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

Chapter 158 Sixth-Order Melee
"The orcs have suffered heavy casualties! Judging from the bodies on the ground, the woodland elves must have fought the orcs relentlessly! Tsk tsk tsk!" Omske quietly observed the orc and elf corpses scattered across the battlefield. Omske carefully counted at least two or three hundred elf corpses lying on the ground, while the orc casualties were even more severe, reaching the point of corpses piled up one after another. The entire battlefield was filled with a strong stench of blood, and several crows paced among the corpses, carefully selecting their favorite parts...

"Damn it!" Verway's eyes were bloodshot. The corpses of the elves who had fallen during their charge had already spurred him on. Several wisps of battle flames emerged from his body, and a powerful aura belonging to a sixth-tier hunter swept across the area.

"Not good!" Omske's pupils contracted. How dangerous could the situation be that would allow Thranduil, the Elven King, to lead his army in a desperate charge? Looking at the vast crater in the distance, Omske could guarantee that Thranduil had encountered at least two Tier 6 combatants or that the Witch-King of Angmar had personally arrived. Otherwise, no one could have made a battle-hardened Elven King, who was at the peak of his power, so disheveled.

Now that Verway has revealed his top-tier aura, it will surely alarm certain beings...

"Get out of here!" Omske suddenly turned around and roared at Roland, then decisively turned and rushed out of his hiding place. He hoped that he could attract the enemy's attention and make them pay no attention to the small force.

"Boom!" Crimson battle aura shot into the sky, and the surrounding trees quickly curled and turned yellow until they burst into flames... Valve, carrying Manicati upside down, walked out of the flames step by step. He realized how reckless his actions had been, but now he had no choice but to stand up and face the unknown enemy. He had to at least give Roland time to retreat. A third-tier paladin was still too insignificant in a sixth-tier battle; even the aftershocks would be enough to kill him...

"Let me see what kind of monsters and demons are lurking in this decaying forest!" Verway straightened Manicati with both hands, and scorching battle energy swirled along the blade and wrapped around the longsword.

"At the end of darkness lies light!" Omsk rode his abyssal warhorse, lance in hand, his black and white battle aura surging and intertwining. Accompanied by the silent sound of hooves, Omsk slowly pressed towards the orcs at the entrance to the Singri Secret Realm.

"Your Highness! Lead the soldiers and charge in! I will clear the way for you with my spear!" Omske's mental link connected with Roland, and his voice rang in Roland's mind.

"People of Lagrange! Charge!" Roland chose to believe Omske's words without hesitation. He charged with the knights and disappeared into the crowd. This was the knights' intentional protection of him. Although the knights in their glory state would collectively share the damage, no one could guarantee his safety against a sixth-tier combat power that was the epitome of the strongest. There were cases of sixth-tier professionals destroying the coordinated defense of a hundred-man knight order with a single blow. Not to mention anything else, even Sernar, who was here now, could break through the glory state of a hundred-man knight order with a full-force attack.

"Halt! Human Knights!" Khammur, riding Nightmare and dragging his flail, blocked Roland and the others' path.

"Boom!" A terrifying torrent of battle energy streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed into Khamur. The fifth-tier knight skill - Spear Piercing the Sun was activated!
“Your opponent is me!” Omske calmly looked at Khammur, who had blocked his attack with his shield, and raised his lance in a provocative manner.

"You're courting death!" Kehamur cracked open his empty mouth, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered violently.

"Corruption of the Evil Spirit!" With a flick of his wrist, a dark six-pointed star flashed with an eerie light, and a purplish-black skull hurtled directly towards Omske. This skill of Khamur could reduce the target's resistance to evil spells by half.

"Light Dispel!" How could Omsk possibly let that thing hit him? Once his proud high resistance was weakened, the difference in attributes between the Light Knight and the ordinary knight was actually not that great.

"Hero of Light and Shadow!" Khammur was stunned when he saw his skills instantly dispelled by the aura bursting from Omske's body. This was interesting. In terms of combat power, the Hero of Light and Shadow was no less than the Black Hero.

"Light and Shadow Strike!" A jet-black spear shadow pierced out from Omske's spear.

"A mere trick! Showing off your skills before an expert!" Khammur sneered. His shadow-attribute battle aura was almost ineffective against evil attributes. Sensing the attribute of Omske's attack, Khammur immediately blocked the incoming spear shadows, intending to take the hit head-on.

"Ah—hiss!" Khammur screamed, clutching the scalded wound on his chest. Twin Light and Shadow! This is the most powerful aspect of the Light and Shadow Knight. His attacks can be single-attribute or dual-attribute. What's most terrifying is that no matter how you perceive it, you can only sense the attribute it displays. The other attribute hidden within it will only be suddenly revealed after the attack hits.

"Die!" Omske raised his spear and charged directly at Khammur. A streak of white battle aura flashed at the spear tip, the dazzling flames blinding Khammur. "Damn light!" Khammur howled, covering his eyes and retreating rapidly. When it comes to the Black Knights' most hated attributes, holy and light are definitely tied for first place.

"Slash!" Vervier appeared in front of Khammur without anyone noticing, raising his Manicati in a terrifying arc and slashing down fiercely, sending sparks flying through the air.

"Khamur is doomed!" Verweil and Omske thought at the same time. Even Khamur couldn't withstand such a terrifying attack from two sixth-tier beings who were going all out.

"Necromantic Barrier!" Lydalias burst through the void and appeared before Khammur from behind a barrier filled with wailing souls.

"boom!"

"what--"

"Whoosh!" The sharp battle axe slashed in an eerie arc, cleaving towards Omske and Verway.

"Clang!" Omske thrust his spear into the ground to block the incoming battle axe, then charged forward on horseback towards Lydalias without slowing his momentum.

"Necromantic Conversion!" Lydalias retreated rapidly, pulling Khammur up and disappearing from their original spot. At the same time, two dazed undead appeared where the two had been.

"Damn it!" Omsk had no choice but to stop. The charge had been launched but had not hit the target. Now he was forced to interrupt his skill to search for the whereabouts of the two Ringwraiths.

"They got away?" Verway said angrily. He had done his best to hide, hoping to ambush a Ringwraith and Omske at the crucial moment to kill him in one blow. However, the Ringwraiths reacted too quickly, causing their perfect teamwork to fall apart.

“Looks like we’re in big trouble!” Omsk glanced at Roland’s army, which was still steadily advancing among the orcs, before looking away.

"Damn it... Cernar's here!" Verway's face darkened. The two-on-two situation was about to change, becoming three-on-two... their chances of winning were slim...

"Let's fight and retreat at the same time!" Omske said. If they were caught between three Ringwraiths, it would be disastrous. The endless negative status effects from the three Ringwraiths would be enough to kill a paladin, not to mention the abridged version of the Light Knight and a ranger.

"It seems we have to retreat to Singari as well." Verway said helplessly, looking at Sernar's figure. Originally, they planned to send Roland and the soldiers into Singari while the two of them wore down the orc soldiers outside. You know, when a sixth-tier professional targets a low-level professional, it's a massacre. No force can withstand such losses. Under pressure, the orcs' offensive would be immediately resolved, and they would be forced to retreat to their lair. However, the appearance of the three Ringwraiths has already blocked Verway and Omske's idea.

In the dark forest, a terrifying sixth-order melee is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)