The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 51 Raid
Because he is still underage, the resilient wing membrane of the fire dragon was torn open several times after barely resisting the giant crossbow arrows flying a few times!
And its gorgeous orange-red dragon scales were also torn apart by the shooting of the ballista, and a large amount of sparkling red dragon blood sprayed out like blooming petals.

"hold head high--"

The fire dragon wailed, trying to flap its rag-like wings to maintain its balance, but it still fell powerlessly towards the deck of the Black Ark like a meteor.

Seeing the 'Sister Lin' fire dragon falling from the sky, Luo Han's face changed drastically, he couldn't handle this thing!
"Quickly open!"

There was no need for Rohan to speak, the ballista players quickly scattered and fled, and the gunners who were farther away tried to move the ballista away. After all, the cost of two hundred gold coins per set was worth their risk.

Pong——

In less than ten seconds, the Huolong's huge body hit the deck of the Black Ark, and even smashed several Reaper ballistas around it, which made Luohan's heart ache.

The pirates who stayed behind at the Black Ark began to cover the evacuation of the gunners. At the same time, they took the chains and hand crossbows and looked at the huge figure in the dust and mist with vigilance.

Luohan pulled out Shangfang's sword and shield, and while praying that the anti-big bonus of the silver sword in his hand would have some effect, he ordered:

"The ballista is ready, aim, and wait for my order before firing!"

A dozen Reaper ballistas approaching turned their muzzles instantly, aiming at the hazy giant shadow in the fog, ready to fire at any time.

After the dust and mist dissipated, Luo Han and others discovered that the fire dragon seemed to have passed out, but...

A Black Ark pirate who was close to him bravely stepped forward, and after circling the dragon's body, he couldn't help complaining:
"Poor acting!"

I saw that Huolong was closing his eyes, and there were several bloody scars left on the wound on his abdomen. It seemed that he was about to die from serious injuries.

But the heavy breathing and the trembling giant claws still exposed the fact that it was pretending to be dead!
The fire dragon, who can't fly, has given up the idea of ​​escaping at this time, and only wants to kill Rohan as the lord before being killed!

Although this fire dragon is young, only a child over 1000 years old, it is still smart. It has already guessed that Rohan, who gave orders just now, is a hostile lord.

After all, whether it is an elf or a human, or even a green skin, they are all proud of being able to capture a dragon alive, so it thinks that Lohan will definitely try to capture it alive with chains.

(Dragon spends most of its time in deep sleep, and will only be awakened by the Dragon Prince when the war requires it, and because many dragons don’t want to fight, they just want to be dead fat houses, so more and more giant dragons and emperor dragons cannot be awakened up)
It's a pity that it has never honed its acting skills since it was a child, but another experienced elf over 1000 years old saw through its poor acting skills at a glance!

Luo Han didn't care whether the dragon was pretending to be dead or really dead, he wouldn't risk the ballista worth tens of thousands of gold coins on the deck being destroyed by the sea of ​​fire in exchange for the so-called glory!

After gesturing to the ballista players around his neck and then pointing to the fire dragon's neck, Luohan raised Shangfang's sword and ordered:

"put!"

Dozens of giant crossbows shot at the fire dragon's neck in an instant, and the fire dragon opened his eyes instantly, barely avoided the deadly crossbow shot at the neck, and rushed towards Luohan with a roar!
"Come on! You ugly bastard!"

Looking at the fire dragon that had grown its mouth and wanted to bite him, Luo Han could vaguely smell the stench in the opponent's mouth, so he swung Shang Fang's sword and slashed at the opponent's mouth!

A trace of disdain flashed in Huolong's eyes, how could a mere broken sword hurt...

"Aww—"

The sharp silver blade was like a hot knife cutting butter, and easily tore a big gash in the fire dragon's mouth. The scorching dragon's blood splashed from the wound, making Luohan wish that the basin would continue underneath!

The screams of the fire dragon spread throughout the battlefield, shaking the already disadvantaged high elf army!

They had all seen the tragic scene when the fire dragon was shot down from the air by Durucci's ballista before. Although they were full of confidence in the fire dragon, they still doubted the fire dragon's safety in their hearts.

But now, the tragic wailing of the fire dragon was undoubtedly the last straw that crushed their morale, and the morale that had been severely hit by the ballista became even more depressed.

Alasta was also in a hard fight, although each of his attacks could knock several Duruccis into the air, but more Duruccis would surround him and attack him with honorless backstabs!
The rapiers of the Desolate Swordsmen and the spears of the Dreadspearmen were not enough to pierce his armor, but the halberds of the Silvermist Guards did.

It seems that they have inherited Rohan's obscene style, and these unlearned warriors always use sharp halberd blades on each other when Alasta is fighting with others.

When the angry Alasta turned around to attack, the silver mist guards on the other side would continue to attack, constantly consuming Alasta's physical strength.

At this time, Alasta was no longer as vigorous as before. The original bright white breastplate was full of cut marks, and the white lion skin on the back was left with several holes due to the sneak attack of the Silver Mist Guards!
Two-handed axe, he attempted to split a Dreadspearman in two, only to find the blade lodged in the shield!
His physical strength is about to run out!
Looking at Alasta with a tired face, the fearful spearman showed an excited smile on his face. Could it be that the day when he kills the enemy generals and welcomes the glory and wealth is coming?
However, the iron fist wielded by Alasta directly shattered his dream, and also shattered his skull...

After pulling out the battle ax from the shield, Alasta looked at the Fortress of Desolation in the distance, seeing that the high elves' flag had not yet been inserted into the city wall, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

He has been fighting on the coast for so long, why still failed to take down this fortress?
Alasta didn't know that the siege troops he was thinking about at this time had already fallen into chaos!

Outside the Fortress of Desolation, nearly a thousand high elf archers are leisurely pulling their bowstrings, using precise and deadly rain of arrows to suppress the Drucci crossbowmen on the city wall whose range is not as good as theirs.

Every commoner of the high elves can use bows and arrows, which leads to the fact that most of the archers in the army are recruits, and only those elite warriors who have been selected and trained are eligible to serve as spearmen!

And these recruits who have not experienced actual combat training did not realize that a silent force behind them had already charged them!

An Azul archer standing in the last row was packing his quiver, when he suddenly saw a faint blue light flashing in front of him from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help saying in surprise:
"Huh? What..."

However, he soon lost consciousness. The last thing he saw before he died was a familiar headless body slowly falling down in front of a silver armored warrior.

These powerless archers did not expect to be attacked at all. In just one meeting, hundreds of archers were beheaded!
The ones who came were Ange and the Silver Mist Hunter led by him!
　PS: cold...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)