Only dengdi attack.


    Garcia had to land with her air raid troops. The fluffy ground was full of broken meat and could hardly distinguish the body. She tried to ignore the touch of the soles of her feet, which was different from ordinary soil, but she could not escape the stench of exposing her intestines and dripping organs. At this time, she must not close her sense of smell. Every inch of perception on the battlefield is very important.


    "Flesh and bones are like grass, my body is like a knife!" naiyou spider screamed and rushed up.


    Garcia could hardly see anything else. As soon as she landed, the black and purple spiders occupied all her vision. Fortunately, she had companions behind her. Her sword burst out like a bright moon, and the strong chimera magushir roared on her side.


    The elves lived in the same era with the naiyou family. Her ancestors fought with them. In the first era, the elves regarded the naiyou family as an enemy and gave enough respect to these spiders who could build a brilliant civilization in the underground world, but now they have become Monet''s minions and a willless puppet. Garcia wants to wipe them out as soon as possible.


    A hundred black winged heavy guns rumbled and roared, and the artillery shells like divine punishment sped to them, buzzing. The troops of the rear cowall Fort gave them the greatest help. Finally, one-third of the artillery tore open the spider monster''s magic defense, crossed Garcia''s head and hit the naiyou family hard, and one out of every three spiders fell.


    At this time, Garcia stood in the front row of the line, facing naiyou spider with teeth and claws, and raised a long sword to those ferocious and terrible faces.


    At this moment, Garcia''s mind extended slowly and solemnly. She could fully observe many details, such as the raised mound on the ground, the dark and deep cave entrance, the broken limbs overturned by shells, the forelimbs of the approaching enemy were covered with small spikes, their tusks dripping black venom, large and small scarlet compound eyes, and the dense fluff on the abdomen after the uplift


    Wield a sword and cut horizontally.


    The radiance of the moon god broke out in Garcia''s blade. In the sound of tearing the skin, flesh and bones, the two spiders were divided in two by her.


    She walked forward, and the huge chimera rushed up to help her shoot the enemy on the left. At this time, a large group of naiyou spiders began to apply gain magic for themselves and enter the melee state. This is actually good news for the Tiya kingdom. They are not afraid of naiyou family fighting with them, but afraid of spiders retreating and meeting with the black orcs.


    Garcia took the Rangers to rush through the smoking land and screamed. The divine family made her body light and powerful. Her brain was full of fire. The blade cut the spider''s fangs to pieces. The battle was bloody and dull. Her ears were full of the scream of spiders and the roar of elves.


    The thick clouds finally began to rain and mingled with the blood to form Mi Mi streams. Garcia''s armor had already been dyed red, and his sword arm gave off a strong smell of blood.


    "Your Majesty, it''s time to retreat." Caleb''s magic reminder sounded in his ears. The Rangers on the city wall constantly monitored the movements of the black orcs, indicating that they were about to arrive at the battlefield.


    "It''s time to retreat." Garcia told himself, but naiyou spiders suddenly changed their strategy. They seem to have made up their mind to drag the attack troops of the Tiya kingdom to death here. The remaining spiders become more fierce. They are no longer afraid to keep a distance as before, but all rush up and entangle themselves with the elves.


    Even some serpents and scorpions who attacked the city wall gave up their strategic objectives, turned around, and finished wrapping the elves regardless of the attack on the city wall.


    At this time, all the remaining naiyou spiders rushed forward, and the Elves were eager to rush up from behind to continue killing. Garcia was caught in it, and the blood and sweat almost suffocated her. The fangs and stingers in front and the armor and sword shield in the back forced her to move. She had only two choices to move, continue to move forward or cut down the soldiers behind her.


    In this case, the Elves will encounter a major blow at the moment they turn and retreat,


    "Your Majesty, our goal has been achieved. You should leave some warriors and retreat immediately." Caleb''s voice became urgent, which was undoubtedly the choice of reason.


    But Garcia seemed to have no choice but to hope that she could fight a bloody path with her companions before the arrival of the black orcs. The sky became darker, thunder, lightning and heavy rain. The enemy would never give up. Every time she killed a naiyou spider, another one would appear in front of her, or the second or third.


    She continued to chop until her arms tended to lose strength. Garcia could only hear her breathing. She could only see the blood flowing and the broken meat dancing up and down. I don''t know how long it took before she became sunny, and there was no trace of spiders in the thick rain curtain.


    "Is it over?" Garcia looked up. She just wanted to order an immediate retreat, but she found that they were already surrounded by tall and strong black orcs. Their dry cheeks made them like standing rocks in the rainstorm.


    They did not attack or even make a sound, but stood silently, and the sense of crisis gripped the hearts of the elves like the ghost of midnight.


    The elves dragged their stiff hands and feet, and the seven surviving chimera took heavy steps, slowly gathered together with Garcia as the center, approached each other and confronted the black orcs.


    Delaying time is obviously more beneficial to the Tiya elves, but somehow, the black orcs have not launched an attack. Garcia tries to absorb fresh air, and the intense heartbeat filled in the eardrum slowly calms down. After a while, the spirit king feels that his strength has obviously recovered a lot.


    "Well, elf, Caroline scaron wants to give you a fair chance to fight."


    An orc taller and stronger than the other black orcs picked up his huge machete and said as he walked, "but I know your reinforcements are on the way, so you have only these breaks."


    "Caroline scaron?" Garcia felt the name was familiar.


    "Wrong." the black Orc shook his head and firmly denied what he had just said. "My name is Caroline Monet."


    Garcia realized that the other party was a derivative, but this derivative seemed to be somewhat different from those described before the alliance.


    "Help! Help!"


    Far away, the commander on the city wall was issuing orders like crazy, which had been sent to Garcia through the magic link. The always closed door of Fort Cornwall suddenly opened, and no one hesitated. The military forces of the kingdom of Tiya almost poured out to rescue their queen at any cost.


    Garcia leaned on her sword with a look of guilt on her face.


    Caroline also saw this scene and looked at the swarming elves, disdaining to gradually appear on the face of the black Orc derivative: "As an immortal species, elves have a long life and proud talents, but they have never been able to occupy a place in Aladia. You are too emotional. For sudden emotions and the so-called justice and kindness, you can be reckless, overestimate your strength and live or die. I didn''t expect that after so many years, you still haven''t made any progress."