Chapter 18 17. Luck and Misfortune

"whoosh"

The sharp arrow brought out a spray of blood in the light of the dawn, brandishing the weapon, the orc who rushed out of the forest hadn't let out the first roar, his robust body was like a punctured balloon, and In an abrupt gesture, he fell to his knees on the ground.

The ferocious weapon fell into the forest full of fallen leaves. His thick hands held his throat with difficulty, trying to block the blood gushing wound, and it seemed that he was trying to grab something that had been pulled out of his body. s things.

"boom"

In the end, the lifeless green-skinned orc knelt on the ground. Behind him, the orc, who was stimulated by the death of his companion, became more and more furious and rushed out. Empty, there was nothing in the quiver behind him.

"boom"

A black figure jumped up from the forest and hit the ground in front of Lor'themar like a cannonball. In the small open space of this forest, the eyes of Reid Blackhand, who was holding a red saber, were already filled with blood-red eyes. shine.

He clenched the saber in his hands with both hands, took a step forward, and slashed down fiercely, not giving Lor'themar any chance at all.

"boom"

The ranger held the bow in both hands, and stood in front of him like a melee weapon, barely blocking the blow. When the faces of the two approached, Reid's ferocious face was full of brutal killing intent. .

"You are dead! Elf! Your companion is dead too!!"

"boom"

Lor'themar's body fell backwards, and the moment his back hit the ground, he kicked out his legs and put them in Reid's abdomen, kicking the vicious orc back two steps, but the next moment, the three weapons fell He slashed at his body lying on the ground from three directions.

"clap clap"

"boom"

When the weapons collided, the huge war bow couldn't bear the pressure, and it exploded in Lor'themar's hands, but it also bounced off the deadly weapon for him. Taking this opportunity, Lor'themar jumped from the ground with both hands Dancing on the belt, two red daggers appeared in his hands. He crossed the daggers in front of his eyes, and stared at the orc in front of him without shrinking. Half of his cheeks were already covered with blood. Obviously, Reid's hateful blow just now , not without fruit.

"swish"

The red saber slashed down like a command knife, and the cold voice entered the ears of everyone present.

"kill him!"

"Is this... is this the end?"

Lor'themar looked at the tall orc who was rushing towards him, he clenched the handle of the knife tightly, a flash of despair flashed in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I...I may...not be able to follow you anymore."

"Kill that elf! Get Zul'jin's head back!"

Red Blackhand's roar resounded in the forest, like a spell calling for death, constantly strangling Lor'themar's limited time.

"boom"

The orc's powerful attack was dodged by the red-clothed ranger. The dagger in his hand pierced the cumbersome orc warrior's chest one after another. When his wrist was turned, the fast beating heart was broken in two.

And the next moment, Lor'themar's body and the body of the orc warrior were concentrated from behind by a heavy hammer, and both of them rolled and fell to the ground.

Lor'themar's consciousness was almost blurred. The dagger in his hand flew out from the blow just now, and landed somewhere. The ferocious war hammer that fell.

"it's over..."

This was the last thought that crossed Lor'themar's mind, but just as the orc grinned and was about to smash the ranger in front of him into meatloaf, a loud and clear hawk sounded in the darkness, making the orc pause. One second, the next moment, a dazzling silver thunderbolt fell from the sky in a daze.

"boom"

The orc who was attacking was like a smashed bag full of blood, spurting blood wildly, and flew out in another direction.

It wasn't until this time that Red saw clearly the true face of the lightning... It was a silver one-handed warhammer, designed to look like a throwing axe, a warhammer specially used for throwing combat.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the place where the warhammer flew. Above their heads, in the sky shrouded in the first ray of dawn, more than 20 beasts flapping their wings, the front half of which was a giant eagle, and the back half of which was a lion, flew from the sky. Like hunting for prey, it rushed down crazily.

And behind the beast, there are Griffin Knights wearing leather armor, engraved with war patterns all over their bodies, and roaring like thunder. They are very short and have wild totem war patterns on their cheeks. The flying griffin wore a leather saddle. Although it had been domesticated, the ferocity of the beast had not been soothed.

"Get out of Wildhammer territory! Green-skinned orcs! This is Sky Fury!"

"Swish Swish Swish"

In an instant, more than 10 to 10 identical silver flying hammers fell from the sky. Reid Blackhand swung the saber in his hand and swung the two hammers flying towards him. He looked back and saw the orc warriors following him They were all knocked down by this terrifying flying hammer, and that damned elf fell on the ground without knowing his life or death, without suffering the slightest attack.

"Damn shorty!"

Black Hand cursed, and rushed towards Lor'themar with flying hammers flying all over the sky. He wanted to finish this damned ranger and bring back Zul'jin's head by the way, but the moment he approached Lor'themar , a figure like an iron bucket jumped down from the griffin above his head, he waved a hammer as big as his body in the air with both hands, let out a piercing battle roar, and crazily smashed towards the head of the black hand.

"boom"

Black Hand's surprise attack was interrupted by this blow, he took several steps back, looked at the dwarf who was sticking to the elf's side, and charged forward again with his saber in hand, cursing loudly:

"Where did you come from, the dwarf who didn't know how to live or die, get out of here!"

"boom"

The weapons collided again, and the strength that Red was proud of did not have the upper hand in front of this dwarf knight with a beautiful golden beard. .

"Roar!"

"I am Alfonso Thunder! I am the son of the Wildhammer! Sky Wing!"

This lunatic dwarf was reeking of alcohol all over his body, attacking wildly like a full-fledged berserker, and when he was hit, he simply jumped up from the ground, holding a huge warhammer tightly in both hands, and slammed at Red's head hit him.

"I don't need wings! I can fly in the sky too!!"

"boom"

This powerful blow completely cut off Red's idea of ​​killing Lor'themar, because amidst the roar of this mad dwarf, several dwarves also followed his attack and shot at the griffin passing by at low altitude. He jumped down and knocked the two orcs who were still resisting to the ground. If Red Blackhand, who was already alone, didn't leave, I'm afraid he would have no chance to leave.

"Ahhh!"

Unwilling to fail, Red roared and kicked Alfonso, the griffin rider who was still about to charge up. He cast a vicious glance at Lor'themar who was being protected by the dwarves. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked away. rushed into the forest behind.

"Alfonso! What happened to you? Did you get bitten by an orc? Hahahaha"

The leader of the Griffin Rider, Kurdran the Wildhammer dwarf warrior, amidst the cheers of his companions, swung his hammer and smashed the head of the last orc who fell to the ground. He waved his hand at his good friend, The latter who was kicked away by Red got up from the ground in some embarrassment, rubbed his butt, and walked towards his companion cursing.

Wildhammer dwarves are free-spirited, rougher and more forthright than their Khaz Modan kin.

While the reckless dwarves were celebrating their victory, a curious dwarf reached out and untied the bag from Lor'themar's waist, and after only one glance, he let out a scream.

"Come and see! This sissy elf hacked a troll and cut off his head!"

"Oh? Show me!"

Kurdran was a little surprised, he stretched out his hand to take the head of the troll handed over by his companion, and after only one glance, his two small eyes suddenly widened.

"No! Look at the spell on this head! This is no ordinary troll... this is at least a troll high priest!"

His eyes fell on the dying elf again, and a touch of respect flashed in Kurdran's eyes:

"It seems that we rescued a great person, treated him, and brought him back to Eagle's Nest Mountain. This time, I want to see how Falstad will punish us!"

The wildhammer dwarves' wild way of life means they have no priests, but instead, within their clan, there is a faith that has been abandoned by most dwarves, the shaman.

An old shaman following the Griffin Rider took a big gulp of wine, walked up to Lor'themar, and was about to call the spirit of flowing water to heal the elf, when Lor'themar opened his eyes and grabbed his hand arm.

"Go...go save my...companion!"

"Tyrion...no, go save...Tyrion! Please, please..."

"Um?"

Kurdran heard Lor'themar's request, but before he could ask further, the seriously injured elf fainted again under the emotion.

The Wildhammer Gryphon Knight scratched his head, turned to look at his brothers, and finally, he waved his fist:

"Alfonso, my bravest brother, you and I will go to other places to see. According to this elf, there seem to be other elves fighting here. We can't let those green skins continue to be arrogant!"

"Others, send this head and this warrior elf back to Eagle's Nest Mountain, we will go back soon!"

At the same moment when the Griffin Knight took off again, Tyrion, who was caught in a mortal battle, didn't know that Lor'themar had already found reinforcements for him, and now he didn't have extra time to think about it.

He's fighting for his life...

People always think that birth comes with a loud bang, but death is silent, everything is born with a bang, but ends with a weeping...but let me tell you a secret...the end, the end of everything , especially the craziest deathmatch, is the most sonorous epic!