A motorcycle journey through the worlds

Chapter 142 Counterattack Spiral

As for the dwarf warriors, they were naturally very resistant to magic, and their skin was thick and their armor was strong. Even if they were hit by two or three meteorites, they would not necessarily be killed instantly.

The Elf King Ailon had anticipated this result long ago, which was why he had not cast this anti-military magic until now.

Although the walls of Rivendell had already fallen, a large number of dwarf warriors poured into the city like a tide. However, the powerful large-scale anti-military attack magic "Starfall" still created a respite for the elves in chaos. The melee units that had previously hidden in the city to preserve their strength, along with the elf "Watchers" who could hide their bodies, all joined the battle.

The elves' melee units wore delicate but not heavy mail armor, holding two sharp round blades, and rushed into the crowd like dancing. The two round blades harvested the lives of the enemies with the most graceful movements. The gaps in the armor worn by the iron cans of the dwarves became the targets of these melee units. Often, the flash of the knife passed by, and blood began to spurt out like a spring under the armor. What's even more frightening is that these soldiers are not afraid of the enemy's siege. When they rotated in place, the enemies in front, behind, left and right could be "taken care of" at the same time. For those dwarf warriors who were scattered, often when they rested against the wall, a sharp dagger quietly stretched out from the shadow of the wall would mercilessly cut across their throats. These are the elf watchers lurking in the shadows.

Although the situation was at a stalemate, it had to be said that the final outcome of Rivendell's fall seemed to be unchangeable. After all, the huge disparity in military strength between the two sides was still difficult to make up.

Dang~~~!

There was a loud bang, and the tall mecha punched hard on the light column on King Elrond. This punch was so powerful that it made the magic guard that was said to be able to resist all attacks shaky, but it could not completely defeat it.

"It seems that I still have to wait until the magic expires before I can kill this Elf King." Just as Huang Bao was thinking, a sharp blade slashed towards the cockpit. Fortunately, Huang Bao reacted quickly and blocked it in time.

"Who is it? So powerful!"

Huang Bao looked closely and found that it was Aragorn, the hero of the story with a vicissitudes of life. He was holding the shining holy sword Nasir, and his eyes seemed to be burning with anger as he looked at him.

Aragorn held the Holy Sword of Nasir tightly in both hands, and the blade flashed with dazzling light. Every time he swung the sword, it broke the wind, and the sword shadow struck the joints and weak parts of the mecha like lightning. Huang Bao controlled the mecha to dodge left and right, while continuously sending out energy pulses to counterattack.

Aragorn was agile and moved freely between the attacks of the mecha. Sometimes he jumped into the air and slashed with a sword; sometimes he rolled on the ground, avoiding the energy pulse and quickly stood up to fight back. The metal shell of the mecha was left with deep sword marks under the attack of the Holy Sword of Nasir.

Huang Bao was furious and increased the power output of the mecha. The mecha's arm instantly deformed and extended sharp spikes, stabbing towards Aragorn. Aragorn dodged sideways and cut off one of the mecha's spikes with his sword.

"Damn you, today is the day you die!" Huang Bao roared, activating the mecha's hidden weapon - the plasma cannon. A beam of blazing light shot towards Aragorn.

Aragorn's eyes were determined, he raised the Holy Sword Nasir, and muttered something. The sword was covered with a mysterious light, forming a shield that blocked the attack of the plasma cannon.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with dust flying and gravel scattering around them, as if the whole world was caught up in this thrilling duel.

In the distant Middle-earth, a thrilling storm is raging in the beautiful elven city of Rivendell.

The dazzling rays pierced the sky like a sharp sword, covering the entire battlefield in a white-gold light. The blazing light seemed to come from the flames of hell, burning everyone's skin, making them feel as if they were in a raging fire. Under the stimulation of this strong light, people's eyes closed involuntarily, and their vision was temporarily deprived at this moment, leaving only a white void in front of their eyes.

Huang Bao, the warrior who controlled the powerful mecha, seized this fleeting opportunity keenly. He drove the mecha, the sharp blade in his hand flashed with cold light, and slashed towards Aragorn's neck fiercely. The fierce attack came with the sound of breaking wind, as if it could cut off everything in the world. However, Aragorn was worthy of being the emperor of men. Even with his eyes closed, the Nasir Holy Sword in his hand seemed to have life. The sword body trembled slightly, accurately blocking the path of Huang Bao's attack, making a crisp collision sound. Then, the Nasir Holy Sword burst into a dazzling light and launched several fierce counterattacks in succession. This is the magical skill of the Nasir Holy Sword - "Counterattack Spiral". Once it is turned on, it can parry all melee attacks for a period of time and quickly launch a fierce counterattack. Huang Bao had to retreat again and again under this series of counterattacks, secretly marveling at Aragorn's strength.

At this moment, King Elrond suddenly stopped the "Starfall" magic he was casting. The power of this magic was so strong that all the dwarf steam helicopters that had been raging in the sky were shot down by this magic. King Elrond rushed towards Huang Bao and Aragorn as fast as lightning. He shouted loudly in the ancient language of the elves, a complex language that only a few elves could master. Huang Bao didn't understand what he was saying at all, but from his anxious tone and expression, he could feel the urgency of the matter.

"Rivendell is about to be destroyed! What are you planning to do here? Hurry up and escort Frodo and the One Ring away!" King Elrond shouted to Aragorn. Aragorn was shocked when he heard the news. He looked at King Elrond's anxious face and quickly responded in the ancient Elven language: "Frodo... he is dead..." King Elrond's face instantly became extremely desperate, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment. But Aragorn said immediately: "However, a new holder who can resist the temptation of the One Ring has been selected, and he is preparing to leave here with the wounded under the protection of others... King Elrond, you said this place is about to be destroyed? What's going on?" King Elrond was about to explain, but his face suddenly changed, his eyes looked behind him, and he murmured: "Oh no... it's too late..."