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

Chapter 174 The Attack of the Elf King
"Boom!" A violent explosion rang out behind Roland and his group, and blue light illuminated the sky.

"Dissipating dragon power! There's a dragon knight!" Roland's pupils shrank, but he quickly realized what was happening.

"It must be one of ours! He's attacking the orcs! Our dragon knights have arrived!" Roland announced this morale-boosting news to the crowd. In this world where magic and battle aura were rampant, dragon knights were undoubtedly one of the most powerful combat forces.

"Whoosh!" A strong wind swept in! It was the gale whipped up by the wings of the Star Dragon Skye. Even if the dragon, flying at low altitude, did not attack people on its supersonic flight path, it would probably kill them. Although the Star Dragon is not a dragon race known for its speed, the gale whipped up by its wings still blew most of the orcs off balance, and even the Lagrang soldiers were affected to some extent.

"Peter! Cover the battlefield! We need to rest!" Roland shouted.

The Royal Guards, whose formation had been scattered by the wind, urgently needed to regroup. With more than half of their strength depleted, they had expended a great deal of energy in the gale whipped up by the dragon wings, and the wide tower shields had brought immense resistance!
"God! How did King Roland break away from the Knights?" Peter Groh faintly heard the shouts from below and looked closely. Roland's infantry had actually separated from the cavalry by several blocks. What kind of formation was this?

Before Peter Grod could think further, Skye had already spread its wings and soared into the sky. Dense dragon power emanated from its body, forming a shield that broke the sound barrier. Then, Skye swooped down and roared towards the still unresponsive orc army.

"Roar!" The dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and the orcs once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the dragon knights. The genes hidden in their blood were activated. Countless years ago, it was this terrifying aerial force that slaughtered the orc army, and now this force has descended upon the continent once more!

"Take cover!" Roland immediately sensed something was wrong. The power of dragon breath and dragon language magic, which are large-scale area-of-effect attacks, is terrifying. Even if they were just grazed by the edge of the dragon breath, they would be badly injured, if not killed, because the Star Dragon's dragon breath has the characteristic of annihilation!
"Ow!"

"Hahaha!"

"what!"

Hit directly by the dragon's breath, how could these poor orcs possibly survive? One by one, they howled and collapsed, struggling to the ground, forced to watch helplessly as they and their companions met their demise... annihilation. Their bodies slowly crumbled, disintegrated, and vanished as the dragon's breath seeped in...

"By the Dragon God! What kind of power is this?" Roland stared in shock at the road behind him, which had widened more than twice as much. A large trench, over 300 meters long, 20 meters wide, and 5 meters deep, appeared before everyone's eyes. In some places, the dragon's breath had not completely dissipated and was still obliterating the surrounding soil and rocks. As for the orcs? Roland looked around and saw that the entire area behind him was deserted. Even the buildings on both sides were in ruins. A large number of buildings had been obliterated and destroyed by the dragon's breath, and the orcs who had taken refuge in them had also been sent to paradise. Moreover, even the orcs who were not killed immediately were buried alive underground.

"Boom!" The heavy dragon body crashed down, and Star Dragon Sgei slowly lowered his head, revealing Peter Gro sitting in the crook of his neck.

"King Roland! Your knights are fighting the orcs ahead. You can join them. The remaining orc remnants are yours. I have two other allied forces to attend to! I'm leaving now! Good luck!" Peter Groh nodded to Roland with his hand on his chest before riding his dragon again into the sky.

"So cool! When will I ever have a dragon...? I want to be a dragon knight too..." Roland was incredibly envious of Peter Gro's carefree life and good fortune. Any intelligent race that forms a pact with a dragon not only gains an extended lifespan but also exceptional cultivation talent. Even if you just spend your days eating, drinking, and having fun, it won't stop you from reaching the sixth rank. Any dragon knight, dragon warrior, or other profession that survives the growth period has a bright future! A profession comparable to the gods is no joke!
……

"Goddess! The King has gone mad!" Peter Groh saw the allied forces in the second flank in the sky, or more precisely, the Elf King who was far ahead of the others...

"puff!"

"laugh!"

"Crack!"

Iovia's ruthless moves were all deadly; he was seeking revenge! He was venting his anger. This place was a disgrace to a certain Elven King, where he had been humiliated by his proud agility-based attacks, and had actually been backstabbed by a Ringwraith! A knight backstabbed a ranger... Could there be anything more ironic?
Having humiliated the goddess, Iovia couldn't swallow this insult. So when the orcs launched a full-scale counterattack and surrounded the allied forces, Iovia's first reaction wasn't surprise or panic, but rather a gleaming green light in his eyes. The star elves around him understood the meaning behind his gaze! It was the look of predatory delight.

When Éovia even abandoned her bow and arrows, and when she drew a scimitar from behind a Star Elf once more, she truly demonstrated what the violence of a ranger and the wrath of an Elf King meant! Fortunately, Éovia hadn't encountered any Ringwraiths ambushing her along the way, or rather, hadn't yet. Without any equals to counter her, Éovia went completely berserk, her battle aura spreading from the tip of her blade, forming a blade of light several meters long. Even shield warriors and knights known for their defense would frown at the sight of her wielding the double blades; the visual impact was simply overwhelming!

“Dragon's Breath!” Peter Groh whispered the command.

Skye understood and immediately unleashed a burst of dragon breath that swept over the orcs chasing the allied forces. The allied soldiers who had been holding off the constantly appearing ambushes from the rear breathed a sigh of relief. Dragon riders were incredibly lethal to orcs who lacked air knights. Even the Ringwraiths themselves couldn't suppress Skye, since Nightmares couldn't fly. Unless Sauron equipped the Ringwraiths with demon dragons beforehand, trying to limit a dragon rider with air superiority with the attack range of knight-type professionals... was just a pipe dream.

“Your Highness!” Peter Groh leaped down from the back of the dragon that swept low overhead and landed beside Iovia, drawing his scimitar and joining the fray to kill the orcs.

“Good! Kill these bastards! Then come with me to cut off the heads of those Ringwraiths. I really want to know if they’re immortal!” A cold glint flashed in Iovia’s eyes.

"Your Highness, you've gone too far!" Peter Gross subtly reminded Iovia, practically pointing at him and saying he'd gone overboard.

“Don’t forget, there are also those giant crossbows hidden in the shadows…” Seeing that Iovia remained unmoved, Peter Gro had no choice but to continue speaking. Although it was exhilarating to cut down enemies in the crowd with his king, it would be a different story if they fell into a trap. Obviously, Peter Gro did not want to be the protagonist of the story, nor did he want Iovia to be the protagonist, so staying with the soldiers became their only option.

(End of this chapter)