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How fast can the most elite forest fighters go?

Lucinda didn't know that her horse was always at the forefront, and even Alves, who was an excellent rider, was left far behind.There is only one belief in the unusually calm heart.

Your Highness, wait for me!

When she hurried all the way to the elf camp in the west, it was just after a snowy night, her breath condensed into fog in the cold air, and the tattered clouds above the forest in the east were just blown away by the strong wind, leaking through the thin clouds. There are wisps of pale light.

The morning light was dim, and she saw the chaotic battlefield below at a glance.

The black horse neighed, and its front hooves stopped suddenly. In the valley, the dazzling blond hair flying in the air stung Lucinda's eyes at that moment.

That slender figure like a god, he was even wearing a silver robe that was definitely not suitable for fighting.A sharp sword is as powerful as a rainbow, and the sword's edge is as swift as starlight, and wherever it reaches, the souls of the orcs are harvested.

Thranduil, the most powerful melee fighter, deserves his reputation.

The blond hair fluttered in a mess, brighter than the morning light, and the icy blue eyes were empty and lonely, colder than the darkness.

The leader of the orcs was miserable, and finally seized an opportunity to attack from the west, but he never expected Thranduil to come.Of course, he didn't even expect that the long sword of the tall figure who appeared out of thin air with his guards from the very beginning of the battle would point all the way forward and directly in front of him!

Undercurrents surged in the cold air, and the orc leader was startled. The sword edge of the soaring blond elf was already heading towards him.The bone stick in his hand moved fiercely yet swiftly, barely blocking the long sword that had been stained with blood so that its original material could not be seen.The leader's arms ached from the shock of the mighty force, and he screamed angrily.The warg under him also became restless, because the golden-haired elf's toes were on its ugly head!

Leaping back in the air, lightly avoiding the heavy bone stick, the silver robe was blown up by the wind, the blond elf stepped on the head of the half-orc soldier who had just been pierced through the throat by an arrow, and moved forward again with his slender legs in mid-air He slashed at the beast's neck fiercely, and slashed down against the wolf's fangs with his right hand. The orc leader who was kicked to the ground caught the head of his mount that had been cut in half by surprise.

The next moment, the cold blade pierced through that head and pierced into his heart.The bone stick held by the big rough hand just swung it in the air before it dropped heavily.

There was a moment of eerie silence all around.Seeing that the leader was killed, the half-orcs were in a state of confusion.The few nearby were already roaring and waving their weapons, rushing towards the independent blond elf with a sword in the center.

Thranduil had already noticed the icy panting behind him, so he pretended he hadn't heard about it and was about to get rid of the annoying existence behind him with the hand of a half-orc in front of him.

But he only heard the sound of sharp piercing airflow and a scream, and the dark creature behind him dropped his blade and fell to the ground before he could fully turn around.

Turning his head away in surprise, his heartbeat almost stopped at that moment.

Unaware of the end of the snowstorm, the morning light first appeared, and the red-haired elf on the black horse not far away aimed at another half-orc behind him with his bow and arrow.His long fiery red hair fluttered in front of the snow-covered forest like the evening sun, and his familiar but unfamiliar murderous intent and unconcealed worry flashed in his emerald green eyes.The wisps of light penetrating through the clouds hit her pure white robe, and that moment was so beautiful that she didn't seem to exist in this world.

Even in the midst of thousands of troops, Thranduil's icy blue pupils firmly locked on the lifeless elf, and with a backhanded sword, she ended the life of the enemy behind her before she shot another arrow. .

Is she crazy?Who does she think she is?Dare to come here!If you think you know how to archery, you dare to come to the battlefield where flesh and blood are flying everywhere, even immortal elves are like ants!

Lucinda felt Thranduil's wrath in the midst of the commotion.

go back!This is not the place for you!

It's just that she is the kind of elf who will do it without hesitation once she really makes up her mind.

Just like the persistence of practicing archery for hundreds of years, just like the silence of many late night reading materials by candlelight.

Just as she rushed to his side through the wind and snow and starry night, just as she calmly raised her bow and arrow facing the bloody battlefield at this moment!

The silver bow tightly held exudes a scorching temperature. In the past thousand years, she has never been so familiar with this bow at this moment. It seems to be her arm, and its silent power has become a part of her surging blood!

Do not!

I come to stand by your side, I want to help you!

The steed galloped forward, its slender legs gripping the horse's belly, and its slender figure remained unshakable.

Is it because you told me never to forget the danger behind you that you never really swung your sword forward without hesitation?

The silver longbow was as clear as the moon, and the star-like arrowhead did not flicker even if it was on horseback.

So this time, please trust me with your back!

The pitch-black steed neighed, carrying the handsome elf down the high platform and headed towards the place where the golden figure was.

The ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, Thranduil turned around, and without a word swung his sword to cut off the neck of a half-orc.

The most elite archers in the south finally arrived.

On the back of the brown steed, Alves held up the command flag, and behind him a group of Silvan warriors in green and brown costumes were waiting with their bows.

The deputy commander raised his right hand high, and the flag in his hand tilted downward, pointing to the front where the blond figure was.

Thin snow fell from the top of the fir tree, and the elf warriors galloped forward, crushing the broken jade and chaotic jade on the ground.Youanta's bow is as high as the moon, and the arrows are as dense as rain and as fast as stars, piercing the enemy's throat almost without fail.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the soldiers in the rear was greatly boosted, and Thranduil's offensive also slowed down. This was a good opportunity for him to have a rest before he fully recovered and had to face a large number of enemies.He closed his eyes slightly with peace of mind, and his movements only paused for a second. After a while, his thick black eyelashes rolled up, his ice blue pupils shone with cold light, and his long sword turned into a shooting star again.

So, let's get this over with.

This bunch of bastards who don't know how to live or die, you'd better remember to me, the price for daring to violate our land!

The archery that Lucinda had practiced for many years finally came in handy. Although the ferocious half-orcs approaching were fierce and brutal, and kept coming forward to attack, her long arrows never failed.

Alves, who was fighting with a scimitar in his hand, caught sight of the black horse with white clothes and red hair out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Brian, that gentle and handsome elf, who looked exactly the same on the battlefield, cold and calm.

As if the blood of her father's generation had revived in her body, she was agile and vigorous, and her skill was not inferior to any Silvan warrior.Alves smiled slightly.

The situation gradually became one-sided, and the orcs whose failure was a foregone conclusion began to fall into the brink of despair.

So that conspicuous red hair gradually became the target of the red-eyed half-orcs.

Lucinda's speed was as agile as that of the forest warriors. When Oakes, known for her strength, unexpectedly swarmed up, she leaped high on the horse's back and fired three arrows between her fingers. The two orcs died on the spot. But the strongest remaining one ruthlessly pulled out the sharp arrow stuck in his abdomen, and the thick blood splashed out, staining Lucinda's fluttering white clothes, and even splashed a few drops on her cheek.

Strange but familiar scorching heat, strange and familiar scene...

She swung the Yuanta bow to kill the beast on the spot, but the thick blood on her face made her breathing suddenly stop.

The starry night came all the way, and she fought without any scruples under the fury. After a short pause, her body finally became weak for a moment.

The air is full of pungent blood, the elf warriors in green and brown hunting suits, the orcs fighting furiously...

Plasma... life...

Wheezing...rotten...

Her pupils contracted suddenly and continuously, and her breathing increased uncontrollably.

Brian...

As if that day reappeared again, in the sunless forest, under the coldness that froze all temperatures, his sharp arrows turned into the cruelest curse in the world, taking away those ugly, evil , the life of a species that should live forever in the abyss...

Those beasts who dare to invade the homeland of the elves...

He is the number one fighter in the Southeast, he is well-trained, he is calm and determined, and he should have survived.

but……

Her eyes were empty, and from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Oakes rushing forward one after another, and suddenly felt no fear or nausea, and just mechanically drew the bow and string.

But...too much...

Too much……

Those annoying gasps gradually subsided, and more and more bloody smells filled her nose, just like the cold winter hundreds of years ago.