The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Retreat!" Thranduil shouted angrily as he witnessed his people being buried in the hands of the orcs.

Huge wood attribute fighting energy gathered on his body, and a blue crescent moon rose behind him...

"Ouch!" The crescent moon was thrown away by Thranduil's wave. The crescent moon flew around the battlefield as if it were spiritual. All the orcs within a 50-meter radius with Thranduil as the center were cut in half.

"Oh my god! Elf hunter? The highest level ranger?" Even Roland and his party who were watching the battle on the hillside spotted this unusually beautiful crescent moon.

"Hunter's Moon! A unique combat skill for stalkers, the crescent moon will automatically attack marked enemies within a 50-meter radius of the caster." Kaslo took a glance and told the details.

"The foundation of this woodland kingdom is pretty good. It's not as bad as I thought." Roland was a little surprised.

Thanks to the long lifespan of elves, almost all elves can become professionals. They have a wealth of time and experience to hone their magic and combat skills. Roland was surprised that Thranduil led nearly 5,000 elf professionals. , but the elves’ pathetic population and fertility...

"Ouch!" The huge trolls came out of the hole carrying a simple small trebuchet on their backs. They slammed their arms on the ground and firmly supported the trebuchet. The orcs on their shoulders and behind them worked together to smash the trebuchet. A huge boulder was loaded into the trebuchet.

"Boom!" Several boulders streaked across the sky and hit River Valley City heavily.

"Ah~" Several elf shooters who were shooting on a stone pile were violently thrown away by the boulder.

"Ugh!" The flying gravel hit the head of the human soldier running below. The soldier wailed in pain and fell down softly.

"Kill! For the forest goddess!" An elf ranger saw that the elf archer covered by several people was surrounded by several ugly orcs. He had just withdrawn from the battlefield and gritted his teeth and turned around to kill...

"Hold on!" Several human defenders holding spears worked hard to use the spears in their hands to stab down the orcs who climbed up the ruined crenellations.

"Roar!" A giant troll with a stone battering ram on its head roared. After a few runs, it lowered its head and slammed into the outermost wall of River Valley City.

"Crash!" Along with the sound of the troll falling to the ground, the city wall, which had been in disrepair for a long time, could no longer bear the load and collapsed, leaving a hole more than ten meters wide.

"Abandon the city wall! Prepare for street fighting!" Bard said to his soldiers in pain when he saw that the city wall was breached.

"Barn! Take the women and children to church!" Bud grabbed his panicked son.

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"Ha!" Under the city of Erub, Iron-footed Dain was leading the Iron-footed Army with only more than a thousand people left to desperately resist the orcs' front.

"Duh duh duh!" The sophisticated dwarf hand crossbow played a huge role, and a hail of arrows successfully suppressed the orcs' offensive.

"Roar!" The dwarf berserker who turned on the madness waved his weapon three times to kill the orcs who rushed to the front of the formation.

"Thorin! Where are you? We need you!" Ironfoot Dyne called the dwarf king's name in pain.

At this time, Thorin was standing in front of the mountains of wealth, laughing and stroking the wealth that belonged to the king under the mountain... His followers stood on the high walls of Erub and watched in pain as their fellow tribesmen were half-baked. Orc massacre...

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"Hey!" Thranduil rode the moon deer and rampaged all the way, killing all the orcs that were crowded on the stone bridge entering the city gate.

"Ouch..." The Moon Deer underneath him wailed in pain and knelt on his hooves, throwing Thranduil out. At this moment, Thranduil discovered that there were several rough iron swords stuck in Yue Lu's chest. , this place has been occupied by orcs! Thranduil was the last elf to withdraw from the battlefield... The other elves either withdrew into the city or died outside...

He looked around, and a dozen ordinary orcs gathered around him.

"Ha~" He sneered. When did even lowly ordinary half-orcs dare to get close to him? Thranduil couldn't help but feel angry.

"Whoa!" The sharp elven double blades drew a beautiful arc in the air, and a dozen orcs were immediately disemboweled by the blades.

"This..." He quickly shuttled through the city with both blades in hand. Facing the elves lying dead on the ground everywhere along the way, he couldn't help but angrily vent his anger on the orcs he met.

Finally he met a group of elves who were resisting tenaciously. He roared and waved the weapon in his hand to quickly, accurately and ruthlessly cut off the necks of the orcs.

"Gather our troops!" Thranduil ordered to the elves under his command.

"Let us get out of this hellish place!" Thranduil said angrily. He originally planned to come and take away the elves' favorite treasure - the holy white gem. Who would have thought that he would be beaten up by the orcs before he and the dwarves could tell the difference? In just one moment, at least nearly a thousand elves died in this damn place.

"You can't do this! You can't leave!" Tao Lieer appeared in front of Thranduil.

"My people have left enough blood for this land!" Thranduil said coldly. He was unwilling to sacrifice the lives of his people for the sake of dwarves and humans.

"Dwarves and humans still need us!" Tao Lieer begged bitterly.

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"Forget it, let's withdraw..." Roland sighed and shook his head. It was too chaotic. Humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs were already here and almost knocked their brains out. Roland flinched. He was unwilling to send his subordinates to If you fall into danger and join a team fight at the risk of annihilation for the sake of wealth, the most likely outcome is that everyone will be left behind.

"Why? Sir? Aren't we staying here to look for opportunities to attack?" Renault raised his head and said in surprise.

"Why retreat? They need us..." Renault said reluctantly.

Sure enough, Renault was still as trouble-making as he had been in history. Roland held his head helplessly. Renault, known as the Dawn of the North, was recognized by everyone precisely because of his chivalrous style, drawing swords for the weak. ! Swing your sword to the stronger one! Fight for defenseless civilians! Fight for friendly forces!

"We have almost no chance of winning. Even if we have the Dragon Knight, it is not enough! Gambada's orc reinforcements are on the way, and we have no ability to turn the tide of the battle!" Roland patiently explained to his subordinates.

No one spoke, and hundreds of people were silent. Everyone understood the truth, but just walking away was something no one could do.

Roland looked at the silent crowd and frowned helplessly. Perhaps because he was familiar with the essence of all this, Roland lost the opportunity to empathize with everyone. He might never be able to understand the pursuit of glory of the knights of the Lagrand Empire...

"Sorry! My king! Maybe this is the first and last time I disobey your order! The honor of knights does not allow us to abandon our allies!" Renault suddenly raised his head and gave Roland a standard knightly salute and said arrive.

"Don't forget that you are also a noble Paladin!" Renault bowed lightly.

"Soldiers of Lagrand! The glory of our ancestors still flows in our blood! The water of the rushing river is still nourishing our homeland! Maybe today we will fail! Maybe we will die! But the will of the empire will never Will perish! Let’s! Participate! Fight!” Renault got on his horse, picked up the dragon gun and roared.

"For the glory of the empire!"

"Long live Raglan!"

"The rushing river protects you and me!"

"Use my longbow to point the way forward!"

Suddenly, everyone was excited. The mark of Lagrand's glory had already been deeply engraved in the depths of their souls by the system. For the sake of their homeland and glory, they were willing to be enemies of the world!

"Maybe you are right, I am also a knight." Roland quietly looked at every face in front of him, smiled softly, and put his hand on the hilt of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

After a long time, Roland raised his head and looked at the Gushan battlefield where the fighting was taking place in the distance.

"Then, let's join the war! For the glory of the knights! For the glory of Raglan!" Roland pulled out the dragon-slaying sword and got on his horse.