sbdcsierra Chapter 165 Ambush
Chapter 165 Ambush
Dawson Blackhand, the king of the Blackhand Dwarf Tribe, the holder of the "Emperor of the Abyss" ring among the seven dwarf rings, is one of the most powerful dwarf warriors. At the same time, he is also the top hunter who is best at tracking among the dwarves. Even the warriors of other dwarf tribes recognize that no prey has ever been able to escape the tracking of the "Emperor of the Abyss", including dragons.
Dawson Blackhand, wearing a black leather armor, swiftly jumped down from the back of the mammoth, then lowered his head and began to examine the land of the dead very carefully. Before long, he began to describe loudly as if he had witnessed everything that happened here with his own eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with the bodies, and there shouldn't be any survivors. The time of their death is roughly estimated to be early last night, and the cause of death... was due to fighting. Well, the battle came very suddenly, and many of the dead died after the first wave of attacks. They must have been caught by surprise."
"They all stood in a relatively concentrated position before they died. Most of them didn't even move until they died. And the direction they were looking at, yes... it's here. There are two pairs of footprints here, which should be the shape of a man and a woman. The big one is an adult elf, barefoot, about two meters tall. The other one looks a bit like a human but not as heavy. It looks quite like the footprints of those warlords?"
Dawson Blackhand used two fingers to dig for a long time from the deep abdomen of a corpse, and then he picked out a bloody triangular object. After wiping off the blood and carefully identifying it, Dawson Blackhand frowned tightly. He raised his head and looked around, and said in a very strange tone: "It's really strange... The ones who killed these people were the most elite trump card troops of the elves, the 'Phantom Archers' directly under the Elf King Celeborn, and it seems that all 300 people were here. They suddenly appeared here... in the bushes around here, and then launched a surprise attack. Most of these mysterious mercenaries died in the first wave of arrows, and then the others angrily launched a counterattack against these two people, probably thinking that they were the masterminds behind the scenes, but they were immediately counterattacked by them... Some of them died from high-level natural magic. The only ones with such strength on the elf side are the witch Galadriel and several elven elders."
"Dawson! Wait a minute..." A dwarf king with a thick black beard suddenly interrupted Dawson Blackhand's "scene reenactment" rudely and said very impolitely: "You guy, are you blinded by old age?"
"Blackbeard! Are you insulting me? Or do you want to test whether the blade of the Abyss Dagger in my hand is still sharp?" It is obvious that the relationship between the two dwarf kings is not very good, and the words of both sides are full of gunpowder.
"Hmph! Do you still need me to insult you? Every dwarf king here heard very clearly that what you just said was pure nonsense and contradictory."
"That's all my deduction based on the scene. At least 90% of the content cannot be wrong!"
"But look at what you just said... The Elf Queen Galadriel and her husband's Phantom Archer Unit ambushed and annihilated all the mechanical creatures that had been fighting for them for a long time, and even one mechanical creature joined forces with them?"
"Hu... But, but this kind of star black gold arrowhead can only be used by the Phantom Archer, and the battlefield has been covered up and processed, which is very strange..." Dawson Blackhand seemed to think that these inferences were a bit too strange, and his tone and confidence were inevitably a little weak. When the dwarf king Blackbeard wanted to take advantage of the victory and make fun of the king of the Blackhand tribe who was against him everywhere, the oldest and shortest dwarf behind the crowd suddenly spoke.
"Everyone, be quiet for a moment... Blackbeard, although what you said is not wrong, I also believe in Dawson's judgment..."
As soon as the old dwarf opened his mouth, the other dwarf kings stopped talking. It was obvious that this old dwarf had a very high prestige.
"This matter is really full of doubts. Also, haven't you noticed? Since the messenger gave us the order this morning, he has not contacted us again, and now there is not even a messenger... To be honest, I seem to have a bad feeling."
As if to confirm the old dwarf's premonition, a sudden sharp arrow pierced the neck of a dwarf elite guard beside him at an extremely fast speed. This arrow seemed to be a signal, instantly breaking the original tranquility. Then, from the surrounding woods and bushes, countless sharp arrows flew out like raindrops, shooting at the dwarf team.
Throughout the history of Middle-earth, the elves have always been like shining stars, hanging high above many races, and their pride seems to be innate. In the memories of almost all races, the elves have always looked down on all humanoid species except themselves. It is true that the elves do have impressive capital, except for their population and reproduction speed.
Elves are recognized as a race with extremely long life spans, almost regarded as immortal beings, and they can maintain their youthful appearance until the last moment of their lives. They are extremely intelligent, elegant, and both men and women have beautiful faces. Their magical talents shine like bright stars, and their archery skills are unparalleled in the world. The long history has precipitated a brilliant civilization, and the halos of these halos often make people ignore that elves are essentially no different from humans. They are also swayed by emotions such as jealousy and resentment, and are also good at calculating and framing. Setting traps is also a means for them to do things easily.
After using the magical item "elf cloak", 3,000 elven archers, led by 300 "phantom archers", blended perfectly into nature. They could disguise themselves as rocks, tree trunks, green leaves and grass, as if they were one with nature. When they received the action signal, these elven archers, who numbered only 1% of the dwarf army, unleashed the most deadly arrow storm on the dwarf army like a torrential rain.
These magic arrows, carefully enchanted by high-level nature mages, are far more powerful than the dwarves' lead-core bullets. But the most frightening thing is the incredible accuracy of the elven archers.
The more than 3,300 elven warriors who appeared on the battlefield at this time were already Rose Menglin's last armed force.