The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Roar!" The rounded war hammer hit Manikati directly. Feeling the huge force coming from his hand, Verve directly used the force to roll around in the air and then landed on the ground again.

"Damn Elf!" O'Neville looked at the deep slash mark on the war hammer. The surrounding steel that was chopped around even melted, and the magic pattern on the side that was struck was directly scrapped.

"Mixed-blood bastard!" Vervay looked at O'Neville's face. His pointed ears and different appearance all showed that he had elven blood.

"I will tear your thin arms and legs apart!"

"You filthy bastard, you have really insulted the blood of our elves!" Verve looked unkind.

Almost every elf king is a top level 6 professional, but the leader of the prairie elf tribe is obviously not an elf king. Although he has the possibility of becoming an elf king, because he does not have the nourishment of the magic well and the faith of the people, now Ver Weicai is a fourth-level senior ranger.

Facing the fifth-level warrior Onaville, Verway did not have an advantage, and even suffered a lot!

"Stop the Knights! I want to annihilate all these human infantry!" Seeing Roland's handsome knight charge again, Onaville obviously had no reason to let the Knights successfully divide the battlefield, and just shot those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them.

Onaville understood that the current knights were at the end of their strength. Looking at the uncertain battle energy that enveloped them, he could see that as long as this infantry was eaten, the knights and the flying dragon knights would be innocuous. Using these ordinary orcs in exchange for the wealth and elite soldiers promised by Sauron is obviously a lucrative business.

"It seems that you are the only defenders here? It will be just around the corner to deal with your lone mountain." The Orc King of the Wasteland laughed cruelly.

"The people of the grassland will not surrender! The glory of the elves still shines on us!" Verve said unceremoniously.

"Long live Raglan!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the king!"

"For home!"

The numerous Lagrand soldiers shouted! The glory and glory of the empire still flow in their blood, and they will be indestructible with one heart and one mind!

"King! Listen!" Renault, who fiercely pulled out the sword from the orc's neck, suddenly looked pleased.

"We have never lost our glory! Renault!" Roland also heard the shouts from the soldiers at the bottom.

"Knights! For Raglan!" Roland roared.

"Kill! Long live Raglan!"

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"Pursue and kill!" Verve's fighting spirit flashed, and he appeared beside Onavel in an instant, and the Manicati in his hand swept across in an instant.

"Cang!" O'Neville, who reacted quickly, quickly raised the warhammer in his hand.

"Roar!" The dark red warhammer hit the ground heavily, and a shock wave shook around the warhammer.

Verway tiptoed and instantly jumped into the sky to avoid the shock wave.

"You can't beat me!" O'Neville swung the round war hammer and hit the Manikati in Verve's hand.

"Death!" Verve roared, and a torrent of war energy visible to the naked eye was poured into the war hammer, then roared towards Verve.

"Boom!" Manicati was directly pressed into an incredible angle, and Verve was also shocked out.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Verve. He was injured!

"You! Just a homeless wretch! You are just a miserable vagabond! You are abandoned elves! Hahaha!" O'Neville laughed and mocked.

"Pfft~" Verway, holding the sword in one hand and supporting the ground with the other, fell to one knee on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Verway's consciousness gradually blurred, and he vaguely saw his deceased parents, the deceased tribesmen, and the dilapidated home... Yes! Prairie elves are abandoned elves... We have no home...

"I'm tired! Father!" In Verve's eyes, his father was walking towards him step by step.

"I tried my best! King Roland..." Verwei could no longer support his heavy body, and the heavy internal injuries caused him to fall into a coma.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! What else can you do now?" Onavel licked the dark red blood stains on the war hammer and said ferociously.

"Huh~dong!" A dragoon lance fell from the sky and instantly nailed O'Neville who had just stopped.

"Sin! Execution!" Kaslo, who was holding the mithril sword, jumped off the dragon's back. Just now, Kaslo, who was killing orcs everywhere, discovered that O'Neville had broken the shield formation and Verve had fallen. Seeing the scene on the ground, he hurried over to support him. Kaldor roared and then fiercely sprayed out a dragon's breath carrying a torrent of wind elements towards Onavir.

Onaviel dodged the fatal blow after rolling several times, but the orc behind him was not so lucky. A bloody path dozens of meters long extended out in front of Kaldor.

"Dragon Knight!" O'Neville gritted his teeth.

"May the Dragon God forgive you!" Kasluo said coldly after waving the dragon into the air. Flying dragons are no better than giant dragons. Even with dragon armor, they may be killed by hidden arrows, so the battlefield of dragons will always be in the sky! There are too many dangers on the ground.

"A little knight is trying to stop me?" O'Neville felt insulted!

"I'm never alone!" Kaslo said angrily as he glanced at the knights who were still charging desperately and then at the light infantry behind them who had suffered heavy casualties.

"Let the dragon's anger devour you!" The sword carrying the dragon's war energy flames pierced straight towards him. O'Neville did not dare to block it. The power derived from the dragon directly suppressed the blood of the half-orc. This was The pressure of blood!

"Roar!" The war hammer hit the Mithril Sword, causing the sword to deflect suddenly. The huge force even deflected Kaslo's lower body, causing his body to pour in the opposite direction of the force.

"Ouch!" O'Neville, who was unyielding, continued to wave the warhammer in his hand and shoot his bow from left to right, hitting Kaslo back again and again.

"You have so much power but can't use it, you're such a pathetic person!" Onavel said wantonly as he watched Kaslo, who had powerful dragon fighting energy, being beaten back repeatedly by him.

"The secret skill of the Flying Dragon Knight: Gale Knight Cut!" Kaslo finally found the opportunity and activated the secret skill passed down by the Flying Dragon Knight!

As Kaslo's wrist shook at high speed, blue wind blades were condensed in the void. They flew around the sword body. As there were more and more wind blades, they slowly turned into a wind blade that wrapped around Kaslo. Four-legged flying dragons flying around.

"Ang!" The wind blade flying dragon followed the guidance of Caslo's sword and flew towards Onavir. The violent friction between the high-speed dancing wind element flying dragon and the air actually formed a dragon roar.

Onavel narrowed his eyes, grabbed the orc beside him and threw it towards the wind dragon. The violent fluctuations of the wind element directly tore it in mid-air. Seeing that the situation was not good, Onavel plunged into the crowd...

The next second! The wind elemental flying dragon fell, and its flesh and blood were immediately covered in a large number of flying wind elements within a radius of ten meters.

"Die!" Onavel, who was hiding in the crowd, threw a battle ax while Kaslo's old strength was gone and new strength was still not regenerated.

"Boom!" Kasluo, who barely resisted, was thrown away by the huge force.

"Roar!" The roaring O'Neville jumped down with his warhammer high.

"Cang!" The sound of gold and iron clashing came as a long sword burning with blazing fire held up the war hammer that was about to fall on Kaslo's head.

"Zombie, your opponent is me!" Verve, who looked like a madman, grinned with a mouth full of blood.