hurt even a hair on Allen.
With the Fire Resistance brought by the giant sword in his hand, as well as his control over magic energy and elemental energy, ordinary fire magic has no effect on him.
"Not good!"
Seeing the large-scale killing that Dragonhawk God could cause, Artoria glanced at Troll Warlord and immediately tried to run over to support.
But Gayle had already noticed this human being who could threaten him, and immediately spit out a hot tongue of fire from his mouth, forcing Saber to raise his sword covering Life Energy to block.
It itself took advantage of this opportunity, flapping its wings to take advantage of the updraft, hoping to fly higher.
But how could Allen allow the prey to escape from under his nose? He immediately jumped high and deep, raised the giant sword in his hand above his head, aimed at the position near Dragonhawk's neck and slashed it with all his strength.
"Open it for me!!!!"
Boom!
With the last bit of energy left, the sharp sword blade finally tore through the layer of energy protection on Dragonhawk God's body, creating a bone-deep gash close to the main artery in his neck.
The blood, as hot as magma, suddenly spurted out as if desperate, burning half of Allen's sword-holding arm.
But even so, Allen still had no intention of letting go. Instead, he put his other hand up and thrust the giant sword deeper bit by bit despite the severe pain.
He could feel that this sword was drawing strength from Dragonhawk God Gayle's blood, and even the shape of the sword body had undergone irreversible changes.
At this time, you cannot let go, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain.