The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Weak ant! You can actually get up?" Ounaville looked at the weak Verve and said in shock. Verve would never be able to take the blow of that magnitude just now.

"Haha, you are right! We are wandering elves... We have no home! But we still have things we want to protect!" Verve said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

You must know that the predecessors of the grassland elves are the Gondolin elves. After the destruction of Gondolin, countless elves escaped from Gondolin. The grassland elves are one of them. They are distributed in various wastelands in tribal families. Struggling to survive, they lost their home and shelter and became a people without a country.

"Hahaha..." Verwei laughed crazily, and the original wood element's fighting spirit gradually ignited red under the assimilation of Manicati...

"You're crazy! You're actually transforming your own attributes!" Onaville was frightened by the lunatic in front of him. Normally, the result of this transformation of opposing attributes is - self-destruction!

"Since...the power of nature...cannot protect...then let the fire...ignite nature...hahaha!" The Manikati in Verve's hand has ignited the fighting spirit in his whole body, and his original The wood fighting spirit disappeared quietly, and wisps of wood fighting spirit were ignited by Manicati and turned into fire fighting spirit...

"Burn forever in the fire..." Verve dragged Manikati forward step by step.

"Don't come here! You lunatic!" Onneville looked at Vervail, who was covered in flames. The flames rolled up tongues of flame nearly 3 meters high above his head. Onneville stepped back step by step.

"That's right! I'm just a poor guy...a poor guy who can't even be protected by my tribe, so! Can you please die?" Verve said softly, but it was extremely cold in Onneville's ears.

"Boom!" Verve's extremely unstable fire element was instantly ignited, and a long-lasting aura swept over and instantly rushed away the half-orcs who were at the front. The blood of the Elf King awakened!

"Death!" The slender Manikati fell from the sky, and the aura of the sixth-level stalker burst out instantly!

"Impossible!" Ounaville was shocked! What he saw completely refreshed his understanding. A fourth-level senior ranger instantly became a sixth-level elf king!

"Roland, you are right! I can indeed be king!" Verve looked at the Knights of Holy Glory who failed to charge in the distance and were driven out of the battle circle by the orcs. He looked down at the sword in his hand and murmured.

"Hunting Moon!" Vervail raised his hand, and a crescent moon appeared behind him. It was the signature move Thranduil had used.

"Hey!" Verve took a step forward, and the crescent moon behind him crazily crossed the orcs along the way.

"Die!" Manica raised his sword and struck down Verve.

"Boom!" Onavel raised the war hammer in his hand in an attempt to block it. As a result, with the harsh sound of gold and iron friction, the war hammer was easily cut in half by Manicati!

"Ouch!" O'Neville screamed. The war hammer only slightly blocked Manicati's attack, but the hot sword tip still cut open his armor and penetrated an inch of his flesh! There is a burning smell!

"Cang!" Vervail kicked Ounaville back into the crowd of orcs.

"Hunting!" A mark of fighting energy sank into Onaville's body. At this time, Onaville had clearly displayed his location in Verve's mind.

"Did you run away? Hunting Spiral!" Verve smiled ferociously, and the manicati and elf scimitar in his hands rotated at high speed, and a path of flesh and blood continued to extend with the edge of the fighting spirit.

"Kill!" A fine steel lance suddenly shot out from the diagonal stab. Finally, after resting for a while, the Holy Glory Knights had the ability to charge again, because the orcs were attracted by Verve. The Orcs, who lost their lineup advantage, were successfully rushed away by the Knights.

"Oh no! What's wrong with you, Verwei?" Roland stabbed several orcs to death with his spear and saw Verwei who looked like Captain Yantou at a glance.

"Where's Caslo? There's no one else on the dragon's back!" Renault was thinking about his dragon knight.

"He was injured. He was protected by soldiers in the middle of the shield formation..." A hoarse voice came from Verve's mouth.

"Are you at level 6? How many drugs have you taken?" Roland was suddenly stunned. Is Vervet a level 6 stalker now? I haven’t seen you for a long time! The fourth-level senior ranger has become the Elf King!

"Thank you for your Manicati... She is a good sword, and her magical power has made me what I am." Verve bowed slightly.

"But now there is one most important thing!" Verve said with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Are you looking for this?" Renault was holding the beaten-to-dead dog Onavir with one hand. He had just discovered that the orc in fine armor was lying on the ground trying to escape in the chaos.

"Who is this? He doesn't look like an orc!" Roland looked curiously at the poor orc whose limbs and limbs were severed.

"I am the great king of the wasteland orcs - O'Neville! Despicable elves! Dirty humans..." O'Neville continued to shout crazily.

"Hey!" A big head flew out, and Roland cut off Onneville's head before he finished speaking.

"Haha, what the hell is this?" Roland put the sword back into his waist with disdain.

"Leave some people to take care of the wounded! The rest continue to hunt the orcs! We can't let them wander in this wasteland!" Roland looked at the fleeing orcs and said, there were several small orc tribes here. If These orcs fled and took root in the wasteland. They will be a big trouble to clean up in the future.

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"Holy healing!" Roland pressed the healing holy light in his hand towards a conscripted light infantry whose chest and abdomen were broken. The holy light, which had an excellent healing effect, only slowed down the soldier's bleeding speed.

"Your Highness! We have lived up to your expectations! We have fulfilled our promise... This time we did not escape..." The soldier struggled to speak a few words in Roland's arms and then collapsed weakly.

"No!" Roland's eyes were red, and he frantically sent the holy battle energy and the paladin's healing skills to the soldier's lifeless body.

"This..." Roland was stunned for a moment as he looked at the shield formation littered with corpses. Most of the corpses in front of him were mutilated orcs, but there were clearly bright silver armors on the ground, which were the remains of light infantry...

"Thank you for your hard work!" Roland looked at the infantry in front of him and bowed in greeting.

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"Your Highness..." Renault came to Roland and hesitated.

"Tell me...how much have we lost?" Roland took a deep breath and said sadly.

"The professionals are okay, at most they are seriously injured...the light infantry...sigh...after this battle, only 200 people can be trained as an army. More than 200 people have been sacrificed...and dozens of people are disabled... "Reno couldn't speak anymore.

"They protected us with their lives..." Verway walked over and said looking at the remains of the light infantrymen covered with white cloth on the ground.

"Reno gathers the light infantry! I have something to say!" Roland's eyes flashed.

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"My people! My brothers! My soldiers! You have proven your blood and honor! I apologize for my previous prejudice against you! You are the greatest people in the Kingdom of Lagrand! May the Swift River protect you! Roland bowed to all the recruited light infantrymen.

"It's over! Soldiers! Let's take our brothers home!" Roland looked at the cremated light infantry and said sadly to everyone.

"Is it over?" Kaslo, who was lying on the stretcher, asked Vervey beside him.

"Yes! It's over!" Verve, who can already become a sixth-level stalker, said softly while stroking the holy sword Manikati.

"But the real war has just begun... Congratulations, Lord Verwe. According to the tradition of the elves, you are now the king of the prairie elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and nodded to Verwe.