one day ago…
"His Royal Highness, the old fortress of Dol Guldur is in front of us, and we have cleaned up the half-orcs along the way!" An elf ranger in chain armor shot several times from the treetops and came to Iovia.
"Dol Guldur... Amon Rance used to be the hometown of woodland elves, hills overgrown with grass... Alas! Damn Sauron!" A trace of tyranny flashed in Iovia's eyes as she rode the unicorn, who was also an elves The branch star elves used to be blood-stained black gates with the woodland elves. The relationship between the two clans is still harmonious. When the dark camp occupied this place, it was not only the face of Thranduil who was beaten, but also the star elves. Face.
"This time the darkness should dissipate!" Iovia's hand holding the handle of the knife had veins popping out. No one on both sides would know that the star elves would decisively send troops to Dol Guldur during the time period when they should have been recuperating. If there is no accident It must have been a one-sided massacre...
…
"Hey!" The black blood column spurted out, and a third-order intermediate ranger flashed out of the forest, and the elf machete, which inspired the sharp blade and hunting skills, whistled and swept away with the blade of fighting spirit. The head of the last half-orc in a patrol.
The fresh and pungent smell of blood came from behind, and the orcs in front smelled the clear smell of blood at the same time...
"laugh!"
"puff!"
"Shh!"
The elf rangers hidden in the canopy jumped down one after another, and the scimitars carrying combat skills created this carefully planned murder in the dense forest with flexible arcs!
After a breath, there were only a few orc corpses left in a pool of blood. Some of them had their heads cut off, some had their hearts pierced, and some were split open by their shoulders. Black blood was wanton in the darkness. Flowing in the jungle, black blood nourishes the dark forest...
After a while, a team of elves walked over quickly, and they slashed branches and bushes over the corpse, waving the sharp machete in their hands. With their efforts, a path that could only accommodate two people was opened up. The road behind them continued...to the end of the field of vision.
"We're not far from those bastards!" Iovia gently pulled out the slender elf machete around her waist, and more and more corpses along the way indicated that they were getting closer and closer to Dol Guldur.
"Be vigilant, don't be careless! We are very close to the target!" Iovia whispered, and someone would convey his order.
He raised his head and followed the looming gap in the canopy. He clearly captured the towering tower of Dol Gudo at a certain moment. It used to be the proud building of the elves, but now it is covered with thorns. Live in a dirty "black skin"! Iovia was trembling all over, they had no idea that the woodland elves who lost the old king after them would move north under the leadership of Thranduil and abandon their capital, Amon Rance!
"A great shame!" Like other elves, Iovia has an insurmountable arrogance, and as an elf king, he is even more arrogant on this basis! How can a arrogant elves endure the occupation of their own capital by others, even if they are not elves of the same branch.
The biggest difference between Iovia and Thranduil is that he has not lost his enterprising heart. The star elves' avoidance and caution are entirely due to their poor population base. Ya doesn't mind that Shuaijun kills Mordor and meets Black Gate again for a while.
Through the shadows in the forest, you can see nearly 3,000 star elf soldiers quietly marching in the dense forest. Their team is like a long dragon, and the dragon head points to Dol Guldur!
…
"Stop advancing!" Iovia immediately ordered after listening to the report of the scout assassins, and the entire team stopped immediately.
(There are many assassins among elf professionals, and assassins and rangers still have a lot in common. The agile skills and extraordinary talents of elves make elf assassins a nightmare for many enemies!)
one day ago…
"His Royal Highness, the old fortress of Dol Guldur is in front of us, and we have cleaned up the half-orcs along the way!" An elf ranger in chain armor shot several times from the treetops and came to Iovia.
"Dol Guldur... Amon Rance used to be the hometown of woodland elves, hills overgrown with grass... Alas! Damn Sauron!" A trace of tyranny flashed in Iovia's eyes as she rode the unicorn, who was also an elves The branch star elves used to be blood-stained black gates with the woodland elves. The relationship between the two clans is still harmonious. When the dark camp occupied this place, it was not only the face of Thranduil who was beaten, but also the star elves. Face.
"This time the darkness should dissipate!" Iovia's hand holding the handle of the knife had veins popping out. No one on both sides would know that the star elves would decisively send troops to Dol Guldur during the time period when they should have been recuperating. If there is no accident It must have been a one-sided massacre...
…
"Hey!" The black blood column spurted out, and a third-order intermediate ranger flashed out of the forest, and the elf machete, which inspired the sharp blade and hunting skills, whistled and swept away with the blade of fighting spirit. The head of the last half-orc in a patrol.
The fresh and pungent smell of blood came from behind, and the orcs in front smelled the clear smell of blood at the same time...
"laugh!"
"puff!"
"Shh!"
The elf rangers hidden in the canopy jumped down one after another, and the scimitars carrying combat skills created this carefully planned murder in the dense forest with flexible arcs!
After a breath, there were only a few orc corpses left in a pool of blood. Some of them had their heads cut off, some had their hearts pierced, and some were split open by their shoulders. Black blood was wanton in the darkness. Flowing in the jungle, black blood nourishes the dark forest...
After a while, a team of elves walked over quickly, and they slashed branches and bushes over the corpse, waving the sharp machete in their hands. With their efforts, a path that could only accommodate two people was opened up. The road behind them continued...to the end of the field of vision.
"We're not far from those bastards!" Iovia gently pulled out the slender elf machete around her waist, and more and more corpses along the way indicated that they were getting closer and closer to Dol Guldur.
"Be vigilant, don't be careless! We are very close to the target!" Iovia whispered, and someone would convey his order.
He raised his head and followed the looming gap in the canopy. He clearly captured the towering tower of Dol Gudo at a certain moment. It used to be the proud building of the elves, but now it is covered with thorns. Live in a dirty "black skin"! Iovia was trembling all over, they had no idea that the woodland elves who lost the old king after them would move north under the leadership of Thranduil and abandon their capital, Amon Rance!
"A great shame!" Like other elves, Iovia has an insurmountable arrogance, and as an elf king, he is even more arrogant on this basis! How can a arrogant elves endure the occupation of their own capital by others, even if they are not elves of the same branch.
The biggest difference between Iovia and Thranduil is that he has not lost his enterprising heart. The star elves' avoidance and caution are entirely due to their poor population base. Ya doesn't mind that Shuaijun kills Mordor and meets Black Gate again for a while.
Through the shadows in the forest, you can see nearly 3,000 star elf soldiers quietly marching in the dense forest. Their team is like a long dragon, and the dragon head points to Dol Guldur!
…
"Stop advancing!" Iovia immediately ordered after listening to the report of the scout assassins, and the entire team stopped immediately.
(There are many assassins among elf professionals, and assassins and rangers still have a lot in common. The agile skills and extraordinary talents of elves make elf assassins a nightmare for many enemies!)
