The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Everything is as it was in the original history. Under the leadership of Thranduil, the elves are preparing to start a fight with the dwarves of Iron Hill Ridge...

"Boom!" The foot of the mountain in the distance shook, and several ferocious mouthparts emerged from the ground.

"They have forgotten the existence of the giant earth snake." Azog said with a ferocious expression.

The black orcs rushed out from the ground. They were running at high speed, holding the arm shield in front of them, holding the weapon tightly in the other hand, howling and rushing towards the elves, dwarves and humans.

"The devil is coming to fight us!" Ironfooted Dain roared and pulled the reins to turn the wild boar around.

"Fight! Fight! Children of Turin!" Dain roared.

The dwarves who were preparing to fight to the death with the elven army turned around and ran wildly with their short legs. With the sound of shields hitting each other, a wide shield wall lay across the path of the orcs. Roland guessed this wrong. , there are a total of 1,500 dwarves, among which the number of professionals exceeds 500, making the dwarves truly elite.

"Elves...why don't you fight?" Bilbo looked at the indifferent elves looking up at Gandalf.

"Thranduil! You can't do this!" Gandalf yelled at Thranduil.

Thranduil hesitated and looked back at the dwarves arrayed...

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"Speed ​​up! We have to get to the battlefield!" Roland said solemnly. He needed to see the specific situation before he could decide whether to jump into this sinkhole. Although he was not a particularly qualified lord, he was definitely a person with a conscience. He knew that to be considerate of his men, there was no need to make fearless sacrifices for a battle that could not be won.

"We need to go around to the left side of the battlefield!" Roland directed everyone. After all, he couldn't appear directly behind the orc army. If he was attacked by the orcs in turn, Roland would probably have to run away. Now Roland is like Just like walking on a tightrope across an abyss, if you make one wrong step, you may be doomed. Having a system does not mean having squandered capital! Without a complete logistics system and reserve troops, Roland is now like a rootless duck. Any failure is a disaster...

As for why we have to go around to the left side, as I just said, backstabbing is useless except for killing people with Roland's current strength. On the right side, there is not only Raven Ridge where Azog's command is, but also the possibility of facing enemies who may join the battlefield at any time. It would be great fun if the orc reinforcements of Gambada Fortress really ran over... Think about being sandwiched by at least 20,000 orcs... The dragon knights can kill one of them for you. You must know the orcs. There are also professionals among them. Their powerful warriors and shamans who are good at cursing are all big problems before Roland.

"Ah ho ho ho!" the orcs roared and crashed into the dwarf's shield wall.

Suddenly, the orcs in the front row were squinted by the sunlight. That was not sunlight... it was the sword light of the elf rangers.

Ranger professional levels are divided into: trainee ranger, ranger, intermediate ranger, senior ranger, eagle eye ranger and the highest titled stalker.

It has to be said that Thranduil also invested money this time. Nearly a thousand professional ranger elves were thrown out by him. The scimitar of the elf ranger was waving in the air. The scimitar with various fighting auras was like a hot knife cutting butter. It can cut through the orc's armor, muscles, blood vessels, and bones with such sharpness...

The orcs were stunned by the sudden attack. They waved their weapons randomly to block, and several vine whips emerged from the void.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" After the crisp sound of the whip, all the orcs around were dripping with blood. Some orcs even had their heads whipped off by the vine whip. This is exactly the skill launched by several senior rangers - Thrashing the Jungle: Summoning a clump of vines to continuously whip the enemy.

"Kill! For the glory of Turin!" The supported dwarves no longer cowered behind their shields. They removed their shields, straightened their weapons and rammed straight into the oncoming orcs.

"Heavy slash!" The dwarves' warrior professionals activated their skills, and the sharp dwarf battle ax came down from top to bottom, wrapped in fighting spirit. The surging fighting spirit knocked over a group of orcs.

"Release!" The elf archers arrayed at the back set up their bows and arrows, and a total of 3,000 elf archers released arrows with various skills.

"Ho ho ho!"

"Ouch!"

"Hoo!"

A wave of arrows successfully blocked the Orcs' army. Their backup was blocked by the arrows, and the dense arrows left a large gap in their formation.

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"Good guy! Are we really in a mess?" Roland and his group lay facelessly on the top of the mountain, pointing at the blazing battlefield below.

"Sir, are we really going to join the war like this?" Renault asked in a dark voice, thinking that Roland might want to lead everyone into hell.

"Don't forget, we haven't gotten back our commission yet. The capital of our business is all in this mountain..." Roland glanced at the still closed Irube, and couldn't help but feel passionate about the mountains of treasures in the city.

"Let's take a look at the situation first." Roland did not rush to a conclusion but carefully observed the battlefield.

"There are at least 4,000 elves! There should be about 1,000 dwarves. The 200 soldiers from Changhu Town plus some recruited strong men should be 500!" Roland murmured. This is much more people than in history, and because Roland Because of this, the people of Lake Town escaped the fate of being roasted by Smaug, so it is understandable that the number of human soldiers increased sharply.

"But there are at least 15,000 orcs..." Kaslo said weakly after some calculations.

"Alas, this does not include the orc reinforcements from Gambada Fortress..." Roland sighed. If it weren't for the evil exchange of small money for wealth points to develop, Roland really wouldn't want to take a trip into this muddy water. He has long passed the period of time when he just crossed over and was full of energy and energy. This is the real world! Every decision you make may cost your subordinates or even yourself their lives. This is not a game!

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"They can't fight on two fronts! Attack the River Valley State!" Azog saw the flaw of the coalition at a glance. Standing on Raven Ridge, he used this conspiracy to attack the enemy and save it.

Humans will return to River Valley City to protect the old and the weak, and the dwarves will not step back to protect Irub. However, the number of elves in the army can only allow them to participate in one battlefield. They are bound to make a choice. Obviously, the elves will not fight with the dwarves. Fighting side by side, Azog easily completed his plan to divide the battlefield.

"Withdraw! River Valley State!" Bard looked at the orcs who turned around and rushed towards River Valley State with tears in their eyes.

"Return to the River Valley!" Seeing the coalition forces being continuously compressed by the orcs, Thranduil issued the order to retreat. The elves and humans quickly withdrew to the River Valley City under the cover of alternate shooting from the elven shooters...

There are only figures of dwarves fighting in front of the gate of Erub, and their living space is constantly being compressed.

"Thorin! Where is he? Do we need him?" Dain anxiously looked for his cousin on the battlefield.

"Ouch!" A big knife stabbed hard into the heart of Din's mount, and Iron-footed Din was knocked to the ground.

"Bah!" Dyne got up from the ground and grabbed the spear that was stabbing him and sent it into the heart of the orc who was sneaking up from behind. He swung the warhammer a few times and blew the head of the orc who passed by him.

"Roar!" The tall troll swung his battle ax and slashed in a circular motion. A dwarf berserker was split into two halves instantly when he couldn't dodge.

"噌噌嗌噌!" The harsh sound of metal friction sounded. A dwarf warrior was stabbed into the gaps in the armor by several weapons at the same time. He waved the battle ax feebly and fell to the ground...

"Thorin! Thorin -" Daine, who was watching the tragic deaths of his people, shouted the name of Thorin Oakenshield crazily on the battlefield. Unfortunately, Thorin had already fallen into the curse of the dragon's gold...