The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Huh...huh..." Eovia gasped while holding on to the wall, his eyes full of sorrow. The orcs have attacked more than a dozen waves, but the defenders of Los Sanniers City have not even killed a quarter of the total number of them. Except for the orc vanguard who started to be shot in the face by the star elves, the other half-orcs who pretended to attack Orc casualties were few.

"What's going on with White Wing King?" Iovia turned to look at the guard beside her.

"The situation is not optimistic. Their knights have begun to suffer casualties..." The guards hesitated to speak. Even the noble knights were bleeding on the battlefield, not to mention the warriors and ordinary soldiers.

"How is the situation of the tribesmen?" Eovia asked with a dark face.

"Your Highness, our situation is not optimistic. It is estimated that our soldiers will not be able to draw their bows after another attack by the orcs!"

"Is it already so difficult?" Eovia said to herself. The cunning Azog is an experienced opponent. It understands the price of a frontal attack on a city guarded by an army of elves, so it The orcs commanding his men continue to consume the elves' physical strength and morale, but Eovia cannot take it lightly. Once they reveal their flaws, Azog's feint attack can become the main attack at any time!

"Your Highness, don't you need me to take action?" Peter Groh said to Iovia as he watched Kaslow wreaking havoc above the west city wall.

"It's not the last moment yet. I can't use our trump card to exchange for the orc's ace... It would be such a disadvantage." Iovia thought for a moment and then decisively rejected Peter Gro's idea of ​​playing.

"Tell everyone to prepare for close combat!" The murderous look in Iovia's eyes shocked Peter Groh.

"People often say that elves are not good at close combat... Haha, if we are not good at close combat, how will we win the final alliance battle? We just don't want to sacrifice..." Eovia looked around at the people wearing fine mail or armor. The chain-mailed elf archers and rangers couldn't help but lament.

"Your Highness..." Peter Grotto also closed his eyes in pain. Only the elves who have experienced the tragic defeat in the Battle of Black Gate understand this unforgettable pain and hatred.

"Needless to say, I won't leave... We never betrayed our allies back then, and we will never betray our allies now!" Iovia said firmly, looking at Peter Gro who was looking to retreat.

"Bang! My sword will be pointed in the direction you are pointing, and my soul and body will fight for you until the last moment! My king!" Peter Groh knelt down on one knee and said seriously.

"Get flat." Eovia said calmly.

"Qiang!" The sharp elf curved blade was slowly pulled out by Eovia.

"For our ancestors! For our faith! For our homeland! For our people! Noble star elves of Singri! We will never surrender!" Iovia stood on the top of the city in a tragic and solemn voice.

"Kill!" A rain of arrows fell from behind him again...

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"Have you decided?" Lord Lance looked at his king.

"Yes! My allies are fighting hard! We can't ignore them. If they are finished, it will be our turn!" Roland said firmly.

"Then... just give it a try! I swear on my honor and life that I will protect the safety of Swift Current City until you return... regardless of success or failure." City Defense Officer Marcus bowed and spoke. Full of sincerity.

"This is also my answer, Your Highness." Lord Lance knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

"So...what do you need to protect her? Lord Marcus!" Roland said slowly.

"Dovinian heavy swordsmen, Lagrand City guards, Batania archers and levied light infantry. There are too few of them to defend the city. It is easy to mess up the command in the field." Marcus lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He spoke.

"Bang!" Lance hit his chest.

"As a well-deserved Lagrand noble, I will lead my fleet of rapids to clear all obstacles ahead for you. Only death can end my promise to you!" Lance's eyes flashed with loyalty.

"May the Dragon God bless you!" Roland ended this heavy topic.

"Reno... Assemble the knights! By the way, call Radil and Ivy, they will be needed in this war." Roland waved his hand and ordered.

This time, Roland only plans to dispatch the Rapids Legion and the Knights of Holy Glory to support Los San Nier City. The other troops are too messy and difficult to command on the vast battlefield.

Roland put on his adamantine Lord's plate armor, mounted his tall Charles war horse, and stood quietly at the west gate of Rapid City, waiting for the army behind him to gather. His eyes looked at the west bank with unspeakable gloom.

As the saying goes, good people are not as good as God. Roland, who originally planned to live a humble life on the East Coast and grow up as a cat, was completely defeated by nature. If he lost, it would really be God's unkindness! Can you think! So spicy! The Swift River was so wide that it was actually frozen by the cold current blowing from the north! Just last night! After learning the news, the originally peaceful Swift River City immediately entered the highest level of war alert. Marcus patrolled the city in military uniform all night... The frozen Swift River was a threat to the Swift River City. It's like the goddess of victory taking off her underwear and waving at the orcs!

come! come! Come and hit me! Rapid City is now calling out to the orcs. Roland doesn't think he can stop Azog's army, which is turning around, so he can only take the initiative to attack! Instead of waiting for the orcs to siege the city, for example, attacking the orcs, there is still a chance of winning!

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"Huh~huh... It's so difficult!" Eovia gasped tiredly. Just now he missed the first arrow aimed at an orc in his life!

It was clearly aimed at the eye socket but missed its neck. Eovia looked at the trembling hands and smiled weakly. Even the Elf King, who was famous for his accurate arrow skills, missed his shot. You can imagine how intense the battle was! Thanks to the longevity of the elves, the 2,000 elves are all composed of professionals, so they can currently suppress the orcs. The continuous rain of arrows prevents the orcs from entering, so there have been no casualties in the star elves' army so far.

"Roland! I can't stop it anymore..." Eovia said bitterly in her heart.

"Your Highness! The Orcs are charging again!" a ranger exclaimed.

"You...can you still shoot your bow?" Iovia looked around and said bitterly.

"Your Highness! We will fight for you until the end!" The elf rangers and elf archers with trembling arms drew out their scimitars and short swords. They proved their loyalty with practical actions.

"Forget it, prepare for a close battle!" Eovia also aroused a bit of anger. She really has a good temper as an elf, right? Wait! Orcs, today I have to let you feel the fear of being dominated by the elves 3,000 years ago.

"Bang, bang, bang!" One by one, the orcs stepped on the pile of corpses under their feet and crossed the moat. Hundreds of rough ladders were set up. The orcs, as if welcoming the dawn of victory, swarmed up the ladder.

"For the dignity of our Elf Rangers...the Singri elves! Kill!" Iovia roared as he looked at the ugly orc heads emerging from the city wall.

A blue crescent moon emerged from behind Eovia, the next second! The blood bursts! The Hunting Moon is activated!

"Brush!" The Elf Ranger standing in front of the Elf Archer suddenly neatly pulled out the scimitar from his waist.

As the rangers adjusted their arm movements, the exquisite scimitars began to dance, and a neat wall of swords stood on the city of Los Sanniers.

With their neat waving - it's dawn!