The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Kill!" Renault rushed with his cavalry gun, followed by a wave of knights. The heavy cavalry hid behind the knights to clean up the enemies they missed. The entire cavalry came from the source like a torrent of steel.

"Ding Dong!" Countless orcs were frightened and dropped their weapons. Having lost their spiritual support, they dropped their weapons and ran away like frightened animals.

"Ride in like a wall!" Renault said, looking at the disintegrating orc army in front of him.

With the acceleration and deceleration of the war horses, the original cone-shaped formation with Renault as the arrow was gradually pulled into a neat wall charge. The knights of the Holy Glory Knights steadily raised the stainless steel lances in their hands, followed closely behind. The heavy cavalrymen drew out their heavy swords and lined up in a row behind the knights. The high swords flashed with a terrifying light.

"Boom~" The knights like thunder crashed into the crowd of orcs. The members of the Holy Glory Knights, whose whole bodies were covered with war energy flames, engulfed the orcs they hit with the war energy flames like hot flames. !

"Gaba! Kacha! Boom!" The three-layer armored Charles war horse hit the orc with a weight of more than one ton. The orc who was hit by the impact instantly suffered fractures and broken tendons, and was then trampled wantonly by iron hooves, turning his flesh into a purple mess. The path is full of trampled by cavalry, and the flowers and plants here will surely be very lush in the coming year.

"Kill!" Thorin Oakenshield held the shield in front of his chest in one hand and Orcrest in the other, leading the way, followed by an army of dwarves armed to the teeth, following him...

"Uh-huh!" Thorin shouted violently, and used his shield to hold the orc's machete, then chopped it over with a raise of his hand. The sharp beast-biting sword shone with cold light and was not stained with blood!

"Children of Turin! Fight! Fight! Drive them back into the abyss!" Thorin roared, and the suppressed anger in his chest almost made him lose his mind. These days of being suppressed by the orcs on the city walls had a profound impact on Thorin. It's like a nightmare! He could not imagine that if Roland and others in the south did not stop Azog's army... these orcs could trap the dwarves to death even if they were trapped.

"Kill! Fight! Fight! Kill them all! For our lost tribesmen! For the tribesmen who died in the battle of Azanubica! Become mad!" Thorin looked at the Orc totem flag flying in the air and instantly went berserk. The dead family members and tribesmen seemed to vaguely appear before his eyes.

"Kill~" The angry dwarves handed over their weapons one after another, and their unforgettable hatred for the orcs was imprinted in the depths of their souls like gangrene in their bones...

"There shouldn't be many dwarves left..." Roland looked at the dwarf warriors who were slaughtering the orcs in front of him and sighed. The Battle of Gushan should be the last glory of the dwarves... Whether it's a movie or a game, the dwarves are there. After this war, it went into decline...

Who would have thought that during the War of the Ring, an army of hundreds of dwarves could be organized, which would be considered an army of dwarves! One can imagine how quickly the dwarves withered...

The orcs who were surrounded by the human, dwarf and elven coalition forces on the battlefield were panicked. They were crowded in a narrow area, with people squeezing shoulder to shoulder. They looked terrified, and the hands holding their weapons were trembling crazily. Kaslo returned from the sky. He rode a flying dragon to show off his power above their heads, and from time to time controlled the flying dragon to swoop down and breathe dragon breath to drive them away...

"The Orcs are finished!" Roland looked at the Orc army that was surrounded, compressed, and slaughtered with a complicated expression. There were probably only a very few Orcs who escaped from the battlefield and escaped into the forest. The other Orcs were destined to fertilize the land. .

Roland took back the blood-stained Dragon-Slaying Sword to his waist. He was not interested in massacring those orcs who had lost their ability to resist. Although they had a deep hatred for each other, perhaps due to the influence of Chinese civilization, Roland had no interest in massacre and indifference. The defenseless orcs were not interested.

"May the Dragon God forgive them..." Ivy gently held her chest, lowered her head and prayed silently. The priests of the Dragon God Temple, who had the best intentions, had almost no attack skills, and correspondingly they had terrifying strategic healing bonuses. ! Therefore, most of the priests of Dragon God Temple are pacifists.

"It's the Dragon God's job to forgive them, and my mission is to send them to see the Dragon God!" Roland glanced at the wailing orcs and said casually.

"Forgiveness and forgiveness also need to be divided into different things and occasions. Obviously, the orcs are not among them. Put away your unrealistic pity. Race wars always end with the fall of one side. They do not It's worthy of sympathy." Roland said calmly, his voice was calm and full of majesty.

"Sorry... Your Highness." Ivy said embarrassedly, her face flushed.

"That's all..." Roland waved his hand. After all, the priests of Dragon God Temple do not require a high desire to fight. Rather than fighting enemies, they prefer walking around the world to save lives and heal the wounded, which is in sharp contrast to the Bright Knights in the Temple of the Dragon God. They are basically Madonna-level existences...

Roland took one last look at the orcs who were surrounded and killed and shook his head. When will the injustice be repaid? The ideologies of both sides determined that each other was destined to be enemies. No longer paying attention to these half-orcs who could not make trouble, Roland slowly rode away from this smelly battlefield.

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"Is it over?" Roland stood on the mountainside at dusk, looking at the lords who came in succession and the returning army, and said to Kaslo.

"Well, except for a few who escaped, they all stayed there!" Kaslo pointed to the place where the flames were rising at the foot of the mountain, where the bodies of the orcs were piled up and burned.

"Go to Erub. There are still many matters to discuss after the war." Roland said. Although the battle was finally won, Roland was really not happy. The rapid infantry suffered heavy casualties, and the heavy cavalry were also seriously injured in the counterattack. Yes, all members of the Knights have exhausted their fighting spirit and strength... The military strength of the entire Rapid City is already at its weakest moment.

"Ding dong! The detection indicates that the war is over!" The system's emotionless voice sounded.

"Start settlement now..." The system sounded a calculation sound.

"Congratulations to the host for winning the war!"

"River City has not been breached! Civilian casualty rate is 0%! Reward 500 Batania shooters! 1,000 civilians of random gender."

"Start issuing random rewards! Congratulations to the host for winning: El Niño Ranger*30!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: flour*100 tons!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 50 farm cattle!"

"Congratulations to the host for getting: 1 chicken farm!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 1 magic plantation!"

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing Bolger. Reward: 10 El Niño Rangers!"

"Congratulations to the host for not destroying the allies in this war. 5 random priests from Dragon God Temple will be rewarded!"

"Congratulations to the host's coalition forces for successfully wiping out more than 75% of the orc army and obtaining the artifact - the Ring of Mercy!"

"Congratulations to the host for successfully winning the Second Gushan War. The achievement has been achieved - do it again! Reward Wise Man*1!"

A series of pleasant sounds came, and Roland's heart, which had been hurt by the heavy casualties suffered by the rapid infantry, felt a little better.