Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1075 1057. Sacred Beast

This is a young forest extending from the dark jungle. The oldest tree in this forest is only as thick as two people embracing each other.

Only three wargs, working together for half a minute, can tear down a tree of this size!

All the elves are masters of archery. They are fully capable of jumping and moving on the trees while maintaining the shooting speed and accuracy of their bows.

  Shoot arrows at the wargs below.

 But the reason Legolas asked everyone to move away in such panic was because he knew that the wargs were not ordinary mindless beasts.

Such wolves with huge muscle mass and size are strictly speaking allies of the orcs, rather than domesticated war beasts or mounts.

　　Wargs are intelligent and even have their own language system.

It is common for wargs to throw the orc cavalry off their backs if they feel they need to improvise during a battle.

 Now is the time when the wargs think it's time to improvise.

When destroying the trees where the elves settled, these wargs would first pick up the orcs next to them, and then throw them on their heads to block the condescending arrows of the elves.

 The orcs are dead when they are dead. Even corpses can block arrows. If one slips down, another one will come.

Even if most of the arrows from the elves penetrated an armored orc corpse, even if the arrows could still be exposed, they would not be able to cause effective damage to the muscular Wargs.

Only Legolas, an elite archer among the elves, shot arrows as if they were blessed by the wind, with an air-piercing sound that was completely inconsistent with their size, and a frighteningly stable flight trajectory.

 Hit the orc corpses and worgs directly to the ground in one fell swoop.

Even though Legolas’s bow and arrows are of ordinary specifications, Lann estimates that the power of this man’s shooting skills is comparable to the dragon-hunting bow and dragon-hunting arrows of the Silver Knights of Irushil in the World of Fire!

 But this guy’s rate of fire is much faster than the Silver Knights!

However, although the elves in this world are all immortal and extraordinary races, Legolas is the only shooter on the scene.

 He can hardly sing with his palm alone.

 The actions of the wargs will not be greatly hindered by his firepower alone.

This group of muscular club wolves with terrifying teeth kept chewing wood fibers as thick as an arm from the tree trunk. After two or three bites, there was a gap as big as a man's head in the trunk.

 The wood chips flew away, and with just a few more hits, the tree's own weight could help the warg break itself.

 “Ouch~”

 “Kill them all! Kill the elves!”

 The unique language of the wolves and the roars of the orcs eager to taste blood mixed together and echoed in this small grove.

 During this period, there was also the sound of the clash of steel, the friction of leather, and the crisp sound of the xylem of tree trunks being torn apart and broken.

The patrol team of a dozen elves that originally surrounded Lan En is now moving back and forth from tree to tree like falling green leaves in the continuous woods.

And their transfer resulted in less time for shooting arrows, so the suppression force on the hundreds of orcs below also became smaller.

 The situation is getting worse.

Seeing it, the elves were about to be driven to the edge of this derivative forest. Further out, there was a meadow hill with scattered stones.

Even the elves who are as light as swallows cannot outrun the wargs in this kind of terrain!

 “Legolas! Think of a way!”

Tauriel's archery skills are not as good as his own prince's, but he is also the second most powerful among the elves in combat.

She shot an arrow erratically, and the two orcs who were running and screaming in excitement were immediately pierced together because of the brief overlap of angles.

 “I was thinking! Wait.?!”

The elves who were originally calm and elegant have begun to sweat on their foreheads, and Legolas, as the leader of the team, is under great pressure.

 But at this moment, the elves on the tree suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon.

 —Under the tree where they were, a long strip of land began to glow slightly with a bluish-white light.

 The land will shine?

what's the situation?

 Even the elves were a little distracted under sudden and abnormal circumstances.

Until a tingling sensation with standing hairs hit the body surface, and the long hair of the elves, which had remained supple during the fierce battle, also began to explode.

"This is." The elves, who had lived for who knows how long, finally reconciled their feelings at this time with the sights they had seen occasionally. Among them, those who came back to their senses began to loudly remind the people around them. "Watch out for lightning strikes! Lightning strikes!"

 “Thunder? Now?”

Legolas just turned around lightly, jumped onto the branch of another tree, and spun around to shoot a sharp arrow. He asked the elf who shouted in surprise.

Although he is the strongest among the elves, he is only over two thousand years old and is an out-and-out young man among the elves.

 And for the past two thousand years, the king has always cared about his child and never let him leave Mirkwood too far.

 So in terms of knowledge, Legolas was poor among the elves.

 But fortunately, there are many mature elves in his patrol team who have experienced a lot.

 “Jump again! Jump to the tree further away!”

Several elves reminded Legolas so eagerly. He was not a stubborn donkey like a dwarf, so of course he obeyed.     And the next moment.

 “哐婷~!”

The bluish-white shimmer on the ground became brighter and brighter, until it finally reached its limit!

Small arcs of electricity first danced on that long strip of land, and finally, in the blink of an eye, the scattered arcs connected together! The high-energy current penetrates the air, causing a harsh explosion and the special smell of the air being burned by high heat.

 Legolas felt as if he couldn't hear anything after that moment.

There was only a picture left in front of me. The orcs in the front row were wiping the black blood that had just spilled on their faces in horror, while the orcs in the back row were still pushing forward crazily.

The originally flat ground suddenly had a black mark, and even the earth and rocks on the ground were blown up and turned into a shallow ravine.

 And what about the wargs who were originally on that road, chewing tree trunks and shaking trees?

The blood sprinkled on the faces of the orcs in the front row was the blood that was spilled out of the body and roasted by the high temperature after the wargs were blown apart at the waist!

The picture in front of me is constantly moving, but there is no sound in my ears, only a buzzing that is getting louder and louder.

After a second or so, the harsh buzzing sound gradually changed from monotonous to noisy, and finally became a variety of sounds.

Most of the wargs that were blown apart at the waist had not yet died. They were whimpering, but the thick blood mixed with the internal organs fragments was flowing out of their mouths uncontrollably.

This is due to their huge muscle mass and size. The orcs who were originally beside them were directly smashed to pieces by the thunder that touched the ground.

 The blood was spilled out all at once, staining a large area of ​​forest land black.

 The orcs who came closer were all covered in a layer of paste.

Qilin’s two front hooves lifted off the ground, and he stood up and shook his head excitedly.

Its white mane flashes with blue electric arcs, and when fluffed up, it looks holy and majestic.

The blue-purple lens has long horns, and at this time it emits fluorescence indicating that it contains high energy and begins to shine.

 Among a group of dirty orcs and wargs, Qilin's figure is like a holy punisher descending from the sky!

 Tall, sacred, brave.

 And the person sitting on its back is even more so.

 “What is that thing, no, that holy creature?”

The Elf Prince of the Woodland Kingdom, holding on to the tree trunk with an expression of disbelief, looked towards the direction of the unicorn and murmured.

"I don't know, Huh, Your Highness." An elf who happened to be standing on a tree with Legolas was also looking at Qilin with his mouth open, but compared to Legolas, he was still breathing heavily.

"But I think it must be the beast of the great Manwe Sulimius. Only the master of the sky and winds of Arda is qualified to be granted the power to control the air and wind, and then form thunder!"

“Then who in this world is qualified to sit on the back of this sacred beast?”

Legolas asked next.

 And because of his powerful racial talent, the elf breathed well in a very short time and resumed his usual speaking speed.

 “I don’t know, Your Highness.”

“Perhaps from Valinor? But it doesn’t seem like he has the holy aftertaste of that blessed land.”

The blessed land of Valinor, the most holy place where the Valar and the Valli and Maia and even Ilúvatar dwell.

It is not in some inaccessible alien space, but on Arda, just across the sea.

Elves can sail across the sea at any time if they want to.

 But Valinorben is a place that every creature must reach in life, sooner or later.

 Out of attachment to their hometown and being bound by things in the mortal world, not many elves will set sail to Valinor early in their life journey.

 But he is still active and living in Middle-earth.

 “Don’t be stunned, help me!”

Lan En and Fluffy Ball both grabbed hold of Qilin's mane and firmly fixed themselves on the horse's back. The witcher shouted to the elves who were standing in the branches of the tree looking dumbfounded.

And because of the isolation of the magic rune cloth, Qilin can use its power to control thunder to a limited extent.

Qilin would become excited when using Thunder, and its hooves would fly around. Fortunately, Lan En had a stable weight. The flannel ball was almost floating when it was thrown by it. Fortunately, he kept holding on to prevent it from falling.

Immediately afterwards, the excited Qilin lowered his head, and the Qilin's gray horns, which were so sharp that even the golden lion's fist did not dare to confront them head-on, aimed at the remaining wargs.

With a hissing sound, Qilin threw off its hooves and rushed over.

In front of Qilin Cangjiao, the solid muscles are no different from newspapers. Can the muscles of a warg be as strong as a golden lion?

It seems true that their brains are better than those of golden lions.