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

Chapter 162 Defeat
"Starlight Chains!" An ice-blue cross appeared in Iovia's right eye, instantly locking onto Thranduil. The next second, a chain forged from starlight tore through the void and bound Thranduil.

"Tether!" Iovia pulled, and the Starlight Chains immediately carried Thranduil through the void to Iovia's side.

"Boom!" The combined attack of the three Ringwraiths did little more than plant a mushroom on the spot and crack the earth inch by inch...

"Arrow of Destruction!" Seeing Thranduil out of danger, Verweir casually drew his longbow and shot it at Khammur.

"Kill him first! He's injured!" Verway's eyes flashed coldly. Anyone could kick a man when he's down; he could do it even better!
"Shared Fate! Hunter's Intuition!" Thranduil quickly cast two buffs. Shared Fate allowed teammates to share a portion of the damage, ensuring Thranduil, already in poor condition, wouldn't be killed again. Hunter's Intuition, a unique skill of Woodland Elves, increased the mental power and perception of Thranduil and allies within a 50-meter radius.

"Well done!" Iovia gave a thumbs up. The hunter's intuition unique to woodland elves is always reliable. Instantly, Iovia felt her mind become clear, and even her accuracy seemed to have improved to a higher level.

"Whoa!" Omsk was shocked when he experienced this skill for the first time. Knights, who were known for their heavy armor, were generally slow to react, which created a situation where assassins were at a disadvantage against knights. After all, when an assassin launched a backstab while in stealth, most knights would not realize the enemy's presence until they were dead. Even at the sixth-tier hero level, apart from the three pillars of knights—dragon knights, paladins, and black knights (also known as fallen knights or death knights)—the mental strength of most knights was generally low. However, Omsk, who was bathed in the Hunter's Intuition state, was completely overwhelmed. His mental strength was increased by several levels!

"Hehe!" Omsk grinned and charged toward Khammur with his lance. Facing three Ringwraiths working together, his own fighting strength was not yet at the point of complete overwhelmment. It was absolutely impossible to devour them, but leaving one alive was still something he could try to do!

"Stellar Fission!" Peter Groh raised his hand and waved it. A beam of starlight flowed from his body, enveloping and surrounding him. The next second, it exploded with a bang, and countless streams of light scattered and flew everywhere.

"Hiss hiss hiss~" The streaks of light landed on the Ringwraiths' protective battle aura, producing a corrosive sound.

"Get out of his attack range! These starlight will corrode our battle aura!" Sernar's eyes flickered with soul fire as he hurriedly said, clearly sensing that his battle aura was being consumed exponentially.

"Boom!" The thick, long lance pierced through the sky, directly thrusting towards Kehamur. Omske made no attempt to conceal his killing intent.

"brush!"

"brush!"

Iovia and Vervier both unleashed their Hunting Moon abilities, with Vervier even risking a blow from Lydalias to complete the skill's release! Their intention to kill Khammur was now completely undisguised.

"Damn it! Get out of there, Khammur!" Lydalias exclaimed.

"Ah!" Kehamur let out a chilling scream! A visible surge of energy erupted from his body, shoving Omske away!
"Keep him occupied!"

"Leave quickly!"

Both sides roared. The allied forces hoped to seize the opportunity to kill a Ringwraith, while the Ringwraiths hoped to escape safely. In their eyes, these sixth-tier allied forces had gone mad. Several Elvenkings had completely abandoned their defense and were attacking them head-on, completely fighting for their lives. This made the Ringwraiths feel very frustrated. They were clearly the weaker party, but it was the other side that was fighting so desperately...

"We have to leave!" Khammur quickly communicated with the other Ringwraiths via telepathy, a unique method of communication among the Ringwraiths (the undead can also do this).

"They're completely reckless!" Lydalias was very distressed. A dragon warrior and an elf king were enough to restrict him, making him feel extremely frustrated and uncomfortable. Although he wouldn't be killed, defeat was only a matter of time.

"Prepare to leave! We've lost this time! But we'll be back! We are the immortal Ringwraiths! They... grow old!" Sernar said meaningfully. "Whoosh!" Sernar suddenly dodged and used Shadow Swap to escape Thranduil's clutches, then swung his hooked scythe directly at Eovia!

"Pfft!" The sharp hook pierced through his armor and went straight through!
"Boom!" Kehamur's battle aura erupted, directly shaking off Omske, who was tightly entangled with him, and then he turned into a streak of light and escaped!

"Bang! Bang!" Two crisp striking sounds rang out. Lidillas used his battle axe to knock away the weapons of Verway and Peter Gross, then turned and left.

"Swoosh!" The Soul Hook Scythe flew back to Sernar's hand with a spray of blood. Sernar glanced at the crowd and then turned and ran away.

"king!"

"Iovia!"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, "Iovia, who was already injured, has once again become the Ringwraiths' weak point... Backstab +2?"

"Cough cough cough! Stop howling! Hurry up and save me! I'm not dead yet! I feel like I can still be saved!" Iovia smiled bitterly, realizing how incredibly unlucky she was. Who could have imagined that the Breath of Death, Sernar, would unleash such terrifying power? It seems the Allied Forces have been deceived for over a thousand years! Such terrifying attack power is definitely more destructive than Khammur's!
“He’s hiding his true abilities!” Iovia spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Help!" Everyone reacted and began to take out their healing items to treat Iovia.

"Holy Light!" Roland shook off the orc soldiers and led his men over, casting a holy spell as soon as he raised his hand.

"King Iovia! Are you alright?" Roland witnessed Iovia being backstabbed... From now on, let's rename him King Backstabber, not Elf King. As a sixth-tier hunter, he was backstabbed twice...

"Hmm? It should be nothing serious! The soul must have been shaken, but..." Iovia took out a broken white gem.

“Look! He took the pain of my soul for me!” Iovia smiled.

"White gemstone?" Roland suddenly understood why Thranduil wanted the white gemstone in Lonely Mountain so much—soul defense! For non-spellcaster classes, there are indeed few ways to defend against soul attacks. If the white gemstone has such an effect, then it is indeed worth the noble Elven race's pursuit.

“That’s right, just as you thought! Oh! Thank you for your holy magic!” Iovia nodded affirmatively to Roland after seeing that the bleeding from her wound had begun to stop.

"Damn it! The Ringwraiths got away!" Peter Groh angrily punched a large tree next to him, knocking it down.

“It’s alright, Peter! We’ll have a chance.” Iovia looked at Peter Gros, whose eyes were full of concern, and was deeply moved.

"What are we going to do next?" Thranduil asked, his eyes blazing with anger. He was already being overwhelmed by the Ringwraiths' relentless attacks, but now they had actually managed to bypass his defenses and severely injure Eovia. Wasn't this a slap in Thranduil's face?
"Let's wait for reinforcements from Lonely Mountain and clean up these scattered orcs first!" Iovia said helplessly, looking at the orcs fleeing in the distance. The entire forest had been ravaged by them.

(End of this chapter)