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

Chapter 157 Retreat

"Slash!" Thranduil roared, and a crescent moon flashed out from behind him as Hunting Moon was activated!

"Bang!" Kehamur swung his flail and smashed Hunting Moon into pieces, the unrestrained battle flames scattering everywhere.

"Natural Devastation!" Thranduil, having created some distance, drew his longbow from his back and activated the skill.

Nine strands of battle aura, interwoven with wood and wind elements, condensed into an arrow, which was propelled out by the combined force of the battle aura and the bowstring.

"Wailing Blood Shield?" Thranduil sensed something was wrong as soon as he finished casting Nature's Bane. When he saw Lydalias's blood-red shield rippling around him, he immediately flipped over and dodged to the side at an extremely illogical angle.

"Aaaaa~" As Lydalias's blood shield shattered, a wave of sound spread outwards in visible crimson ripples, and eerie wails filled the air.

"Forced mental attack!" Thranduil's face turned green. Elves are the darlings of nature, and their mental strength as non-spellcasters is also quite high. This gives elves an excellent foundation for resisting mental attacks. However, the most powerful aspect of the Crimson Howl triggered when the Blood Shield is broken is that it ignores mental defenses, leaving them with no choice but to either dodge or withstand it!
Thranduil wasn't that brave. The result of directly withstanding mental attacks was mostly bleeding from the mouth and nose, severe headache, slowed or stopped movement, interrupted skill casting, and the termination of some buffs. So Thranduil flashed away at an extremely fast speed towards the entrance of Singari. Just how fast is a ranger with high-speed maneuvering? Just look at the afterimage Thranduil left behind.

"Blessed by the Goddess!" Thranduil calmly cast a skill that buffed all his attributes, then suddenly twisted his body, and in the next second his longbow appeared in his hand, with a crystal-clear magical arrow nocked on the bowstring.

"Nature's Wrath!" Thranduil's fingertips surged like a floodgate, the powerful battle aura within him flowing wildly into the magical arrow. This arrow, called the Energy-Charging Arrow, possessed power that varied depending on the battle aura or magic injected into it. Just how powerful would it be if a sixth-tier hunter poured all their battle aura into it…

"Defense!" The soul fire in Khammur's empty eye sockets throbbed fiercely. Known as the Lord of Evil Spirits, he had almost abandoned his physical body and was now an energy life form (undead) composed entirely of battle aura and soul. But at this moment, his soul was trembling involuntarily. The arrow that crossed space made his soul seem to be frozen.

At this moment, Lydalias had already used his battle axe to cut through space and hide in the void, and he was equally afraid of that arrow.

"Die." Thranduil ran towards the entrance of the barrier without looking back. After firing that arrow, he had no strength left to retaliate. Now he could only hope that the arrow, which carried all his battle spirit, would be effective.

"Undead Guardian! Bone Barrier! Soul Fortress! Wall of Evil Spirits! Undying Spirits..." Khamur frantically stacked defensive skills on himself. "Buzz~" In an instant, everything around him seemed to slow down. Khamur's eyes were filled only with a blinding torrent of cyan-green elemental energy—the burst of battle flames compressed into the arrows by Thranduil. The next second, Khamur was sent flying backward, his layers of shields and buffs of various colors shattering or dissipating...

"Cough cough cough!" Khammur knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the ground with his right hand, coughing weakly. Although he had no physical body, the attack that affected his soul caused him even more pain. Moreover, it was not just an ordinary infusion of battle qi, but an arrow imbued with the skill "Nature's Wrath". The terrifying destructive power of the detonated natural elements not only annihilated all the defensive measures that Khammur had hastily released, but also shattered his left arm. At this moment, the black evil battle qi at the base of Khammur's left arm surged and slowly began to repair itself.

"What a pity..." Thranduil saw the results of his all-out attack as he teleported into Singari: Khammur was severely injured, while Lydalias, having cautiously hidden in a spatial rift, was unharmed. This outcome filled Thranduil with regret; he had almost managed to send the second Ringwraith back to the phylactery to reopen it, but Khammur was lucky enough to survive. Thus, Thranduil was powerless against two orcs with the strength of a sixth-tier warrior, and the two Ringwraiths were powerless to stop Thranduil's mad dog-like advance, forced to watch helplessly as the Woodland Elves and Star Elves met in Singari.

(Once the Black Knight dies physically, he becomes an undead. He will automatically condense a Life Box. As long as the Life Box is not destroyed, the Black Knight is, in a sense, immortal. The same applies to necromancers.)
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"What was that sound?" Roland, who was rushing along, suddenly looked up. The commotion caused by Thranduil reminded Roland of the forbidden spell cast by the Star Dragon—Dragon Star Meteor. The damage caused by that forbidden spell still remained near Los Sannier (later Dragon Star Lake next to Long Lake).
"The woodland elves must have started a war with the orcs!" Roland calculated the time; only the woodland elves could arrive so quickly from the jungle. As for why Roland's army arrived so fast... it's all thanks to Roland's numerous buffs! The combined buffs from him and Omske allowed the Lagrange Royal Guard to run at the speed of ordinary cavalry, so Roland's marching speed was always quite exaggerated.

"We should go and help them!" Vervier's blood boiled with excitement; it has to be said that the elves are quite united.

"..." Roland stared at Verway silently for a long time. Did he think he was good again? To be honest, it was very disadvantageous for an elven ranger to go toe-to-toe with a Ringwraith. Apart from elemental attacks, the physical attacks of rangers of the same rank rarely caused devastating damage to knights of the same rank. As for knights, who are known for their high attack, high defense, and high mobility, fighting against rangers of the same rank was almost like bullying a noob. Their damage was not as high, their armor was not as thick, and they couldn't even outrun them. Under these circumstances, Roland still believed that the only reason why rangers could survive and thrive in the cracks between knights was simply because the number of knights was too small.

"What's wrong?" Verway asked, puzzled.

"Let's focus on clearing out the stragglers. If we run into Sernar, you'll be finished. We can't put all the pressure on Omsk!" Roland said helplessly. Sernar alone could cripple Valwy. After all, the attribute suppression was too severe. Roland didn't dare to rely on luck. If they ran into two Ringwraiths, Omsk could only stop one at most. Sernar alone could overwhelm the rest of the team. Valwy definitely couldn't guarantee that he could withstand Sernar's pressure.

"How about we go and take a look from a distance?" Verwy was still worried. Now that he knew the Woodland Elves had come to their aid, Verwy still wanted to go and see them. King Eovia's fate was unknown, and he didn't want Thranduil to also die at the hands of the Ringwraiths.

“Alright, let’s go around and take a look from a distance!” Roland nodded in agreement. He really should get some information about his allies, at least about the situation of the Woodland Elves, as this was related to Roland’s next tactical arrangements.

(End of this chapter)