The wolf cavalry charges too fast. The result of the speed multiplied by mass is that they and the wolf collided with broken bones and fissures, and blood spurted in the internal organs.

Polomo laughed silently.

The mage is still the same mage, because he is thinking too much.

The tragic encounter of this team of wolf cavalry was like lighting a bonfire in the dark.

More orcs came out from afar. First, teams of wolf cavalry rushed over, learned lessons and reduced their speed. After hitting the force field, they waved their weapons and smashed them.

There was an invisible wall in the air, and they could not even cut the air through their weapons.

The orcs' archers came on the stage, and the dense rain of arrows was abandoned and then fell from the high place, falling one after another on the force field, bounced away everywhere.

Their IQ is fine, at least they know that the front is not good enough to try high places.

Many orcs surrounded him and piled up densely at more than twenty steps away from Li Xiang, and even continued to climb upwards, forming a semicircular sphere covering the orcs.

A bright ball of flame suddenly burst out.

The orc who surrounded Li Xiang was swept by flames, turned into a human-shaped torch and struggled wailingly, and finally turned into ashes.

The orcs tried various means, and even the trenchers threw huge stones.

But all of them are useless and cannot break through the defense of the force field at all.

As for the flying dragons that had soared in the sky before, they had already squatted back to the ground.

The Ring Spirit who escaped after the Battle of Holy Helmet Valley has recognized who it was.

Under the command of the Ring Spirit, the orcs stopped attacking and just watched Li Xiang and the others arrive outside the gate of Minas Tiris.
Chapter completed!