No one knows where this green arrow comes from or where it is going.
The arrow was as light as a piece of rag blown by the strong wind.
It streaked across the sky above the land burned black by the flames, passed through the raging sea of fire, and finally floated dozens of meters into the sky. It was not that no orc dragoons noticed this strange green, but this green was too harmless to humans and animals.
But something strange happened.
An orc rode a red dragon and launched a dive that he had carried out countless times. His target was the human position north of the Thandol Bridge. Even though all the humans had fled, if the crossbows and cannons fixed on the hilltops were not burned, the humans only needed to rush out of the bunkers and once again inflict heavy casualties on the orc army that was attacking the north bridge.
At this moment, the green color merged with the green color on the neck of the orc dragon rider.
An arrow pierced the roar.
The orc stared with his eyes wide open. He had no idea why he was dying and when he was attacked.
The blood spurting out of the throat drew a long blood line in the sky due to the high speed of the flying dragon.
His eyes went dark and he fell off the red dragon's back.
Having suddenly lost its controller, the young red dragon seemed at a loss and quickly stopped its dragon breath.
Dragon's breath is not easy to deal with. It takes a lot of energy for a giant dragon to release it. The continuous exhalations just now have already made it breathless. Now that its rider has been killed, it is of course happy to free itself.
With a joyful roar, it immediately flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.
Before receiving the order from 'that', it longed to breathe the air of freedom. This thought made it quickly leave the battlefield and fly to an unknown place.
The orc's unfortunate experience attracted the attention of the Dragonmaw Clan's orc dragoons. They stared with eyes as big as copper bells, and moved their eyeballs at high speed, searching for the attack from the ground.
This is not an isolated case.
Soon, more green arrows flew into the sky.
No one knew where they came from, all they knew was that one orc after another was shot to death by one arrow.
"Where!? Where exactly?"
"Ah! Nazuru is dead, and Bato is dead too!"
The Dragon Roar Orcs were in a panic. The expected devastating victory did not appear, and they did not kill many humans. Instead, they burned a lot of large military weapons that seemed worthless to them.
The orcs began to fear the sight of that hint of green, and they even pulled the red dragon's reins when they saw the green, causing the red dragon to climb at high speed.
Those green arrows were like ghosts and could actually coordinate in various ways.
For example, an orc sees an arrow flying from the left, and when he is trying to dodge the arrow in panic, an arrow is shot silently from the right rear of his blind spot, ending his life.
After the twentieth orc dragoon was killed, no orc dared to ride the red dragon within a hundred meters of the ground.
At this moment, they suddenly discovered that the flames on the earth had been extinguished.
It's not that the flame has nothing left to burn, but that the flame has been extinguished.
The cold breath spread rapidly across the earth, and the rolling white mist covered every fluttering flame, extinguishing them in the cold.
As the cold air covered the earth, a large number of slender green figures began to appear and disappear in the icy mist on the ground.
Zuluhed was extremely surprised!
They actually let precious magicians use large-scale war magic to protect these elves?
I have to say, this is a genius idea.
No longer restricted by the limited range and narrow vision of the cover, the range of the elves' arrows was suddenly greatly improved.
This time, five orc dragoons were shot and killed at a distance of about 150 meters from the ground.
"This is impossible!" Zuluhed screamed.
This has completely surpassed the concept of bows and arrows and does not conform to any so-called common sense.
It is not easy to use a fragile longbow to shoot a giant dragon that is performing various evasive maneuvers at an altitude of 150 meters, let alone the orc cavalry sitting on the dragon who cannot be seen from the ground!
What a terrifying and mysterious archery technique!
It is totally unimaginable what kind of being could have shot such an arrow.
What emerged in Zuluhed's mind were projectile monsters that were stronger than ogres. If he knew that the real shooters were just two seemingly delicate blonde elf girls, I wonder how he would feel.
In any case, no Red Dragon Riders were close to the ground now. The lowest Red Dragon was three hundred meters above the ground.
Zuluhed cursed angrily. He stared at the tribal transport ship that was about to enter the bottom of the Thandol Bridge and gritted his teeth: "Well, at least I escorted the transport ship over and completed the mission of the chief..."
It was as if it was the biggest mockery of Zuluhed and his Dragonmaw Clan cavalry. At this moment, a pair of fearless humans rushed out of the bunker and ran towards a well-maintained catapult placed on the edge of the cliff, looking like they were going to use the catapult to finish off the transport ship in the strait.
Zuluhed was so angry that his lungs were about to explode: "Dive! Use dragon breath to burn those guys to ashes!"
"But... what about the elven rangers?" Every surviving Dragon Roar Orc cavalryman was still in fear. That touch of green had become an indelible shadow shrouding their hearts.
"Come here!" Zuluhed cast a spell at the dragoon closest to him.
Suddenly, the guy felt that there was a small tornado swirling around him, and he was overjoyed.
Wind Shield A shaman's protective magic, a wind shield made using the power of nature, which can effectively resist the shooting of various types of arrows.
The next moment, that guy rushed over. Not only him, but also several dragoons who were also blessed with Wind Shield drove the red dragons and launched a dive bombing towards those humans.
For the red dragon, a distance of three hundred meters is just a matter of two breaths.
The green flying arrow seemed like the god of death who had made an appointment to come and arrive at just the right time.
As always, it aimed at the vital point, but was stopped at the moment before the orc cavalry was about to be killed. It seemed that the weak wind would break through at any time. After several attempts to rotate, the green arrow just couldn't get in.
This time, the green Grim Reaper sighed helplessly.
"No!" Sylvanas exclaimed.
Just now, she had proudly used the Whisper of Wind to assure the crossbowmen of Stromgarde of their safety.
"Under my divine arrows, no dragon can hurt you."
She said so, but now the opponent's shaman magic ruthlessly broke her pride.
Sylvanas almost cried.
At this moment, a white light appeared...