The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

The plain between the Red Water River and the Rapid River was originally an inaccessible wasteland, but soon it was named Lagrand Plain, and a small hill in this plain was given the name of Lagrand Hill. This is to commemorate the turning point that changed the situation in northern Middle-earth - the Battle of Ragland Plains.

At this time, Roland was in the shock of encountering an orc unexpectedly. After looking around, he spotted the small hill at a glance.

"All infantry, quickly occupy that hill! You obey Verve's order! Castro, you are responsible for destroying the orcs' long-range troops! Knights, follow me!" Roland straightened up his steel lance and left the team.

"Wait a minute..." Vervey looked confused. He had never commanded an army of nearly a thousand people. At this moment, he was stunned on the spot.

"Believe in yourself! Just like you believe in the sword in your hand!" Roland interrupted him and threw a space ring to Verve.

"There are 100,000 arrows here! No need to save! Just shoot!"

The knights of the Holy Glory Knights rode their horses to his side and surrounded him. The red battle energy flames formed into one, and the Ring of Glory in Roland's hand shone brightly.

"The entire army forms a formation! Yafeng Formation!" Roland shouted.

The sound of horse hooves hit the ground chaotically, and soon the knights formed a charging formation with Roland and Renault as the forwards.

Here, a group of infantry's mud legs successfully climbed up the mound. Looking at the endless orcs in the distance, they were rushing in crazily. It seemed that they were also marching in a hurry.

The first to line up were the Dovinian heavy swordsmen. They inserted the steel tower shield heavily into the ground and released the skill shield wall at the same time. Then the Battanian archers came behind them and untied their quivers and placed them by their legs. Verve and the Elf Rangers followed closely. Verve took all the arrows directly from the ring. They came out and piled up in the middle. The largest number of light infantry held wooden tower shields and lined up in two rows to defend the two wings. The other light infantry took off their bows and prepared to shoot. The Lagrand City guards held up their shields to defend the rear, and a huge circular shield wall suddenly stood on the hill.

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"Sir, a human army has been discovered ahead!" A half-orc quickly reported.

"Well! It seems that the whereabouts have been leaked!" O'Neville said angrily.

He drove the warg under his crotch to the front of the team, and the half-orcs were immediately trembling with fear. Onavel did not pay attention to these incompetent half-orcs, but carefully observed the humans blocking his path. army.

"More than a thousand people? Which human lord sent this as reinforcements?" O'Neville became curious. These people seemed to be well-equipped. If he couldn't handle them well, he would definitely be injured. He only had more than 7,000 orcs under his command. These were all He had worked so hard to save his family fortune, but when he thought of Sauron's promise, all worries were suddenly thrown out of the window.

"I smell fear!" O'Neville roared and mobilized his subordinates.

"Take off their heads! Give me your victory!" O'Neville pointed with his war hammer.

Suddenly the earth trembled, and the charge launched by more than 7,000 orcs was absolutely devastating from a visual perspective! Although they are only the worst-equipped wasteland orcs, once their numbers reach a threshold, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

"Aang!" The angry dragon roar sounded, and Kasluo, who had been waiting in the clouds for a long time, swooped down on Kaldor.

When the Orcs charged just now, the Orc archers were clearly out of touch with the troops in front. More than 2,000 Orcs holding various bows and arrows were hanging behind the large army.

"Tsk~" Dozens of blood pillars rising into the sky suddenly appeared. The densely packed archers were simply the best targets for the Sky Knights.

"Roar!" A breath of wind blade was sprayed out by the flying dragon. After flying for a few seconds, the wind element that had lost the restraint of the dragon's power suddenly exploded. Hundreds of small wind blades scattered in all directions, and they penetrated the body! They cut the steel armor! They tear muscles! They destroy weapons!

"Damn it! Sauron, you didn't say the other party had a flying dragon!" O'Neville roared angrily.

"Hey!" A huge green wind blade passed over his head in an instant. Onavel quickly ducked to avoid the wind blade that almost killed him, but the flag behind him was not so lucky and flipped over immediately. He folded and fell down straight.

"Bring the bow!" Seeing the flying dragon passing by more than ten meters above his head, the angry Onavel obviously lost his mind.

He held a huge iron bow in his hand, and placed an enchanted armor-piercing arrow on the bow. He slowly opened the bow...

"Boom!" A crisp sound!

"Ouch!" Kaldo, the four-legged flying dragon flying hundreds of meters in the air, suddenly spun and fell to the ground.

"This is impossible!" Roland happened to see this scene.

In fact, half of Onavel's body has the blood of elves. His mother is a captured elf... It can be said that he is an alternative half-elf. This can be seen from his appearance. Unlike other half-orcs who have long grins, his appearance is softer, and compared to other half-orcs, he is much more pleasing to the eye.

The elven blood gave him excellent vision and archery skills. With the help of an iron bow and enchanted armor-piercing arrows, he could create the scene above.

"Aang!" The angry dragon roar resounded through the sky! Just when he was about to hit the ground, Kaldor successfully adjusted his posture and endured the severe pain as he flew into the sky.

"Huh!" Roland let out a long breath. He thought that the scene in his memory of the dragon knight spilling blood in the sky would appear again. Fortunately, thanks to the thick dragon armor, the arrow failed to penetrate his vitals.

"Go to hell! You bastard!" Dragon language sounded, and a huge green tornado covered the place where Onavel had just stood, and the orcs suddenly became chaotic!

"For the glory of the knights! Charge!" Roland led the knights into a trot, and the crisp sound of horse hooves even surpassed the wails of the orcs.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Soon the sound of horse hooves gradually amplified, and the sound gradually rolled into the ears like thunder.

"glory!"

"mercy!"

"justice!"

"loyalty!"

"Charity!"

"guard!"

"brave!"

"humble!"

Skills representing the spirit of chivalry were released one by one. In an instant, the momentum of the knights continued to rise. The battle energy flames covered the armors and horses of the knights. The 102 knights bravely rushed towards the panicked orcs as one body.

"For home!"

"For the people!"

"For Ragland!"

Amidst the shouts of the knights, the orcs in front felt the fatal threat and immediately stopped moving forward. A bunch of orcs were crowded together in a mess, but little did they know that they provided the best conditions for the charging knights.

"Knights!"

"The Knights of Mankind!"

In the eyes of the orcs in disbelief, Roland led the knights of the Holy Glory Knights and slapped the orcs' team hard.

"kill!"