Stormwind God

The next moment, Sylvanas appeared behind Duke on horseback.

It looks like the two are riding on the same horse, intimately. In fact, Queen Greek didn't put weight on the horse's back at all, and she didn't feel any weight at all.

She pressed Duke's shoulders lightly with both hands, and pulled up from Duke's right rear. Having a wonderful natural fragrance breathed gently over Duke's ears, making Duke feel itchy.

Then, Duke suddenly found a strange touch on his right cheek.

That's the touch of red lips.

Different from Aurelia ’s soft kiss like a child ’s last time, this kiss feels between intimacy and warning, and between 'pro' and 'bite', it has a little rewarding nature , With a faint warning.

"Well, my sister looks like a great guy, this is a reward for your advance. But if you don't honor your promise, I will bite you a piece of meat in the same place." After the kiss, the warning of Queen Greek came in the language of the wind.

Duke touched his right face and couldn't laugh.

Is this a warning? Or reward?

Anyway, Duke was once again **.

Sylvanas's green figure flickered and disappeared, almost outrageous, and the graceful figure was also dazzling.

Over there, Gavenlad chuckled indifferently.

"Hello! You fail this guard!" Duke complained.

"As long as you command me to define Ms. Aurelia or Ms. Sylvanas as an enemy, my warhammer will definitely hit that beautiful face without hesitation." Gavenlad's face Has a bad joke.

The subtext is, do you dare Duke?

Duke wouldn't do it even if he had a brain pump. That's Queen Greek! It would be perfect if we could change history and save Queen Greek, no longer the queen of the undead queen, but a sweltering Sylvanas.

Remembering King Ryan, who was still alive, Duke suddenly had confidence.

But, can Sylvanas still be called Queen Greek?

Suddenly Duke was a little hesitant.

At this time, Gavenlad whispered quietly: "Fortunately, you haven't even wrapped up the fourth child, or you will become the enemy of everyone."

"What?" Duke froze just now, not paying attention.

"Oh it's all right."

The tribe's temptation really arrived the next day.

It was a raid at dusk.

Nearly thirty carriers rushed out of the sea almost at night.

The current tribe does lack warships, and the clever orcs solve the problem of non-occupation of sea in an alternative way. That's speed!

Quickly unreasonable! Demented fast!

This is not the latest build of iron golems, but an earlier batch made of pure wood. Lighter and faster.

The hull was ridiculously low, no masts, no ship building, and no deck was visible outside the entire ship. The exposed part of the sea was almost covered by defensive carapace, and the orc laborers covered a large number of huge shells on the top of the ship for defense.

What powers the Orc's fast carrier?

The answer is draining!

Pure manual power, does not contain any additive preservatives, oh, wrong, it does not contain any high-end navigation technology.

There is no rudder at all, and it is entirely by paddles to change course.

The whole boat looked from a high altitude, and you will find that Zhent is like a taxiing on the water ... cockroach!

Orcs' sailing is as simple as violence.

What if the big wave overturns the boat? What to do if the level is not enough to rotate at sea?

Chilled! Shen Shen Shen!

Orcs that can't come in handy have no right to survive. Orcs' life philosophy is just like this bird!

When 27 of the 30 transport ships escaped from the patrol fleet and rushed over the sea, a violent commotion sounded from Tobarad.

The first meaningless cannon roar sounded on the island of Tobarad until the ships broke the waves and completely ignored the possibility of recycling and rushing to the beach along the tide surge.

The sky faded at high speed.

Looking at it from a distance, most of the boats docked, and I saw a lot of black figures concentrated in one piece and set foot on a beach full of stones. There was no lineup, and the charge was completely scattered towards the hills.

Even on the hills, Aurelia can see these creatures with red eyes and green skin. They are tall, have no armor, and carry heavy weapons that are absolutely big. They run quickly here.

They wielded rough weapons, axes, hammers, machetes, and spears, many of them without metal light.

And they are many.

It's really hard to imagine how more than fifty people could be stuffed on those small transport ships that seemed to carry only twenty people.

Twenty-two ships, more than a thousand death squads. Night Attack!

This is no small pressure for the human regular army.

The exception is the High Elf Ranger.

It is not even necessary to observe the wind direction. Windrunners are already children of the wind. Aurelia lifted the emerald green bow, slender fingers and three green long arrows, and said a series without stopping Parameters: "Southwest wind, wind 2, elevation 3!"

Next to Alleria, the relatively silent Lilith Windrunner shouted abnormally.

"The wind is southwest, wind 2, elevation 3!"

Behind the Windrunner's two sisters, five hundred elite rangers followed and raised their long bows in silence.

If it is a human archer unit, perhaps a sharpshooter is required to lead the shot, and everyone will shoot in that direction, at least the landing point will not be too outrageous.

Human archer troops, playing with overlay shooting. Area killing depends on quantity and arrow density.

What about High Elf Ranger? Sorry! What a special sniper!

Aurelia's sturdy figure stood in the wind. The breeze blew her golden hair and raised her green cloak. She was a heroic female arrowhead.

"Three consecutive shots!" Aurelia whispered.

In the hands of these elite rangers holding two or three arrows at the same time, the bowstrings finally loosened, and more than 1,200 arrows rushed into the sky.

Shot at the same moment, there was also a look arranged by Duckett.

All the throws from the trebuchet were so-called arrows without arrows and feathers. What Duke asked for was this overwhelming sense of shooting, which was shown to the orcs in the observation ships.

The really deadly is the Alleria Ranger.

It is difficult for bows and arrows to give a fatal blow to a strong orc. This 'law' that has been counted many times is obviously only applicable to human forces.

For the high elves who are born to shoot and have dark vision and hyperopia eyes. The orcs' throats and skulls exposed to the outside are simply oversized targets.

In the second round of three consecutive shots, the orcs who attacked the beach were actually wiped out. (To be continued.)