The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Chapter 735 The war is reignited!

Yes, even a strong forbidden spell has a time limit, and that moment of gap is enough for a skilled person to completely end you. Unless you wear a shield for 24 hours and hang automatic defense magic scrolls on your body, a senior hunter can shoot a new rookie professional with a hunting bow!

"Remember to follow your teacher closely, he is an experienced dragon rider!" Roland warned.

"Take good care of this child and don't let him get hurt!" Roland nodded to Kaslo. As a member of the new generation, Roland still attaches great importance to him. After all, it means inheritance!

"Don't worry! I will take good care of him. He is one of the mainstays of the kingdom in the future!" Kaslo nodded. Needless to say, the value of the dragon knight is naturally not much to say. The fact that the entire Lagrande Kingdom is willing to mobilize the kingdom's military for sparring can already show the status of the dragon knight.

"Okay, be safe, go early and come back early! Those orcs will not pose a threat to the kingdom, but be careful not to let them demolish Lord Ishmir's house!" Roland laughed and teased, obviously full of ease and joy.

"Hahaha! Of course not, we will arrive at the battlefield when the orcs are about to tear down their first brick wall!" Kaslo also joked with everyone.

"Then you have to hurry up! Their walls are all wooden walls made of logs! I'm afraid there are no bricks for them to tear down!" Omsk rolled his eyes and said in a funny tone.

"Dragon God! Then I have to thank you! Let's go, Weiss, let's go!" Kaslo took Weiss's shoulder and strode out...

"Oh oh oh!" Weiss nodded dully and was pulled out by Kaslo.

"I always feel something is wrong. How can a regular army of orcs get so close to us? They don't seem to have licked their wounds yet?" After Kaslo and the others left, Adolf Heinrich suddenly spoke up.

"Maybe the Orcs have a sixth-level orc to support them?" Omsk thought.

"The sixth-level orcs in Dol Guldur Fortress have been killed by us long ago! Even if there are any, they are from Mordor!" Roland shook his head and denied Omsk's statement. After all, the bodies of Azog and Borg have long been cold.

"That's even more wrong. The Ringwraiths of Dol Guldur are now keeping their tails between their legs. They can't let their precious high-level combat power be surrounded and annihilated by us!" Adolf Heinrich frowned in confusion. After all, the sixth-level orcs are not blown by the wind. According to the Orcs' way of survival, the number and efficiency of the sixth-level orcs are higher and faster, but it doesn't mean that Sauron will treat the sixth-level orcs as consumables!

Sauron's consciousness has returned, but he is still hiding in Mordor to accumulate strength. Moreover, the original timeline has been changed because of Roland's arrival. Originally, the White Council would attack Dol Guldur in 2941 of the Third Age, but Sauron had left here in advance, and the entire Dol Guldur was empty. It was not until 2951 of the Third Age that the Ringwraiths came back to occupy it again. But now it is obviously different. After avoiding the White Council, the Ringwraiths immediately returned to the Dol Guldur Fortress, avoiding a war with the White Council while effectively restricting the forces of the North.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time! Since the other side has put the meat in their mouths, it would be unfair to them if they don't eat it!" Roland shook his head and didn't dwell on this matter. Anyway, Raynor had already arranged it. Even if there really was a sixth-level orc who was not afraid of death and wanted to die, Roland didn't mind fulfilling it. As for the Ringwraiths? Roland certainly considered the threat of the Ringwraiths, but he didn't believe that the Ringwraiths would run rampant at the risk of their lair being destroyed. You know, the Star Elves have already contacted the elves of the Golden Forest and are waiting for Dol Guldur to reveal a fatal flaw! The elves may not be willing to fight a siege, but they are not opposed to stealing chickens.

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"What does the kingdom say? Sir Dos?" Ismir asked Anthony Dos anxiously, looking at the landing. It can be seen that the existence of a regular army of orcs really scared him. Facing this kind of orc army that even the baronies may not be able to resist, Ismir is really unsure.

"Don't worry, General Renault will arrive soon with his troops, and your territory will be fine!" Anthony Dos looked at Ismir who was looking around nervously and comforted him.

"Will General Renault lead the team?"

"Yes!"

"Will the Kingdom send regular troops to support?"

"Yes!"

"So I don't have to run?"

"Yes!"

Anthony Doss patiently answered Lord Ismir's questions. If the Kingdom really didn't intend to support Windhelm, then Windhelm could have declared GG. Ismir would have to make his own arrangements. It was up to him whether to gather forces and fight to the death or pack up and run away. This situation was not considered abandoning the seal and running away. Facing a war with no chance of winning, running away with the people was the right answer. If they really stayed to fight to the death, there would be nothing left but a warrior for everyone to talk about after dinner.

"That's good! That's good!" Ismir rubbed his hands and said happily. You know, facing the attack of a regular army of orcs, Ismir was much more panicked than Anthony Doss. After all, Anthony Doss patted his butt and flew away, and Ismir could only squat here in misery.

"That's right! Send a signal! Let Ymir and the others come back!" Ismir slapped his head and suddenly remembered that Ymir and the others were still on the periphery to hold back the orcs.

When they knew the orcs were approaching Windhelm, Ymir had no choice but to lead a team of goblin knights to contain them. Their appearance just happened to give Khamul a solution to the too fast speed of the orcs in the wasteland. With the intentional connivance of the Ringwraiths, Ymir and the goblin knights fought back and forth with the wandering orcs disguised as regular troops.

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"Puff!" The sharp giant snake-shaped heavy sword chopped the orcs in front of it like a pig.

"General Ymir! Why are these orcs so weak?" The goblin knights rode on the rotting pigs and surrounded them from all directions. The remains of the orcs were hung on the spears of each goblin knight, and the dead bodies of the orcs were also hung on the tusks of many rotting pigs. They just surrounded and annihilated a group of Orc search teams. Although these fully armed Orcs were well equipped, their overall tactics and morale were very low. If it weren't for their equipment, the Goblin Knights would have almost thought that these were the wandering Orcs they chased around every day (they guessed right).

"I don't know, but don't be careless! The enemy's attack has just begun. We need to be careful that this is the enemy's bait!" Ymir said in a deep voice, holding up the heavy sword that was as heavy as a door panel.