Chapter 2743

Less than five minutes after the war, the front wall of "yangu fortress" was broken. No, it should be said that there is almost nothing left in the front wall, and there is magma everywhere.

The number of elves' death and injury was not too much. The sense of crisis before Apollo's explosion made them escape. Su Xiao's purpose was not to kill many elves, but to break the wall, so he asked Buwang to place Apollo inside the wall.

"Kill!"

"Kill all these tree monkeys."

The grey beasts roared. The reason why they called the elves the tree monkeys was that the elves lived in the forest. Their common way of transportation was to hang on to the vines.

One big foot stepped on the molten magma of the wall, which made the orc soldiers scream forward. Fortunately, there were thick calluses on the soles of their feet.

The elves in the fortress are ready to attack. The grey beasts have just rushed through the smoke, and one arrow has hit them head-on.

A grey Orc soldier was shot through his head and fell backward before he could react.

"Draw your sword!"

A leader of the elves called out, "draw the sword" has a sense of ceremony, just like a knight dueling with the enemy, because of its own strength, it reveals calm.

On the contrary, the grey beasts, with their teeth and claws, and their weapons covered with dried blood, God knows how often they take a bath, maybe last year? Or a few years ago.

According to the sound of sword drawing, the sword of the elves is narrow, which is for the sake of beauty. The overall weight of the sword makes up for the lack of killing power.

"Fellow citizens, I am with you."

The long sword in the hand of Prince warren of elves points forward, and all the elves around him rush forward.

"Roar!"

The grey beasts with different weapons came forward. For some reason, they all saw red light in their eyes.

The elves in line charged at one pace, and opposite them were the hordes of orcs, a mess.

The weapons collide, the gold and iron are crisp, the sound of cutting and screaming is endless, and the elves show their elegance in the battle.

A smart elf warrior, with a horizontal sword lattice blocking the serrated broadsword, just after the weapons are put together, bang bang, the elf warrior almost bowed to the opposite grey Orc for a year, and he almost fell on his knees under the pressure of huge force.

Poop! Laugh! Laugh!

Blood flying, almost to the enemy's new year's elves soldiers, was cut to pieces, fell on the ground twitching fast to die.

It turns out that no matter how ritualistic the elves are in fighting, they can't fight.

The orc troops, like a torrent, directly enter the fortress. The demons and ghosts howl, causing the large group of elves to bleed and fall to the ground. The war tree man picks up the boulder with magma and throws it into the fortress.

Half an hour after the battle, the elves' defense line was almost completely broken, and the two sides began to fight in the inner alley of the fortress.

One hour after the war, the elves killed and injured more than 40000 people and were forced to retreat to the inside of the fortress.

Two hours after the war, more than 80000 people were killed and injured by the elves. Prince Warren asked to talk with Su Xiao and ignored it.

Three hours after the start of the war, a 100000 scale army of doyin Empire arrived, and Su Xiao sent 80000 Orc troops to fight against it. After 20000 troops were wiped out, doyin's troops found that nothing could be done, and the whole army retreated.

Four hours after the war, the elves killed and injured more than 100000 people. The elves Prince Warren surrendered and was ignored.

At the same time, the reinforcements of the dwarves arrived at a force of 60000, which was wiped out and scattered after 30000.

Five hours after the start of the war, the troops of the Empire came to the aid again. They were ambushed by their own Orc troops along the way. After cutting their lines, they killed more than 5000 enemies. The troops of the Empire retreated and stationed in the southwest side of the battlefield to form a defense line to prevent the orc army from attacking the central battlefield.

Six hours after the war, the Elves were almost wiped out. 200000 elves survived, only 7600 of them. However, it was difficult to control the red eyed grey orcs. The 7600 Elves were submerged by the grey orcs before they were captured.

Most of the buildings in the ruined fortress collapsed, and several wooden buildings were burning with fire. The bodies of elves and greyhouns were everywhere.

An elf warrior knelt on the ground, covered in blood, his body was shaking uncontrollably, his pride was killed.

Under the influence of the "bloody battle" effect of the title of war lord, the grey orcs became extremely belligerent and bloodthirsty. As long as the elves showed a proud attitude, the grey Orc soldiers said nothing and killed directly.

"Stay away from him, dougun."

The orc hero Walpole's face is full of murderous ideas. The bloodstains on his face make him look even more fierce. Several grey orcs around walked away angrily.

At this time, Walpole was standing in front of the kneeling elves, or if he was not there, the elves would have been killed by the grey orcs passing by.

In the cognition of all the grey orcs, Su Xiao can't disobey. The result is worse than death. More than 200 grey orcs have tried it. As for Walpole, he can't be too provoked and easily killed by the other side's first hammer.

"Where is your fairy prince?"

Walpole wiped some blood on his face and crouched in front of the Elven soldiers holding their heads in both hands.

"Tell me quickly. If I can't find out where the prince of elves is, I will have no food today."

When it comes to that, there is a worry in Walpole's eyes.

"He is, he is..."

Kneeling on the ground, the Elven warrior said that in the middle, he drew a cross sword from the rubble on one side and went straight to Walpole's chest to stab him.

With a swipe, the cross stabbed Walpole in the chest.

"Die, you lowly beast."

The face of the elves is fierce. Obviously, the elves have some backbone.

Walpole looked down at the cross sword that was stuck in his chest. He raised his hand, scratched his face with a sharp fingertip, and grinned.

"Are you tickling me?"

Walpole stood up and looked around.

"Tanyatan, he's yours."

Tamatan in Walpole's mouth is a demon. The demon floats above the Elven soldiers. Her beautiful face is red. She likes the beautiful men of the elves best.

"No, no, no!"

The Elven soldiers howled and were gradually wrapped in the black fluid of Tan yatan's lower body. Tan yatan also giggled in his mouth.

Walpole didn't go to see this scene at all. He drew the cross sword from his chest, looked up and down, and played the blade with his index finger. It seemed that there was a sound of wind.

"Good sword, this is the sword of the Elven prince? It's for white night

Walpole hung the sword of the wind on his waist. Just as he was going away, the faint cry of the Elven warrior reached his ears.

"You said, as if, where is Prince Warren?"

"He didn't."

Tan yatan, the demon ghost, first opened his mouth, but under the watchful eyes of Walpole, the black fluid under Tan yatan's body surged, throwing the elf warrior out, and his face flew away.

Half an hour later, Prince Warren, whose face was covered with blood and dust, was crushed into a three story stone building.

With a puff, Warren was kicked to his knees, which made the anger in his chest rise. The whole person was shivering.

"You are the prince of elves, Warren?"

Su Xiao is sitting on a wooden chair. Bu Buwang squats beside his leg. Behind him are two extremely strong grey orcs, and further away are the demons who are responsible for carrying tea and pouring water.

"Yes."

Warren hung his head askew. He didn't need to think about it. What the leader of the other side was going to do was to use him as a bargaining chip to extort food from the side of Al forest. This was what he could rely on. The chaos army was too poor to let go of the present opportunity.

"You said, how much food should I use your life for?"

"Hum."

The Elven Prince Warren snorted coldly. He was completely relieved. If he was a little flustered just now, he was completely calm. He could never lose the face of the elves. Of course, as long as the enemy gave proper respect, he would not mind letting eldarson ring out more food.

"Drag it out, kill it."

“！”

Prince Warren suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. He could feel that the enemy was not joking with him. He had a bright future. How could he die here because of defeat?

"I'd like to take it out..."

Bang, before Warren finished, the big fist of the sandbag swung down, and he was dragged out by several grey orcs.

Two minutes later, Prince Warren died at the age of 107. The cause of death was a cold snort.