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Chapter 160 Ming Yanwei: Three arrows bursting into wind arrows, can kill Zhang Jie! (13)

breathe.

Pull and open.

Then he raised his hand and took aim, shooting two arrows one after the other.

The latter arrow hit the former at a faster speed, and the former arrow broke through the air at an even faster speed, directly blowing up the head of a high-speed moving wolf.

The warg suddenly fell to the ground, throwing the orc rider off, and then the huge corpse knocked away three orcs who were also running.

Such scenes happen everywhere in this jungle.

More than thirty elves were constantly hunting down the group of orcs that had entered the dense forest.

Even though there were nearly two hundred orcs with a numerical advantage, and even though the wolf riders had extremely strong impact power.

However, as new arrivals, they were not familiar with the terrain of the dense forest and could not make full use of the speed and impact of the cavalry, resulting in arrows shot from all directions hitting their heads and their numbers continuing to decrease.

In the end, they had no choice but to retreat from the jungle, leaving behind a pile of corpses, while the elves did not even suffer many casualties.

Ming Yanwei, who killed the most enemies, did not start cleaning up the battlefield like the other elves. Instead, she quickly refilled her quiver with arrows, while observing the orcs' escape route, as if preparing to give chase.

"Ming!" Taril stopped her and shook his head at her: "Our duty is to protect the dense forest."

"Don't chase them out! It's too dangerous for elves outside the forest to encounter groups of orcs!"

Ming Yanwei remained silent and did not respond, but did not stop. After refilling the arrows in her quiver, she walked out on her own.

"Ming!"

Taril rolled over and landed in front of Ming Yanwei. He said seriously, "These orcs came from the other side of the Misty Mountains. This is not their usual hunting path."

"This unusual movement is extremely unusual and may indicate that the orcs are about to launch a large-scale operation."

"We need to report to Thranduil."

Ming Yanwei said with a hint of sarcasm, "Thranduil only sees the dense forest and the elves. He has no room for anything else. He will not go to war with the orcs."

"So, he will not pay attention to this 'little matter'."

Since Ming Yanwei joined the Sylvan Elf Tribe in the dense forest, she has also followed Chu Xuan's example and wanted to mobilize the elves' power to help her complete the main task.

But her skills were limited and she couldn't find a breakthrough point, so Thranduil rejected her outright.

After all, in Thranduil's view, although Smaug was hateful, those dwarves who did not keep their promises were not much better.

He hoped that the dragon and the dwarf would both be defeated, or even die together.

Ming Yanwei, who had been rejected by Thranduil, had no choice but to devote all her energy to learning elven archery.

Regardless of whether these orcs are the army that will eventually attack Lonely Mountain, they are still enemies.

Kill them all, there is no mistake.

"Ming, I don't know where you got the news that the orcs are going to attack Lonely Mountain." Taril said seriously.

"But the Lonely Mountain has been occupied by the evil dragon Smaug for many years. Even if the orcs suddenly go crazy and attack the abandoned city, isn't that good news?"

"The lives of the elves are too precious to actively participate in such a meaningless war."

Ming Yanwei had no way to explain why Smaug might be killed by humans and dwarves, and this war between orcs and dwarves was related to the future of the elves.

But elves are also a proud race and will not easily help others, especially dwarves.

"Ming, Ilúvatar has granted us eternal life. Some elves are proud, some are passionate, but I have never seen you like this, like an elf wound up by a clockwork."

"Time is very long for you, but very precious to me." Ming Yanwei said, looking towards the west.

She has been in the dense forest for seven days, and there is still no news from the Lonely Mountain dwarf team.

She didn't know whether Zhang Jie had interfered with the original plot.

But she had no patience left. The flames of revenge burned in her heart every day, causing her to suffer every day.

She would rather die than be able to take revenge.

"I don't have much time left. My hatred needs to end."

Ming Yanwei said with a cold expression, "Tariel, I want to learn the Three-Arrow Explosive Arrow."

Taril looked at Ming Yanwei in surprise: "In the entire dense forest, there are not even five elves who can master this kind of archery."

"And each of them is a master of archery who has practiced for many years. If learning the two-arrow explosive arrow is one in difficulty, then learning the three-arrow explosive arrow is one hundred in difficulty."

"I'm sorry, but as much as I want to help you, there's no way you can learn the Three-Burning Arrow in three months."

Ming Yanwei shook her head: "Not three months."

"But in three days, I will learn it in three days."

Zhang Jie’s strength is close to the legendary fourth level.

Only by using the three-arrow explosive arrow and superimposing the wind arrow can it be possible to threaten Zhang Jie.

This is Ming Yanwei's only chance of winning.

"Ah!" Zhang Jie, who was sitting on the top of Lonely Mountain and feeling the cold wind, rubbed his nose and muttered, "How boring! I wonder where Zheng Zha has gone."

"I don't know where those two bastards have gone, leaving me flying around here and watching over the other teammates for them. They're really bossing people around."

He rubbed his nose, glanced in the direction of the dense forest, and planned to rest for a while before going to look after Ming Yanwei.

Of course, if Zhang Jie knew that Ming Yanwei was planning to use the three-arrow explosive arrow superimposed on the wind arrow, which even the clone Zheng Zha didn't dare to take, he would definitely be so scared that he couldn't sleep.

There is a problem here.

Zhao Yingkong looked at the red-glowing magma deep in Moria.

The magma should have been reddish-yellow, but it was flowing with red lines like blood.

The constantly surging magma and flames made her pretty face red.

She was a little unsure. She had just seen the body of the fire demon on the road, and now she saw strange changes.

Was this Zhang Jie's doing, or was there some other force interfering?

Just as she was staring at the lava, a faint and strange bird song suddenly sounded.

Then came an old voice. +Child, get out of here quickly+
"who!"

Zhao Yingkong's face became solemn. He immediately drew out his dagger and looked around.

But there was no one anywhere on the lava or in the tunnel.

+This place is very dangerous, it has become a den of demons+
It's a psychic!
Zhao Yingkong instantly unlocked the genetic lock, but still couldn't feel where this strange mental connection came from.

I am the blue wizard Romith Danu. I was slain by Sauron's dark power, leaving only a fragment of my spirit trapped in the Mines of Moria.
Zhao Yingkong had read the original novel and immediately started thinking. In the novel, there were indeed two blue-robed wizards who were missing. Could it be that they were really killed by Sauron in the underground space of Moria?

+Child, this place is too dangerous. It has been invaded by darker forces. You must leave here as soon as possible.+
The old voice continued to sound, becoming more and more anxious.

"What exactly happened here? Where is the Flame Demon?" Zhao Yingkong finally spoke and responded to the voice.

+Child, that kind of existence is very dangerous. Once you know their existence, they will know your existence.+
"Tell me!" Zhao Yingkong said coldly.

She always hated secretive Riddlers.

+Okay, okay+
But for some reason, there was an indescribable joy in his tone.

+I tell you, the root of everything that happened here is——+
The voice in my head paused, then suddenly became louder.

+Kids, get out of here!+
+They're coming! They're coming! +
+The terrifying bloody monster is coming! +
what?
Zhao Yingkong still didn't understand what was going on.

Suddenly, the magma in front of her eyes began to roll like boiling water, bubbles burst violently, and heat was continuously released. Even breathing felt burning.

Immediately afterwards, a huge monster with red flames burning all over its body slowly stood up from the magma.

"Flame Demon!" Zhao Yingkong looked solemn.

The one just now is dead. Is there a second Balrog in Moria?
"Roar--"

The Fire Demon seemed to have just discovered the human in front of him and let out a deafening roar at her.

Because it was so huge, its head almost touched the towering ceiling of the underground cave.

The monster has a pair of pure black horns on its head and a pair of pure black bat wings on its back. A mane made of flames flutters between the wings and extends to the top of its head.

In its right hand it held a blade encased in flames, and in its left a long whip made of flames.

His entire body was enveloped in a sea of ​​blazing white flames, and he exuded a scorching and terrifying aura all the time.

Even though he was hundreds of meters away, Zhao Yingkong could still feel an irresistible hot breath coming towards him.

The air temperature was even high enough to directly ignite Zhao Yingkong's clothes.

In an instant, a strange ripple spread out in all directions, and the Fenghou Qimen containing the two yin and yang, four images and eight gates unfolded, dispelling the high temperature around Zhao Yingkong.

Zhao Yingkong hid in the strange gate to resist the unbearable heat.

The fire demon took a few steps forward, and a large amount of red flames emerged from the magma, as if the magma was reignited.

Because its body was too huge, every step it took broke several huge stone pillars supporting the cave. Before the broken black stones fell to the ground, they were melted into magma by the flames on its body and finally turned directly into magma.

That powerful feeling of oppression felt like facing a god.

——If you can’t win, you will die.

Zhao Yingkong couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart.

It seemed as if the fire demon in front of him was the embodiment of fear.

+Child, wake up! +
"What?" Zhao Yingkong was puzzled.

+This is an illusion, wake up! +
Suddenly, a blue ribbon floated down from the sky in front of her.

+Hurry up and grab it, grab it and you can leave the illusion+
The voice was intermittent and seemed very anxious.

Zhao Yingkong didn't have time to hesitate and grabbed the blue ribbon.

But she suddenly discovered that this was not a ribbon, but a blue bird feather.

"what happened."

Zhao Yingkong felt uneasy and quickly shook off the feather.

But the feather seemed to be stuck to her hand and she couldn't get rid of it.

Then a strange force began to invade her body and even her soul along her arm.

Zhao Yingkong only felt a trance, and a psychedelic power entered her spiritual body.

The old voice sounded again, but this time it was full of cunning and mockery.

+Poor child, someone planted false memories+
——What are you talking about!
+Have you ever doubted the authenticity of your memories?
——Who are you!

+Hug me, I will help you unravel the illusion+
—Get out of my head!
Zhao Yingkong didn't want to pay any attention to these messy remarks, but the chattering voice in his head was getting louder and louder, like hundreds of people making the sound of conspiracy and scheming at the same time.

"Little Apple, we meet again."

A familiar and frivolous voice sounded behind her.

Zhao Yingkong turned around suddenly, and when he saw the figure clearly, his eyes instantly turned blood red.

She gritted her teeth and let out a roar that seemed to come from hell.

"Zhao! Sui! Sora!"

An extremely handsome young man walked out of the darkness.

It was as if it suddenly appeared from the void, without any sound or warning.

He has shoulder-length hair and is about 1.8 meters tall.

His slender and strong figure is comparable to that of a male model, and with that extremely gentle smile on his face, he is definitely a prodigal killer who can kill countless people in seconds.

A true instant kill.

Zhao Zhuikong had long hair draped over his shoulders and a smile on his lips. He looked at Zhao Yingkong with a half-smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Miss me, little apple?"

Although Zhao Yingkong's expression did not change at all, people who knew her could feel that she was furious at the moment.

It was a raging fire that was about to consume him.

(End of this chapter)