Chapter 263: The Battle of the Five Armies (Part 2)

The palace of the Wood-elves was not large. To be precise, the palace they truly lived in was a complex and huge cave located underground.

The buildings on the ground, except for the city walls used for defense and a few defensive buildings, were mostly decorative facilities. Other locations were mainly flat land, quite suitable for riding and fighting.

Wayne and the Elf King rode for about three minutes and arrived at the place where the battle occurred behind them.

However, only a few short minutes had passed, and they seemed to have arrived a little late.

Just hearing a loud bang, not far from them, the city wall was actually smashed into a huge hole by a Troll wearing heavy metal armor after a loud bang.

Although the strong Troll was also dizzy due to the strong impact and lay on the ground struggling for dozens of seconds without climbing up.

But its purpose was indeed achieved.

After the city wall was broken into a huge hole, a small squad of about six fully armed Trolls rushed in immediately.

They were all war monsters that had been modified. One Troll's legs and arms were all connected with sharp blades. The huge body size directly turned it into a large meat grinder. Just casual stomping and waving could kill the Elf warriors surrounding it.

Others were equipped with huge maces or hooks suitable for bloodletting. These large weapons had astonishing lethality under the Troll's huge strength, and could even forcibly break through the defense of the Elf armor, easily causing huge casualties to the Elf warriors.

However, Wayne and Thranduil were both well-informed people. Just by taking a look at the scene, they immediately understood the severity of the problem.

Thranduil turned to Wayne and said:

"You go and drag those few Trolls, Wayne."

"I will go and block that gap. Before Tauriel and other troops come over, we cannot let the situation get worse."

Saying this, the Elf King pulled the reins hard, and the huge elk under him let out a loud howl, then carried its master and rushed toward the hole at a very fast speed.

The sharp antlers were like iron forks, piercing the chests of six Orcs at once, picking them up into mid-air like toys, and then having their six heads cut off by the Elf King with a sword.

And Wayne was not ambiguous either. He jumped off the warhorse, his figure like a flash of lightning, quickly rushed onto the body of the fallen Troll, and the Oath of Victory Sword in his hand mercilessly pierced the Troll's head, stabbing it to death on the ground.

Then he looked at the other six fully armed Trolls, pulled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and rushed into their encirclement without any fear.

Since the war had already started, let's take these few Trolls as an appetizer.

Soon, another three minutes passed. Wayne had already killed two Trolls on this side, and another one had been slashed fiercely on the neck by him, spraying a large amount of fresh blood, and was already dying.

Suddenly, a miserable wail came from Thranduil's side. The huge elk he was riding was stabbed into the chest by an Orc, ambushed and seriously injured, and could no longer hold on, limp and throwing its master off.

And the Elf King jumped off his mount nimbly, without time to grieve, trying his best to slaughter the Orcs, blocking that huge gap, and not letting more Orcs rush into the wall.

Unfortunately, two fists are no match for four hands. Although this Thranduil's strength was quite powerful, the two swords he held in both hands danced into a piece of gorgeous sword light, but he still could not resist too many enemies, and was soon forced into a corner by those fully armed Orcs, making the huge hole open, allowing more and more Orcs to rush in.

Seeing this, Wayne did not hesitate, casually took out a North Wind Bomb and threw it over, and then after those Orcs were all frozen, he used the Sixth-Circle Spell, Thundercloud Storm, on the space bracelet toward the hole in the city wall that was broken.

At the same time, he accelerated his speed in dealing with the Trolls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a very short time, a piece of thundercloud shrouded that position, and a large amount of lightning struck down, blasting those Orc warriors who were trying to rush into the city wall into charred corpses.

This Sixth-Circle spell delayed the pace of those Orc warriors very well, and Thranduil, whose pressure was relieved, also quickly solved those Orcs who surrounded him. Accompanied by neat footsteps, even the Elf troops led by Tauriel arrived at the battlefield here in a hurry.

And just when they thought the battle situation was under control and could continue to rely on the city wall to continue dealing with those suddenly appearing Orc armies.

Suddenly, a huge strange cry that Wayne had never heard before came from outside the city wall.

Then, amidst the huge noisy sound of rumbling, a huge Burrowing Worm with a body length of over two hundred meters and a shell structure all over its body drilled out from the position under the city wall.

As if having received some order, this creature with an extremely huge body size slammed into the city wall of the Elves in a collapsing posture, directly knocking down a large section of the city wall, and then quickly drilled into the ground, revealing countless Orc armies behind the city wall.

An Orc with a huge sutured wound on its head was riding on a tall Warg, standing behind a large group of Orc armies, commanding the Orc armies beside him.

Beside him, there were also some Orcs carrying huge horns and holding huge flags acting continuously, conveying this commander's order to the eyes of every Orc.

Without giving Wayne and Thranduil any time to prepare, after the city wall was knocked down, those Orcs carrying huge horns immediately blew a desolate and savage horn sound.

At that moment, all the Orcs and Trolls standing outside the city wall, as if they had heard the order for the decisive battle, immediately let out countless huge howls one after another.

Then, they looked ferocious, exerted all their strength, and launched a decisive charge toward the Elf troops behind the huge gap in the city wall.

And because he had killed a large number of Orcs and was already covered in filthy blood, Thranduil, who saw this, also had a very serious face. He turned his head to look at the Elf army that had rushed over in a hurry, without caring about his image, and roared with an extremely loud voice:

"Form up!!!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Hearing the Elf King's order, Guard Captain Tauriel and other officers did not have any fear and immediately executed this order.

As long-lived species, the Elf warriors who could live to the present were all veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

Even in such an urgent moment, their movements were not chaotic at all, extremely rapid, and it took less than a minute to complete the formation.

Before the Orc soldiers rushed to the front, they had already formed an extremely solid defensive formation.

Dense spears and shields were fixed in front of the Elf warriors. Except for the firm footsteps, facing those ferocious and terrifying Orcs, no Elf warrior made any other sound.

In this short time, Wayne had also solved the other few Trolls. He skillfully released the Magic Flying Carpet, and then before other Orc warriors rushed over, he flew into the sky.

And Thranduil did not fight hard, abandoned the injured elk mount decisively, quickly returned to the military formation, and began to boost morale and command the soldiers to fight.

In such a large-scale group charge, individual martial arts are negligible and easily drowned in the tide of the enemy. Only when reaching the stage of melee can individual bravery be brought into full play and expand the advantage of one's own side.

The speed of the Orc warriors was quite fast. After receiving the order to charge, they erupted with all their strength, shouting heart-shaking roars in their mouths, and rushed toward the Elf clan with their fastest speed.

Time on the battlefield seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

The Orcs and Elves, two races that had been hostile for thousands of years, finally launched the most ruthless slaughter today.

The Orcs charging at the forefront and the Elf warriors resisting at the forefront, facing the counter-charge of the two huge armies, they were like lives trapped in a meat grinder, and they didn't even have time to make a final sound before they gave their lives in the ruthless clash of weapons.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 264 =====