The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"After a bucket of dragon blood can temper up to 10 crossbows, the energy in the dragon's blood will be exhausted." Radil said to Roland with a crossbow like a spear in his hand. The crossbow in his hand was wrapped around The burning blood lines like blood vessels make people shudder. This is exactly the performance of its enchanted weapon.

"So what's the effect?" Roland asked. After all, something that costs so much must at least be worth the money.

"The effect is pretty good! It comes with tearing magic, burning magic, and penetrating magic!" Radil stroked his beard and smiled.

"Tearing magic can effectively tear apart the hit object, whether it is a creature or a building. Burning magic will magically ignite the hit object, which is fatal to siege equipment. Penetrating magic can effectively break it. The defense of the object is mainly aimed at local high-level heavy-armed units. Generally speaking, the fourth-level heavy-armed professionals are unwilling to be hit head-on by it." Radill explained to Roland.

"Not bad, not bad!" Roland nodded to express satisfaction. Although he had played with this heavy city defense crossbow when he was a lord in the game, he had never had a good understanding of this defensive equipment. This time, Roland was really eye-opening. He didn't expect this thing to be suitable. So powerful after loading the enchanted crossbow.

"Let's do this, let's make 100 of them." Roland felt a little hurt.

"Oh, what a waste!" Radil also sighed. After all, it is pure dragon blood. Such simple processing can make a real alchemist vomit blood after seeing it.

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Woodland Kingdom, Western Frontier…

"Really, we have to patrol in winter..." A group of elves patrolling the border were chatting and complaining.

"This weather... there aren't even ghosts. How could the orcs come out across the heavy snow to attack the kingdom?"

"I really don't understand why we should care about the lives of those greedy dwarves!"

A group of elves braved the flying snowflakes to patrol the edge of the forest. In the distance, walking out of the forest was the misty mountain range full of dangers. This group of elves were the furthest outpost guards of the Woodland Kingdom.

"Even the forest river is frozen!" The elves shuddered as they looked at the frozen forest river.

"Everyone cheer up. After a round, we will go back and drink some fruit wine to warm ourselves up." The elf ranger who led the team straightened the crooked scimitar and walked in front.

"This snow is really heavy!" The group of people were stepping on the knee-deep snow to prepare to return.

What they don't know is that heavy snow can not only block the footsteps of predators but also hide their whereabouts...

"Roar!" A roar came from the snowdrift next to the bushes that suddenly exploded. The gushing fighting spirit melted the snow into water droplets, and a gleaming battle ax shot out and whirled into the chest of an elf. Knock it away and tear it apart in the air!

The flying blood shocked the elves beside them, but before they could react, the next second, more snowdrifts exploded and flying axes roared towards their faces...

"Enemy attack!" The leader of the elf rangers finally reacted. He shouted in horror and drew his hand to the scimitar at his waist.

"Ouch!" A six-edged war hammer roared and hit him head-on, causing his fragile body to make a heart-breaking sound of bone cracking.

"Cang!" This exquisite scimitar made by elves was not pulled out by its owner in the end.

A wisp of blood slowly flowed down the handle of the knife, and finally stayed on the half-unsheathed blade...

"Order the large forces to set off!" The one holding the war hammer was the fifth-level general Bolger!

"Others follow me and pull out these nails along the way!" Bolger waved his hand, and more than a dozen third-level orc berserkers behind him came closer. It was they who lurked in the ice and snow and gave the elf patrol a fatal blow.

A fifth-level general with more than a dozen third-level berserkers could easily deal with the elf patrols whose highest level was only the second level. A team of 12 elf patrols could withstand their massacre...

Thranduil never dreamed that the outposts and patrols he left on the border would be wiped out completely by the orcs' sneak attacks.

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"How is the situation?" Eovia asked.

"Your Highness, the situation is very bad. The southern part of the Dark Forest has been occupied by orcs. Our rangers will be discovered by the patrolling wolf cavalry soon after entering to investigate..." The elf did not speak anymore. The hidden words behind him were, no It is necessary to sacrifice the already sparsely populated star elves for this information.

"Well, in this case, don't probe too deeply in the future." Eovia nodded. He supported the spies' decision. There was no need for the star elves to sacrifice their small population for this information.

"Anyway, the war is a foregone conclusion..." Eovia sighed and asked the soldiers in front of her to retreat. Even if they knew that the orcs were gathering or marching, so what? Do the coalition forces have the ability to stop them?

Eovia rubbed her swollen temples and re-study the defense plan of Los Sanniers City.

"Alas... I hope the orcs will give us more time!" Looking at the elf ranger coming out of Eovia's room, Bai Yi sighed and turned around to leave.

…

"Where are Dan and the others?" Thorin asked, staring at Fili in front of him.

"They still have a few days to go, and they carry a lot of baggage. Qili is with them. I will come back in advance to report the news, and by the way, I will inform you to send someone to meet them." Feilihui reported.

"This is really great!" Thorin let out a long sigh, and the dwarves in Erub City were overwhelmed by the orc army a hundred miles away.

"It's a pity that most of our people haven't returned yet, otherwise I would definitely lead the heroic dwarf army to chop off the heads of those northern orcs!" Thorin complained to his nephew Fili while sitting on the throne.

"Uncle, I heard that King Roland has defeated an army of Orcs. Does that mean there is no Orc threat in the south?" Fili asked.

"How is that possible! Roland and the others defeated the wasteland orcs. The well-equipped Dol Guldo orcs are still hiding in the dark forest, ready to give them a fatal blow! They can't help us much in this battle." Suo Lin smiled at his nephew and explained the problems Roland and the others were facing.

"Alas...are the elves really reliable?" Fili couldn't help but think of the elves who ignored Irubo and refused to save him.

"I never had hope for them." Thorin snorted coldly. Although he was forced to fight alongside the elves during the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin still had a grudge in his heart.

"I hope they can be reliable this time." After all, the elves are one of the few reinforcements on the northern battlefield, and Fili can only hope that the elves will not protect themselves wisely this time.