The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 154 The Breath of Death, Sernar

"Your Highness has a big fish!" Omske spurred his horse and caught up.

"Sixth rank?" Roland asked in surprise.

“It must be a Ringwraith! I can smell his nauseating stench from a mile away!” Omske shrugged.

"That's good. Let's lead them around in circles. The rest is up to the Star Elves. We've done everything we can!" Roland said casually.

"Speed ​​up! Don't let the orcs actually get close! Omske, you take the knights and cover the rear." Roland said to the soldiers beside him.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Omske pounded his chest and slowed down, leading the knights far behind them.

"Lord Valery, please be aware of the surroundings. I don't think the Ringwraiths will be so easy to deal with!" Roland said cautiously. After all, as a third-tier paladin, he was as fragile as paper against a sixth-tier dark knight, with absolutely no ability to protect himself.

"King Roland, I think you should recruit some assassins. Your reconnaissance ability is really lacking!" Verway sighed. Roland's cavalry and infantry were decent, but his reconnaissance capabilities were too weak. He used to have Lordaeron Rangers who could serve as scouts, but since Lance left with the Lordaeron Rangers, Roland only had Elnino Rangers left. As for using Elnino Rangers as scouts... Roland wasn't that extravagant. Group long-range projectile attacks were the foundation of the Elnino Rangers' strength.

"Tsk!" Verway frowned.

"What's wrong?" Roland had a bad feeling.

"Go!" Verway roared at Roland with a frown before leaping away.

"What the hell? They've caught up?" Roland felt like he was about to explode, and his whip cracked a few more times.

"Protect His Highness!" The experienced royal guards yanked King Roland off his horse. Wouldn't it be like making him a sitting duck if he kept riding?

The Royal Guards formed a sturdy circular shield formation, stacking shields on top of each other. The battle-hardened Royal Guards knew that in this situation, a slow and steady advance was much safer than a rapid and reckless one. To maintain the stability of the shield formation, the Guards had already inserted their spears diagonally inside the shields and held the shields with both hands, their eyes full of vigilance. The entire team's offensive power was entrusted to the Elnino Rangers. At this moment, the Elnino Rangers also put away their longbows, which were enough to kill dragons, and drew their broad rune blades from their backs, cautiously observing their surroundings.

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"Wildfire Pursuit!" With a powerful stomp, Vermeer leaped into the air, drawing a curved, fiery blade from his Manicart and slashing it towards a dark forest.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as the sharp elven holy sword Manikati was blocked from advancing an inch.

“The Ringwraiths!” Verway narrowed his eyes.

"The Elf King?" A black-armored knight riding a nightmare emerged from the dark forest. He stood there, yet seemed not to stand there at all, his entire being appearing somewhat ethereal. "Soul Hook? You are the Breath of Death! The Third Ringwraith, Sernar?" Verwy exclaimed in surprise, staring at the swaying hook and the greatsword on his back.

"Hmm? You've got some knowledge! You participated in the final war of the alliance, haven't you? I wonder if you sparred with me back then." Cernar elegantly adjusted the chain on his hook scythe, a hint of amusement in his deep eyes. The alliance had both won and lost that war! They hadn't completely eradicated Sauron's power, which allowed him to return with renewed force, and all nine Ringwraiths had successfully escaped.

"You half-dead thing, you dare to say you're worthy?" Verway sneered.

"Huh? You're a wild elf? No wonder, not many of you are strong enough to fight." Sernar suddenly paused, then burst into laughter. He then noticed the steppe elf totem on the Valwy armor. Because steppe elves roamed around Middle-earth, many orcs liked to call them wild elves.

"You're asking for death!" Verway's eyes were filled with rage as he brought down his holy sword, which gleamed with a sharp light.

"Oh? Are you angry? Not bad, you've even taken the Holy Sword of Elf Fire? You must be the only Elf King among the wild elves, right? Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any Elf Kings among the wild elves, so how could the wandering wild elves support you? You must be the last one, right? In other words, killing you is equivalent to the extermination of the wild elves!" Sernar said, feigning surprise.

"Hunting Moon!" Enraged, Verway laughed and threw out a fiery crescent moon.

"Swoosh!" The high-speed Hunting Moon flew towards Sernar with lightning speed. Even though he tried his best to dodge, the Hunting Moon still grazed his left shoulder armor... Several wisps of black energy surged in the air.

"I was careless! Fine, I'm not playing with you anymore. Go in peace! I'll turn you into an undead soldier!" Sernar said seriously, abandoning his languid demeanor.

"Domain of Death!" Sernar stretched out his left hand, and instantly a wisp of gray-black energy spread out along his body—it was his evil battle aura! Wherever Sernar's battle aura swept, the grass and trees withered instantly, and even the earth cracked. Within a radius of 100 meters centered on Sernar, not a single blade of grass grew, and there was no life at all.

"Damn it!" After a few leaps, Verway moved away from the unsettling area. The Hunting Moon he had released had long been exhausted by the washout of the Death Domain.

"How about that? Surprised? Feeling helpless? Life force drain! Hahaha! It's practically made to annihilate you elves!" Sernar let out a piercing shriek. Depriving elves of their life force is the only way to suppress them. It can be said that Sernar has completely suppressed the elves, the darlings of nature.

"I can't beat him..." Verway was filled with grief and indignation. He knew that most elven skills involved the use of life energy, and Sernar's domain rendered those life energy-based skills useless. If you wanted to fight him, you either had to endure the life-consuming close-quarters combat of the domain, in which case, except for a few special classes, it was almost certain death. Or you could use ranged magic or armor-piercing arrows, but Sernar's agile mobility made it difficult to hit him directly, unless it was a large-scale strategic spell or a forbidden curse.

"What's wrong? You're not going to fight anymore? If you're not going to fight, I'm going to attack!" Sernar grinned as he swung his famous Soul Hook Scythe. This legendary weapon's ability is to cut souls! That is to say, if you are hit by it, both your body and soul will be damaged. Moreover, it will absorb the souls that it has annihilated and release shrieks to interfere with and intimidate enemies in battle.

"Soul Harvest!" Sernar swung his hook scythe, which vanished into thin air the instant it left his hand. At that moment, alarm bells rang in Verway's heart. He rolled away from the hook scythe that swept past him without caring about his image, but he was still cut by the sharp edge of the battle aura.

"Wind Sweep!" Verway stepped on wind blades and quickly soared into the sky to escape. He really couldn't fight anymore. Cernal was too restrained, and there was no good way to hurt him.

(End of this chapter)