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

Chapter 156 Thranduil, the Peerless King

"Forget it, let's not go into Singari! Sernar excels at chaotic battles, and we don't have much of an advantage against him on a battlefield with many people. Let's stay on the outskirts and wait for other reinforcements!" Roland thought of Sernar's terrifying area-of-effect killing ability and battlefield dominance, and instantly extinguished the idea of ​​entering Singari. If Singari fell and a chaotic battle broke out, it would be Sernar's paradise to reap the rewards!

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" Vanville, who had suffered a great loss, nodded repeatedly. The way Senar absorbed life force and converted it into battle energy or his own life force was enough to make Vanville vomit. Grassland elves are the elves closest to nature. Every move they make is filled with the use of life energy. But for Senar, it was simply a mobile blood pack.

“As you wish, Your Highness!” Omsk nodded. Although he didn’t think entering Singri was a good idea, he would still advance without hesitation if the king gave the order, even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead. Fortunately, Roland also had this concern, so Omsk didn’t have a headache.

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"Speed ​​up! Singrey is under siege! They need us! Our people are waiting for our rescue! Speed ​​up!" Thranduil led two thousand Woodland Rangers, leaping rapidly among the treetops. This was almost the most Rangers Thranduil could hastily gather. As for archers, mages, and other class-specific rangers, Thranduil hadn't brought any. After all, a chaotic battle didn't require ranged attacks; even if needed, elven rangers could handle it! Yes, Thranduil was prepared for a direct, bloody battle with the orcs! Unlike before Irubor, Thranduil had come specifically to rescue Singrey; he would fight for the Elves! Just how powerful were the Woodland Elves when they weren't holding back? One only needed to look at what his father had done at the Black Gate. The Star Elves and Woodland Elves had fought side by side; both blood ties and loyalty were enough to make Thranduil fight to the death.

"Damn orc spies!" Thranduil, leading the elven assassins at the forefront to clear the way for the army, frowned as he casually cleaved an orc in two.

"Swoosh!" The assassins beside them quickly slashed the necks of the orcs with their rapiers. With a series of "thump-thump" sounds, more than a dozen orcs fell to the ground struggling after their throats were slit.

"Go!" Thranduil didn't stop. Before the enemy beneath his feet had completely died, he swung his scimitar and continued on his way.

Treading on the blood-soaked mud, Thranduil resolutely embarked on the road south, with countless orc scouts' corpses paving the way behind him.

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"Halt, Elf King!" Lydalias sneered, leaning on his battle axe.

"You've come here to die just as I expected! You're no different from your father!" Kehamur said indifferently.

The two black heroes stood there calmly, but to the elves, it was as if a mountain had been pressing down on them.

"Shut up! Fallen ones! You are not worthy to mention my father!" Thranduil roared, drawing his sword in a furious slash.

For the elves, the Black Heroes are called Fallen Heroes. The term "Black Heroes" is used by the Lagrange Empire. In general, the inhabitants of Middle-earth call them Fallen Heroes or Ringwraiths, but this is a misconception. Ringwraiths are always Fallen Heroes, but Fallen Heroes are not necessarily Ringwraiths. They are just nine Fallen Heroes who joined the lich Sauron and gained the power of the undead to become famous. There are many other powerful Fallen Heroes. After all, many people, even those at the sixth rank, are tempted by power and are willing to fall into depravity in order to achieve that elusive name of a god.

“You cannot defeat two Ringwraiths!” Khammur and Lydalias said in unison, their shrill voices making everyone’s ears hurt.

Thranduil's chances of winning were indeed extremely slim! Even a Dragon Knight would have to be wary if the Second Ringwraith Lord Khammur and the Fourth Ringwraith Hellsinger Lydalias joined forces. At this moment, Thranduil was completely consumed by rage. With a buzzing in his head, his body involuntarily surged forward, his sharp scimitar flashing through the air. In his Wind-Swept state, he leaped through the sky on wind blades, swiftly attacking the two.

Lydalias raised his battle axe to block, and Khammur frowned and subconsciously swung his flail.

"Clang!" Khammur took a step back, while Thranduil was sent flying.

"People of the Woodland Kingdom, heed my command! Quickly break through the orcs' encirclement! Enter Singari!" Thranduil shouted to the elven rangers arrayed behind him, then twisted his body and attacked the two black heroes!

"Bang!" The scimitar and the battle axe collided violently. Using the force of the recoil, Thranduil swung his scimitar backhand to slash at Khamur, who was wielding a flail behind him.

"Clang!" With the crisp sound of weapons clashing, Thranduil sprang back from the battle. But as he glanced at the elven rangers locked in combat with the orc army, the hesitation in his eyes gradually turned into determination. He couldn't kite these two knights of equal rank; if even one of them were free to deal with ordinary elves, it would be a massacre! He could only do his best to hold off the two Ringwraiths; the lives of two thousand elven rangers were at stake!

Later, when countless historians studied the Battle of Siege of Singari, a turning point in the fate of the North, they were all surprised to find that everyone, human or ghost, was showing off, except Thranduil, who was getting beaten up! He became the only person in this battle to fight all the Ringwraiths to the last man. He fought against Khammur, Lydalias, and Thenar, and was suppressed throughout the battle, suffering serious injuries each time. If it weren't for the elves' terrifying talent and terrible self-healing ability, Thranduil would have died eight times over.

Only those who experienced this battle truly know how great Thranduil was! What did he do?! With his scimitar, he single-handedly entangled Khammur and Lydalias, the second and fourth Ringwraiths, preventing them from entering the crucial battlefield, leading to the collapse of the orc army and the successful entry of the woodland elf reinforcements into Singari! And the price…

"Hmm~" Thranduil groaned, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and distanced himself from the two black heroes.

Thranduil's face was deathly pale. His left hand hung limply, as if it had no bones—indeed, no bones! Khamurna's flail, almost identical to Angmar's, swung fiercely at Thranduil's side. Helpless, Thranduil could only parry, using his weapon and arm to block. Although he successfully withstood the damage, the subsequent shock still shattered the bones in his arm.

"Tsk tsk tsk! As expected of the Elf King! He's still alive after all that!" Khammur exclaimed in admiration.

"Wind Shadow Chasing Light!" Thranduil's expression suddenly hardened. The next second, Lydillias's face changed drastically. With the help of the wind, Thranduil had already arrived in front of him. Lydillias tried his best to lean back, but the wind blades formed by the wind element still cut through his breastplate and evaporated patches of black mist!

"Pfft!" The next second, Thranduil flew back even faster than when he came, his chest wounded, as Lydalias slammed Thranduil away with his battle axe.

"I am immortal!" Lydalias said with a weak but extremely proud smile.

"Kill!" Thranduil charged forward again without another word...

(End of this chapter)