The palace of the woodland elves is not very big. To be precise, the palace where they actually live is a complex and huge cave located underground.

Most of the buildings on the surface, except for the defensive walls and a few defensive buildings, are decorative facilities. The rest of the area is mainly flat, which is very suitable for riding and fighting.

Wayne and the Elf King rode for about three minutes and arrived at the place where the battle was taking place in the rear.

But only a few minutes had passed and they seemed to have arrived a little late.

There was a loud bang, and the city wall not far from them was hit by a ogre wearing heavy metal armor, creating a huge hole.

Although the strong ogre was also shaken by the reaction force of the strong impact and struggled on the ground for dozens of seconds, he did not get up.

But he did achieve his goal.

As a large hole was broken in the city wall, a small group of about six fully armed ogres rushed in.

They were all modified war monsters. One ogre's legs and arms were all connected to sharp blades. Its huge body turned it into a large meat grinder. Just a casual step or a wave of its hand could kill the elven warriors besieging it.

Others are equipped with huge maces or hooks suitable for bleeding. These large weapons are incredibly lethal due to the enormous power of the ogres. They can even forcibly break through the protection of the elven armor, easily causing huge casualties to the elven warriors.

However, Wayne and King Thranduil were both well-informed men. After just one look at the scene, they immediately understood the seriousness of the problem.

Thranduil turned to Wayne and said:

"Go hold back those ogres, Wayne."

"I'm going to plug that gap. We can't let the situation get any worse before Tauriel and the rest of the army arrive."

As he spoke, the Elf King pulled the reins hard, and the huge elk he was sitting on let out a loud howl, and then rushed towards the cave entrance at an extremely fast speed with its owner.

The sharp antlers were like iron forks, piercing the chests of six orcs at once, lifting them into the air like toys, and then the Elf King chopped off six heads with one sword.

Wayne was not vague either. He jumped off his horse and rushed to the fallen ogre like a bolt of lightning. The Sword of Promise and Victory in his hand mercilessly pierced the ogre's head and killed him on the ground.

Then he looked at the other six fully-armed ogres, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and rushed into their encirclement without fear.

Now that the war has begun, let's use these ogres as appetizers.

Soon, another three minutes passed. Wayne had killed two ogres, and one was hit hard on the neck by a sword. The man was bleeding profusely and was dying.

Suddenly, a shrill cry came from Thranduil's side. The huge elk he was riding was stabbed in the chest by an orc with a spear. It was seriously injured by the sneak attack and could no longer hold on. It collapsed and threw its master off.

His Majesty the Elf King nimbly jumped off his mount. He had no time to grieve. He tried even harder to kill the orcs and block the huge gap to prevent more orcs from rushing into the wall.

Unfortunately, two fists are no match for four hands. Although King Thranduil was extremely powerful and the two swords in his hands danced into a gorgeous sword light, he still could not resist too many enemies and was soon forced into a corner by those fully armed orcs. The huge hole that was opened allowed more and more orcs to rush in.

Seeing this, Wayne took out a North Wind Bomb and threw it over without hesitation. Then, after all the orcs were frozen, he used the six-ring spell on the space bracelet, Thundercloud Storm, on the broken hole in the city wall.

At the same time, he also sped up the process of dealing with the ogres.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a very short time, a thundercloud covered that location, and a large amount of lightning struck directly, turning all the orcs who tried to rush into the city wall into charred corpses.

This sixth-ring spell effectively delayed the pace of the orc warriors, and Thranduil, whose pressure was relieved, quickly dealt with the orcs who were besieging him.

Just when they thought the battle situation was under control and they could continue to rely on the city walls to deal with the suddenly appearing orc army.

Suddenly, a loud and strange roar came from outside the city wall, which Wayne had never heard before.

Then, amid a loud rumbling sound, a giant digging worm with a body length of more than two hundred meters and a shell structure all over its body crawled out from under the city wall.

As if it had received some order, this extremely huge creature crashed into the elven city wall in a collapsing posture, directly knocking down a large section of the wall, and then quickly drilled into the ground, revealing countless orc troops behind the wall.

An orc with a huge sutured wound on his head was riding a tall wolf, standing behind a large group of orcs and commanding the orcs around him.

Beside him, there were some commanding orcs carrying huge horns and holding huge flags, constantly taking action to convey the commander's orders to every orc.

Without giving Wayne and Thranduil any time to prepare, after the city wall was knocked down, the orcs carrying huge horns immediately blew the desolate and barbaric horns.

At that moment, all the orcs and ogres standing outside the city wall, as if they had heard the order to a decisive battle, immediately let out countless huge howls one after another.

Then, with ferocious expressions and exerting all their strength, they launched a decisive charge towards the elven troops behind the huge gap in the city wall.

King Thranduil, who was covered in dirty blood because he had killed a large number of orcs, looked very serious when he saw this. He turned around to look at the elf army that had hurried over, and without caring about his image, he shouted in a very loud voice:

"Form a formation!!!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!!"

After hearing the order from the Elf King, Captain Tauriel and other officers showed no fear and immediately carried out the order.

As an immortal species, the elven warriors who have survived to the present day are all veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

Even at such an urgent moment, their movements were not chaotic at all and were extremely quick. It took them less than a minute to complete the formation.

Before the Orc soldiers rushed to them, they had already formed an extremely solid defensive formation.

Densely packed spears and shields were fixed in front of the elven warriors. Apart from the firm footsteps, no elven warrior made any other sound when facing those hideous and terrifying orcs.

During this time, Wayne had already dealt with several other ogres. He skillfully released the magic flying carpet and flew into the sky before other orc warriors rushed over.

King Thranduil did not fight hard. He abandoned his injured elk mount with a determined look on his face, quickly returned to the army, began to boost morale and command the soldiers to fight.

In such a large-scale group charge, individual strength is minimal and can easily be overwhelmed in the enemy's wave. Only when it comes to the melee stage can individual bravery be brought to the extreme and expand one's own advantage.

The Orc warriors were very fast. After receiving the order to charge, they burst out with all their strength, shouting in shocking roars, and rushed towards the elves at their fastest speed.

At this moment, time on the battlefield seemed to be infinitely stretched.

The orcs and elves, two hostile races for thousands of years, finally launched the most ruthless killing today.

The orcs charging at the front and the elven warriors resisting at the front, facing the clash of two huge armies, they were like lives caught in a meat grinder. They didn't even have time to utter the last sound before they paid with their lives in the ruthless clash of weapons.

(End of this chapter)