Chapter 319: The use of trebuchets is prohibited!

How come there are so many elves?
Looking at the dense figures escaping from the forests on both sides, the two human mercenary leaders subconsciously glanced at each other, and they saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.
The Lord is on!
Are we hallucinations?
It's just...the mercenaries who fell on the periphery and died under the arrow are telling them that this... is definitely not an illusion!
"No! Impossible! There can be so many elves in the Fairy Forest! And the elves can't be as crazy as them! They must be fake!"
Cynthia lost her voice.
Keynes squinted his eyes and looked back at the only silver mage in his mercenary group.
And the silver mage saw the sight cast by his head, and instantly understood what he meant, and immediately chanted a spell, throwing an identification technique at the elves who rushed up...
And soon, the mage's expression became very surprised:
"They...really elves!"
Really an elf?
Keynes took a breath.
Being able to enclose a team of more than 5,000 mercenaries in an instant, this shows that there are more enemies than them!
And these guys... are they really elves?
Those long extinct ears that are about to be caught, when are the streets so bad?
Where did these elves pop up?
For a time, the doubts in Keynes' heart even overwhelmed the dignity brought about by being surrounded.
However, he also found that although these "elves" were numerous in number, their strength was limited, almost all of them were in the middle or lower positions of the black iron, and even the upper positions of the black iron were few, let alone the silver rank.
I saw his eyes flashing, and he quickly shouted:
"They are not strong, everyone stabilized their formation and started to fight back!"
"Break them! Capture them! These are countless golden pounds!"
The command of the regimental commander was like a heart booster, quickly soothing the mercenaries who had become chaotic because of the ambush.
And the excitement of seeing the elves at first began to spread among the mercenaries...
Elf... this is an elf!
The leader is right, the elves are golden pounds!
If you can catch one, you can eat it for a lifetime!
And here... more than thousands!
There is no need to think about where these elves come from, nor is it necessary.
Just know...they are elves!
Although most mercenaries have not personally fought with elves, they also know that the strength of elves is always low in the same tier through the experience of word of mouth and the common sense of the mercenary world.
The temptation of golden pounds is endless, especially for mercenaries.
At this moment, the earliest companions who were killed by the arrow have been forgotten by them.
Although the gazes of these elves who rushed up looked a bit ferocious, the fighting spirit in the hearts of the mercenaries was also high.
The mercenaries on the border are all desperadoes.
They also understand the truth of wealth and insurance.
Therefore...Even at this moment, everyone is aware of something wrong with these elves, but they are still excited.
And then, the elves rushing forward also collided with the mercenaries.
And at the moment of the battle, the faces of the mercenaries on the outermost periphery changed.
They only felt that the elves who rushed up first were like monsters of incomparable power, knocking them so dizzy and almost vomiting blood...
These elves wore heavy armors and wielded huge swords and large shields. All kinds of blessing magic flashed on their bodies, and their faces were grinning like crazy.
It was a player who chose the tank warrior profession.
Unlike the mercenaries who develop balanced development, these guys who spend almost all their energy on improving their frankness, although not high in agility and attack, are as hard as a rock.
Coupled with the various magical support from the druid players and wizard players in the rear, the mercenaries were shocked to find that they could not break the defense of these elves for a time!
I saw these guys who were obviously elves, but dressed in thick and solid clothes, dressed themselves like Roshan, instantly rushed into the camp of mercenaries, and began to rampage.
They couldn't beat the mercenary, but they didn't entangle with a certain mercenary, but ignored the enemy's attack on them, and laughed and rushed through the crowd...
They... are like shit-chucking sticks, and instantly mess up the formation that the mercenaries have just arranged.
The swords of the mercenaries fell on them, splashed with blood, and some elves were even shot several arrows by the archers from far away.
However, these guys don't care about their injuries, their expressions do not have a trace of pain or fear, but they kill in the crowd with a refreshing and happy laugh...
This scene dazzled the mercenaries.
The Lord is on! Where did these desperate lunatics come from?
The elves in the rear were refreshed, and took advantage of the opportunity to rush into the enemy's formation and fight the mercenaries.
These guys... are the real output!
They flashed with the brilliance of their skills, followed behind the tank, screaming and rushing into the crowd, slashing at the mercenaries who were stunned by the tank players.
Similarly, the mages and druids hiding in the back also showed up. They were chanting spells excitedly, rubbing fireballs and wind blades, and following the soldiers in the front row to throw skills into the crowd.
For a time, the swords were all around, shouting to kill, there were magical bursts and mercenary screams everywhere.
In just one encounter, dozens of mercenaries died tragically under the sword of the elves, or torn to pieces by the magic of the elves, even the corpses were turned into ashes by the weird magic...
At this time, the mercenaries discovered...These weird elves are completely different from the legendary ones.
They are really desperate!
That kind of sight like looking at the prey, that kind of bloodthirsty grin, is not fake!
These elves... are a bunch of lunatics!
Bloodthirsty fighting lunatic!
Seeing the formation that collapsed almost instantly under the charge of the elves, the heads of the two mercenary regiments' expressions changed slightly.
The strength of these elves... seems to be beyond their imagination.
However, even so, the two people did not panic.
There are too many people on both sides.
In fact, those who are really fighting now are only the outermost people.
And... the overall strength of the elves is not strong, and the mercenaries still have no shots from the silver power!
The two regiment leaders looked at each other and nodded one after another, preparing to order the silver subordinates to join the battle.
However, at this time, there were bursts of exclamations from the mercenary formation...
I saw that on the hillside in the distance, there were suddenly huge boulders burning with flames flying...
Accompanied by the howling wind, they engulfed long black smoke, crossed a perfect parabola, and smashed into the camp of mercenaries...
Because of being surrounded by elves, the originally contracted formation of the mercenaries became more compact at this moment.
In the face of the huge boulders falling from the sky, they couldn't avoid it at all.
Accompanied by a loud bang, the boulder burst, flames and stone flakes flew, instantly smashing a small piece of mercenary into a pool of flesh.
The unlucky guys around were ignited by the activation of the splash, screaming and struggling...
As soon as they struggled, they instantly further disrupted the formation of the mercenaries and spread their panic.
"Catapult!"
Looking at the big guys erected on the hillside, the expressions of the heads of the two mercenary regiments were wonderful.
But immediately after ~EbookFREE.me~ the mercenaries heard that the elf's side suddenly shouted:
"Wdnmlgb! Who let you use the trebuchet!"
"Don't you know that the catapult has no reward?!"
"I went... and died a lot! My experience and contribution!"
"My heart hurts! My heart hurts!"
"No trebuchets are allowed! No trebuchets are allowed!"
Their voices carry strong indignation and grief.
Listening to the wailing of the elves...
For a while, the mercenaries were dumbfounded.

The second half of the night.
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