Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 22 Shot while lying down

  The female half-elf's shooting skills are very good, and she can often hit the eye socket of a wolf man with one arrow.

  Robin was lying in the grass at half a person's height, only showing a pair of shrewd eyes. He watched the female half-elf shoot a few arrows, and frowned slightly in surprise.

  Because the arrows shot by the female half-elf are amazingly powerful, they can often penetrate the head of the wolf man with one arrow. Even if the wolf man wears a helmet, it doesn't work, and the head with the helmet is still pierced by the arrow. Such an astonishing power is difficult for the archers as strong as bears in the imperial army to achieve.

   But Robin looked at her slender figure, and the brown longbow in her hand that looked more like a work of art than a weapon. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like she had great strength.

  The lord thought for a while, and opened the eyes of blood.

Under this view, the half-elf camp immediately turned into a mass of green. Every half-elf warrior was surrounded by a green mist representing the blood of the elves, and the female half-elf was particularly obvious. The mist of blood on her body was similar to that of Simon It was of the same level, and the thick one almost covered her whole body.

  And every time the female half-elf shoots an arrow, there will be a little bit of green mist on the arrow. It is such a little bit of green mist that makes her arrows amazingly powerful.

I see. Robin understood immediately. The blood power of this female half-elf is very strong. Although she is not yet an awakened person, she has already half-stepped into the threshold of an awakened person. The arrows she shoots carry magical power!

   But even though this female half-elf had some abilities, she couldn't save the overall decline of their camp.

   There are about a hundred gnolls on the attacking side, and they have surrounded the half-elf tribe, occupying an absolute advantage.

  These gnolls are also all equipped with iron and armor, although compared with the half-elf, their weapons and armor look dilapidated, and there is no aesthetic at all. But on the one hand, the wolf man has the advantage in strength, and on the other hand, the individual is stronger than the half-elf. The balance of victory is gradually tilting towards the wolf man.

  The situation is very bad for the half-elf, although every half-elf warrior fights bravely and bravely, and their weapons are more sophisticated. But the half-elves are not good at fighting. They have fewer troops and are weaker than the gnolls, and they don't have the madness of the gnolls.

  Their casualties are gradually expanding, and the line of defense is shrinking step by step. Some women are crying silently, and the cries of children are connected together.

  If this continues, their demise is only a matter of time. It's not hard to imagine what would happen to a group of half-elves if they fell into the hands of the gnolls. It was the greatest kindness to be hacked to death.

  Robin hesitated, should he make a move now?

  Let the two of them fight each other, wait until the half-elf is eliminated before making a move, then all the materials of the half-elf will belong to Robin.

  But it was a pity to lose these half-elves for no reason.

  Although the half-elves are weak and not good at fighting, these shortcomings are all gone with Robin. These half-elves are blood carriers, and Robin can use the system to awaken them into real elf warriors.

  In ancient times, elf warriors were not weak at all, they were powerful forces that could rival the orcs. The current situation is exactly the opposite. At that time, it was human beings who were weak and looked down upon.

  Especially that female half-elf, the concentration of blood on her body made Robin jealous. If she could be used for his own use, she would definitely be a hero unit like Simon.

  However, there is a prerequisite for all of the above, that is, the group of half-elves are willing to submit to Robin, which is the biggest reason for Robin's hesitation.

   "Leader, let's do it!" Simon said excitedly, lying beside Robin, ready to go.

   Iron Bear Warrior didn't think so much about Robin, he just wanted to rush down and kill the world.

  At this time, the female half-elf suddenly discovered the existence of Robin and the others. The highlanders were tall, and it was hard not to be noticed by fifty people crowded in the grass on the highlands.

  And the half-elves have very sharp eyes. They have inherited the superhuman sensory abilities of the elves, and their vision, hearing, and smell are far superior to ordinary people.

The female half-elf seems to have found a life-saving straw. Seeing her tribe step by step towards the abyss of destruction, she no longer cares about judging whether Robin and the others are friends or foes. Anyway, they are already dead. Dragging the forces on the high ground into the water, and having a three-way melee, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

  So she raised her hand high and waved it anxiously towards Robin, hoping that Robin would lead someone to rush down, but her obvious behavior was equivalent to calling the jackals.

   The Gnolls were in the middle of a fight, and they didn't notice that Robin was hiding on the high ground, but the female half-elf waved her hand, and they immediately spotted Robin's side.

   Immediately after, Robin saw a tall wolf man who seemed to be the leader yelled a few words, and then fifty wolf men were separated from the besieging troops and rushed towards Robin.

  Dividing troops on the battlefield is undoubtedly a big taboo. Perhaps the wolf man thinks that the half-elf is already a turtle in the urn, so he dares to divide the troops boldly. Or maybe they didn't think about anything at all, but were driven by instinct to kill all living things in front of them.

  In any case, the division of the Gnolls angered Robin, leaving him no choice but to join the battle immediately.

   "These **** are coming to us!" Robin stood up suddenly from the grass, followed by his iron guards, who also stood up in unison.

   "Kill them all!"

  The joining of the iron guards immediately changed the balance of the war. Fifty iron guards threw their guns in one round and killed nearly half of the rushing gnolls. Before the remaining gnolls recovered from their shock, the iron guards had already charged in front of them with their spears straightened out.

   There was no suspense about the outcome of the battle. After a while, all the fifty gnolls who rushed over died under the iron guard's spear.

  Every fallen Gnoll had at least one **** hole poked out of them. Even if they didn't die immediately, the bleeding wounds would kill them within ten minutes. The tattered armor on them played a certain role, but it only prolonged their life a little bit.

  The leader of the gnolls was very shocked. He had focused all his attention on besieging the half-elf tribe just now, but he didn't take care of it at a glance. The gnoll team he divided out was completely wiped out!

   Those were fifty wolf man warriors, and they didn't even hear a sound, so they were defeated too quickly.

  If it was a normal human commander, he must have realized the huge gap between the enemy and us at this time, but the limited brain capacity of the wolf man obviously cannot think about such "complex" issues.

   In other words, once they enter the fighting state, the killing instinct will occupy the high ground of their reason, turning them all into combat lunatics who only have blood and flesh in their eyes.

   This is why gnolls are looked down upon by many intelligent races. Although they walk upright on two legs, they are still a group of wild beasts driven by instinct.

  The death and blood of their companions did not frighten the gnolls, but made them even crazier.

  The leader of the gnolls roared, and the gnolls who besieged the half-elf tribe immediately turned their knives and retreated in front of the leader.

  The half-elf tribe, which was already on the verge of collapse, suddenly felt the pressure ease. The female half-elf leader stood on the roof of the carriage, just about to raise his bow and shoot arrows, but found that there were no wolf men around.

  There are still about a hundred Gnolls left. They don't know what formation is, and they gather in a random group on the grass. Hundreds of pairs of yellow eyes stare viciously at the iron giant guards that are approaching not far away.

  (end of this chapter)