Chapter 1076 1058. Containing the Darkness
A thunderous chasm forced the wargs to no longer dare to pounce forward.
The elves in the trees regained their footing, and the intensity of their arrow rain increased again.
And Qilin's thunder obviously did not make it feel exhausted.
It fought with the Golden Lion for a long time before losing strength after the last big discharge. Now it is just a ground discharge.
"Xilulu!"
Qilin stood up again, neighing excitedly.
At the feet of the orcs, a burst of blue-white light began to shine again.
"Bang!"
The thunder that fell from the sky exploded a large piece of roasted flesh and blood and high-temperature soil.
The soil was even baked into glassy pieces by Qilin's thunder.
"Back, back."
Lan En listened calmly to all the movements around him, and gently patted Qilin's neck and said to it.
The ancient dragon of the New World immediately hit its two hind hooves.
The warg who had the courage to come up and bite the Kirin's hind leg immediately collapsed without saying a word.
On the face with the huge mouth, the upper jaw had been completely broken off, leaving only the skin and flesh hanging on the still intact lower jaw.
And looking at the way it fell to the ground so simply, it is estimated that Qilin's kick just now should have pushed the broken bones on its face directly into the skull cavity and brain.
After a short period of time, the elves successfully annihilated more than 300 orcs with arrows until less than a hundred remained.
The orcs looked crazy and longed for blood and violence, but what they longed for was the blood and flesh of others, but they did not want to see their own blood flowing out.
At this time, many orcs were already running away screaming.
The wargs are a little wiser than the orcs.
After roaring at each other a few times in the warg language, there were less than five of them left, and they immediately escaped before the orcs were defeated.
After a noisy and messy battle, the originally quiet and natural grove was covered with a layer of orc corpses. The dirty black blood flowed out thickly, mixing with the trampled soil and humus. together.
Seven or eight big trees had their trunks chewed off by the wave of attacks by the wargs, and lay crookedly on the branches of other trees, with large pieces of wood and sawdust scattered.
The elves have not experienced such an abrupt and intense battle for a long time.
They all stood on the branches of the branches, each of them calmed down for a long time, and then quickly recovered.
Thanks to their generally high and terrifying basic quality, they naturally make the right moves in battle. Otherwise, with this mental state, it is difficult to say whether there will be attrition.
But it can be seen that they are just a little uncomfortable.
Being attacked by orcs without any psychological preparation, it was a passive encounter.
If prepared in advance, their long experience and experience are enough for them to maintain normal performance.
Lan En was riding a unicorn, and his tall figure walked easily on the edge of the battlefield as if nothing happened.
The elves stood on the branches of the tree, looking at the sacred beast not far away, and the people above them briefly waved to them, and then ran away without looking back.
"Where is he going? To hunt down those orcs?"
An elf murmured as he looked at the leaving figure.
"No." Legolas frowned and jumped down from the tree as light as a fallen leaf. "Remember what he said before? He is going to Changhu Town, and these orcs are running into the Dark Forest, not in the same direction."
The Elf Prince's leather boots carefully stepped on a messy forest floor. Every time the boots hit the ground, they would make a sticky sound as they stepped on the sticky soil.
This is soil soaked in the dirty blood of orcs.
"As I said." Tauriel followed Legolas from behind, his face heavy. "They are getting bolder and more powerful."
"The darkness is spreading!"
Legolas seemed to be infected by her words, frowning Look around.
Orcs have indeed appeared in the Woodland Kingdom in droves.
"I agree with you, Tauriel. At least a little bit."
Legolas sighed, and at the same time, he stretched his palms behind his shoulders.
There are two short knives there, tied to the quiver on the back.
The short knife, as always, reflects the elegant aesthetics of the elves in the smallest details.
Some kind of bone or teeth are used as the smooth and yellowish handle. The blade has a smooth arc and is forged with exquisite patterns.
Legolas reached out and pulled out the dagger without even turning his head, then moved it to his side.
While he was doing this, a howl suddenly came from the orc corpse at his feet.
"Ouch!"
It was an orc with jagged teeth that were so sharp that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. He had just screamed and stretched out his hand after pretending to be dead in a sneak attack.
The hand holding the knife was accurately pierced by the elf dagger, and then turned around to create a large wound.
Suddenly, the orc couldn't bear the pain. He dropped the knife in his hand and knelt down, wailing.
Legolas shook off the black blood on the dagger in his hand: "They are indeed too courageous."
With the dagger behind his back, Legolas called to an elf.
"Don't kill him yet, leave it for questioning. My father should be somewhat interested in his information."
"Tauriel, it's time for us to go back as a team." After saying that, Legolas prepared to walk into Mirkwood.
But after two steps, he turned back in surprise because he did not hear Tauriel's footsteps.
The female elf stood still and did not move. She just looked in the direction of the dark forest with a heavy and disappointed look.
"If you ask questions and get information, it won't change anything, Legolas. And you clearly know that this is a pawn."
"Then what do you want to do?" The Elf Prince frowned and looked at his guard captain.
"Even if we don't care about those giant spiders, at least we must know what the orcs are here to do! And stop them!"
Tauriel looked at the orc corpses on the ground with disgust.
The dwarves and the orcs are feuding, but the feud between the elves and the orcs can even extend before the first era!
That is a hatred that is older than the moon and sun hanging in the sky today!
"It must be not easy for them to spend so much energy chasing down a small group of dwarves. No matter what, I can't ignore it!"
"If the dwarves go to Changhu Town, then I will also go and see these things. Do the orcs really want to kill them after chasing them so far, and why do they want to kill them?"
"If you don't even know what the enemy wants to do, then there is no security at all in the Woodland Kingdom!"
"And even if you really know something from this little pawn, will your father, my king, the great Thranduil take action, Legolas?"
Tauriel raised the bow in his hand to signal.
"We must stop them with action! Otherwise, every time the darkness succeeds, their power will become stronger, and eventually it will reach the point where there is no cure!"
"Or as long as we close the door and live a peaceful life , the power of darkness will think that we understand each other and spare us?"
"I'm going to Changhu Town to find out. As for whether you want to fight against evil, that's your business."
Tauriel said in a tone that he did not want to discuss anymore and make a decision.
At the same time, he turned around and left.
Legolas pursed his lips and tucked the braid hanging down from his cheek back behind his pointed ears.
He looked at Tauriel's back. They were very good friends and had been fighting side by side for hundreds of years.
Fighting evil is not only the stories Legolas has heard since he was a child, the education he has received, it is even the nature of the elves.
They are the firstborn children of Ilúvatar. They naturally love true, good and beautiful things, and hate evil.
"Galian, you will lead the team from now on, take this tongue back and hand it to my father."
"Your Highness?!"
The elf behind Legolas screamed.
But at this time, the Elf Prince had made up his mind. He followed the elves' light and magical steps and followed Tauriel towards the north.
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Changhu Town, as you can tell from its name, is a town located on a long and narrow lake.
But unlike ordinary waterside settlements, it is built directly in the middle of the lake.
It was a huge rock in the lake, on which the town was built, and then there was a wooden bridge several hundred meters long, connecting the shore to Changhu Town.
The wooden bridge is composed of a series of floating boats and wooden boards, which is not reliable.
But because the residents of Changhu Town use boats to move more than walk on the road, people don’t pay much attention to this wooden bridge.
“This town doesn’t look big.”
Lan En sat on the Qilin and looked at the distant towns on the shore of the lake.
When the witcher was a guest at Old Tom's house, it happened to be the season from summer to autumn. After a lot of time, there was already a lot of chill in the morning.
In addition, a large part of the water in this lake is melted from the snow and ice water in the mountains not far to the north.
On Chang Lake in the morning, small pieces of floating ice began to float on the water at this time, and a thick layer of dense cold fog floated above the lake.
“But it looks messy!”
The flannel ball stood on Qilin's head, paws making a tent in front of his eyes, looking at Changhu Town.
The golden sunshine shines down from the horizon and shines on the gray-black wooden roofs of Changhu Town.
The population will continue to increase, but the base of the town, the huge rock in the lake, will not increase.
Not to mention that the Lonely Mountain not far away was captured by the evil dragon Smaug, and Riverdale City not far from the Lonely Mountain was also destroyed along the way. At that time, a considerable number of people in River Valley City fled to Changhu Town.
As a result, the houses in this town became more and more crowded and strange.
You press the corners of each house, and I press the eaves of your houses. They seem to grow, rising steadily.
People rely on boats to make a living in the narrow rivers left in the towns.
“It’s hard to find someone now, meow.”
Flannel Ball scratched his beard and said.
It knows about the extraordinary senses of witchers, but there is no need to think about this kind of town. The smell must be complex and strong enough. Even witchers should have a hard time finding dwarves here.
Lan En shook his head, pressed his head and pushed the kitten back onto the saddle.
“As long as the town is not big, we can always find it. But now we have to notify the town’s defense forces first.”
“The orcs are chasing them from Rivendell to near the Lonely Mountain. I don’t believe they will stop here.”
“And this is not a deserted wilderness.”
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(End of this chapter)