MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 21 The Battle of the 5th Army (2)

"Retreat!" Thranduil shouted angrily as he saw the people buried in the hands of the Orcs.

The huge wood attribute vindictiveness gathered on his body, and a blue crescent moon rose behind him...

"Bang!" The crescent moon was waved and thrown out by Thranduil, and the crescent moon fluttered around the battlefield as if it had spirituality. Orcs within a radius of 50 meters with Thranduil as the center were all cut in half.

"Damn it! Elf stalker? The highest-level ranger?" Even Roland and his party, who were watching the battle on the hillside, discovered this unusually magnificent crescent moon.

"The Moon of the Hunt! A unique combat skill of the stalker, that round of the crescent moon will automatically attack the marked enemies within a radius of 50 of the caster." Kaslow took a glance and explained the details.

"The background of this woodland kingdom is 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. Thranduil led nearly 5,000 elves professionals, which was a bit surprising to Roland. , but the miserable population and fertility of the elves...

"Ow!" The gigantic trolls drilled out of the hole with a simple small trebuchet on their backs. They slammed their arms on the ground and firmly supported the trebuchet. On their shoulders, the orcs standing behind them joined forces to push the trebuchet. A boulder was loaded into the trebuchet.

"Boom!" Several boulders swept across the sky and smashed heavily towards River Valley City.

"Ah~" Several elf shooters who were shooting on a stone stack were thrown out by the boulder.

"Hmm!" The flying rubble hit the head of the human soldier who was running below, and the soldier let out a painful cry before falling down limply.

"Kill! For the goddess of the forest!" An elf ranger saw that the elf shooter who was digitally screened was surrounded by several ugly orcs, he just pulled out of the battlefield, he gritted his teeth and turned to kill...

"Hold up!" Several spear-wielding human defenders tried their best to stab the orcs who climbed up the dilapidated crenel with their spears.

"Roar!" After a giant troll with a stone battering ram on its head roared, a few run-ups lowered their heads and slammed into the outermost city wall of River Valley City.

"Wow!" With the sound of the troll falling to the ground, the city wall, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was no longer overwhelmed, and collapsed suddenly, leaving a hole more than ten meters wide.

"Abandon the city wall! Prepare for street fighting!" Bud said to his soldiers in pain when the city wall was broken.

"Bahn! Take the women and children to church!" Bud dragged his panicked son.

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"Ha!" Under the city of Elub, Iron Foot Dain was leading the Iron Foot Army with only a thousand people left, desperately resisting the half-orc front.

"Duh duh!" The sophisticated dwarf hand crossbow played a huge role, and a rain of arrows successfully suppressed the half-orc's offensive.

"Roar!" The dwarf berserker who turned on the madness swung his weapon to kill the orcs who had rushed in front of him with three strikes and five cuts.

"Sorin! Where are you? We need you!" Ironfoot Dain called out the name of the Dwarf King in pain.

At this time, Thorin was standing in front of the mountain of wealth, laughing and stroking the wealth that belonged to the king under the mountain... His followers were standing on the high wall of Irube, watching their kin being killed by orcs in pain. massacre…

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"Bang!" Thranduil rode the moon deer and rammed all the way, killing all the orcs crowded on the stone bridge entering the city gate.

"Ow..." The Moon Deer below him wailed in pain and threw Thranduyi out with his hoofs on his knees. At this time, Thranduil realized that there were several rough iron swords stuck in the Moon Deer's chest. This place has been occupied by orcs! Thranduil was the last elves to withdraw from the battlefield... The other elves either retreated into the city or died outside...

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

"Heh~" He sneered, when did even the lowly ordinary orcs dare to approach him? Thranduil couldn't help feeling angry.

"Shuh!" The sharp elf's double-edged blade swept through the air in a beautiful arc, and a dozen orcs were immediately gutted by the knife.

"This..." He quickly shuttled through the city with two blades in hand. Facing the elves lying on the ground everywhere along the way, he couldn't help venting his anger on the half-orcs he encountered.

Finally, he encountered a group of elves who were stubbornly resisting. He roared and swung the weapon in his hand to chop off the necks of the orcs quickly, accurately and mercilessly.

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

"Let's get out of this hellish place!" Thranduil said angrily. He had planned to come and take away the elves' favorite treasure, the holy white gem. Who would have thought that he would be beaten by the orcs before they could make a difference with the dwarves. After a while, at least nearly a thousand elves died in this **** place.

"You can't do this! You can't go!" Tao Lie'er 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 Lie'er pleaded bitterly.

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"Forget it, retreat..." Roland sighed and shook his head. It was too messy. Humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs have already beaten the dog's brain out here. Roland flinched. Dangerous situation, risking the annihilation of the entire army to join the team battle for the sake of wealth, the most likely thing is that everyone is left behind.

"Why? Your lord? Aren't we staying here to find an opportunity to attack?" Renault raised his head and asked in surprise.

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

Sure enough, Renault was still as fond of doing things as in history. Roland held his head helplessly. Renault, known as the Dawn of the North, was recognized by everyone because of his chivalrous style, drawing swords for the weak. ! Swing the sword to the stronger! Fight for unarmed civilians! Fight for allies!

"We have almost no chance of winning. Even if we have flying dragon knights, it is far from enough! The half-orc reinforcements from Gangbada are on their way, and we have no ability to turn the tide of the battle!" Roland explained patiently to his subordinates.

Everyone didn't speak, and hundreds of people were silent. Everyone understood the truth, but it was something that everyone couldn't do if they just walked away.

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 may never understand the pursuit of glory by the knights of the Lagrand Empire...

"Sorry! My king! Maybe this is the first and last time I have disobeyed your order!" Renault raised his head suddenly and gave Roland a standard knightly salute.

"Soldiers of Lagrand! The glory of our ancestors still flows in our blood! The waters of the Swift River are still nourishing our homeland! Maybe today we will fail! Maybe we will die! But the will of the Empire will never be Will perish! We! Participate in! War!" Reynolds roared as he rolled over and raised his dragon spear.

"For the glory of the empire!"

"Long live Lagrange!"

"The Swift River shelters you and me!"

"Use my longbow to point the way forward!"

Immediately everyone was excited, the imprint of Lagrand's glory had already been deeply engraved in the depths of their souls by the system, and for the sake of home and glory, they were willing to be the enemy of the world!

"Maybe you're right." Roland quietly stared at every face in front of him.

After a long time, Roland raised his head and looked at the Lonely Mountain battlefield that was fighting in the distance.

"Then, let's go to war!" Roland pulled out his Dragon Slaying Sword and got on his horse.

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