The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"But only you can change all this!" Roland urged.

"We have suffered heavy losses. Three thousand years of cultivation have only allowed us to regain the ability to protect ourselves. Forgive me for not being able to participate in the war..." Eovia insisted that she did not want to participate in the war.

"His Royal Highness Eovia, the star dragon is not invincible. Barrier dragons always have their own weaknesses. Overly powerful attacks cannot be endured by the star barrier." Roland spread his hands helplessly. He couldn't help but use hard force. .

"As far as I know, Sauron has the allegiance of a demon flying dragon, and his men also have the hell siege hammer Grond. Do you think this barrier can stop it? I admit that you are a qualified lord. You don’t want your people to be caught in the flames of war, but you also have no way out. You will be targeted by Sauron sooner or later, unless you think you can withstand Sauron’s army alone." Roland had no choice but to throw out this heavyweight bomb.

Seeing that Eovia was silent, he struck again while the iron was hot: "When only you are left in the end, you will face the orcs alone, and Thingri will be destroyed in the flames of war! Your people will howl in the fire. Cry! Is this what you want to see?"

"Presumptuous!" Peter Groh slapped the table and stood up. Facing the aggressive Roland, Peter Groh felt that his king was humiliated and stood up.

"What? Am I right? Your Excellency Dragon Knight." Roland said lightly.

"You!" Peter Grotto was speechless.

"Forget it! Renault, let's go. I hope King Eovia can resist those orcs alone after we are all destroyed." Roland stood up, bowed and called Renault after him, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait! Tell me about your plan." Iovia's cold voice came from behind Roland.

After hearing this, Roland, who originally turned away, raised a smile. He slowly turned his head and said, "Sorry, we have no other plan except fighting, unless you think we have the ability to push Gambada Fortress or Togo. Erdo."

"Is the situation really that serious?" From Eovia's perspective, these kingdoms outside could at least organize an army of nearly 20,000 people.

"The fact is that Erub, the Woodland Kingdom, the Lagrand Kingdom, River Valley City, Los Sanil City, and Iron Ridge together only form an army of about 8,000 people. This is still the number of soldiers we have devoted all our resources to." Roland shrugged. , looking helplessly at the already confused Star Elf.

"We have little chance of winning..." Peter Gro suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, but if you do nothing, there will be no chance of winning!" Roland walked up to him and stared into his eyes.

"You're right!" Iovia rubbed her sore eyes and confirmed Roland's words. He didn't expect that after three thousand years, the kingdom outside had become so weak.

"I would like to ask, how many elf soldiers there are in the Kingdom of Singrui now..." Roland seemed to have thought of something and said with a strange expression.

After Iovia waved her hand to Peter Glo to tell them, Peter Glo said nervously: "About three thousand elf soldiers..."

"..." Roland's eyes twitched. He was a hidden force after all, so why was he so shameless? After all, there are eight thousand elf soldiers in the game, but why are they so shabby in reality?

"But our army is composed of third-level professions!" Peter Gro said proudly when mentioning this.

"I'll wipe it!" Roland widened his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes. An army of three thousand third-level professionals... It was simply an orc harvester!

"What kind of professionals are they?" Roland asked eagerly.

"A thousand mid-level rangers, a thousand sharpshooters, a thousand elite swordsmen!" Iovia said with familiarity.

"What the hell! There's no serious front row!" Roland secretly thought, not to mention the shooter, this must be a long-range output. Elf Rangers also focus on long-range attacks, and their melee capabilities are very weak (relatively). This damn elf swordsman is such a funny existence!

What does a swordsman look like in your impression? What about the front-line tank professionals who are heavy tanks like the Dovinian Heavy Swordsmen, and the Elf Swordsmen? Not to mention the fragile body, it can be regarded as a front row effect, but the swordsmen of the star elves are really outrageous! What they are holding is not a sword! What a moon blade!

Do you know what a moon blade is? It's the kind of giant blade that looks like a crescent moon, with the handle in the center of the moon blade! The key is that this thing is thrown out! Simply put, they are large boomerangs... What kind of defense do you expect them to have?

"Sure enough! The front row will ultimately depend on humans and dwarves..." Roland slapped himself on the head and was speechless.

There is a reason for the Star Elves to do this. The population is originally small and they cannot afford the consumption of frontal battles. The natural choice of arms tends to be long-range and medium-range arms suitable for guerrilla kiting tactics.

However, Roland still wanted to ask the star elves, is it polite to call the pitcher carrying the giant boomerang a swordsman?

"So...you can't fight alone?" Roland looked at Eovia and Peter Gro with a strange look. This group of medium and long-range troops could instantly unleash a terrifying attack on the orcs, but in one fell swoop, But getting involved closely... That's another story. Unfortunately, there are many orcs.

"Well, actually we can fight against the Dragon Knight!" Iovia said with a blush.

"I understand..." Roland looked up to the sky and sighed.

He originally thought that the ratio of near and distant troops among the woodland elves was exaggerated enough, but he didn't expect that the star elves were even more extreme than them...

"We need to leave enough manpower to protect the barrier, so even if we go to war, we can only send out 2,000 people!" Iovia said after a moment of silence. After all, the flames of war have not touched her yet, and the crystal still needs to be defended.

"Understood." Roland nodded. He knew the deepest secret hidden by Singrui, a star well! Like other elves who believe in the goddess of the moon and the goddess of nature, the star elves originally believed in the goddess of nature. At that time, the star well was still the sun well. This source of magic gave the elves strength and longevity. The elves who lost the magic well would gradually After its demise, when the Singri elves converted to the Star Goddess, the original Sun Well was blessed and turned into a Star Well, and the first and only Star Well in the world was born.

"When will they come?" There was deep violence hidden under Eovia's calm appearance. This was not like his indifferent look before. It was obvious that he hated Sauron and his minions.

"Probably next spring! They won't let us sow and plow the fields with peace of mind." Roland said quietly.

"Well..." Eovia fell into thought.

"Peter! Call all the archers and rangers! Bring enough supplies! Let's go to the Long Lake first and wait for those bastards to arrive!" A cold light flashed in Eovia's eyes. He did not want to miss the opportunity to fight and decided to lead his tribe in advance to wait for the orcs. With the coming, his scimitar can't wait to drink the blood of the orcs.

"Tell the people that I will seal the entire Singri after I leave. If you don't see me after the seal is released...I will have returned to the embrace of the stars by then!" Eovia smiled and stood up from the throne. Getting up, he pushed open the door of the main hall and took out a blood-stained horn from his arms.

"Father, I am going to follow your path again..." Eovia's eyes sparkled with crystal light.

"Now that darkness has fallen, let us be the only light in the night!"

The sound of the trumpet echoed throughout Singery's corner.