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

Chapter 193 Fall
Born to receive glory! Die with honor! My heart is like my sword! I would rather break than bend!

Osbayar's journey has come to an end! A magnificent 10-meter-long dragon spear lies casually planted diagonally in the ground, its tattered tassels fluttering in the breeze, divine light faintly swirling around it!

"Roar!" The enraged silver dragon braced itself, swatting away the Thousand Dragon Chant with a single blow. His knight had fallen; what use was the dragon spear now? Feeling the pain and emptiness deep within his soul, he suddenly realized that the dragon rider pact that had once bound them together had vanished…

"Roar~ Roar!" The silver dragon Astel let out a mournful roar to the sky. Little did the human alliance know that in this desolate northern land, a dragon knight commander born from the north had given his life to stop five fire demons that might have attacked the alliance...

"From this day forward, I am a dragon... No more knightly bonds... No more battles..." Large, glistening tears rolled down his cheeks. This was the silver dragon's heart-wrenching lament, the voice of a dragon whose heart had turned to ashes! He had witnessed the birth of a god, felt the might of divine war, yet in the end, he could only watch that "god" fall before him, unable to stop him...

"Oh~" A low, mournful war moo came from the billowing dust.

"Boom!" The silver dragon, which had been pressed to the ground with one claw, instantly stopped crying, its raised head radiating a terrifying killing intent.

"Whoosh!" Dragon breath, imbued with spatial elements, spewed from its mouth, its dense dragon power rapidly depleting itself to resist the smoke and dust.

"Awooo!" As the silver dragon breath disappeared into the smoke, the silver dragon Astel listened intently and finally let out an extremely miserable howl.

"Roar!" The silver dragon roared wildly, like a triumphant child, and as a "ground lizard," it harbored a relentless killing intent towards the figure in the dust.

"Roar!" The burly body burst forth like a burning volcano, dispersing the smoke and dust, and slammed its headbutt hard into the silver dragon's chest.

"Bang!" The silver dragon, raising its massive claws, used its innate spatial blade claws to show the Flame Demon what it meant to win people over with virtue!

"Whoosh!" The battle axe formed from flames was mostly embedded in his chest, and the scorching dragon blood seemed to be spraying out as if it were free. The noble silver-red dragon blood gathered into a stream flowing under him and was then scorched dry by the terrifying body temperature of the fire demon.

Two terrifying behemoths were locked in a fierce struggle. One was a silver dragon that had entered a state of reverse scales and was unable to fly, while the other was a fire demon that had been driven to the brink of death. The two terrifying magical beasts, both of which were of the calamity level, rolled and writhed wildly on the most primitive land by the long lake!

You give me a claw, I'll give you an axe! You take my whip, I'll bite you! Claws, sharp teeth, tails... every part of their body becomes a weapon in battle! They fight like the most primal wild beasts, relying on their savage physical abilities...

As the sun set, when the silver dragon finally spat out the throat it had been tightly gripping, and coughed up a mouthful of dragon blood, everyone realized that the dragon was completely mangled! The silver dragon, never skilled in melee combat, had used the most brutal and violent hand-to-hand fighting to utterly crush the surviving flamingo! It was avenging its knight! It was avenging itself! It was upholding the undefeated glory of the dragon knight! "Crack~" A slight sound echoed in the void; the spatial confinement had been broken. Yes… the death of the last flamingo signified that the final victor of this ambush belonged to Osbayar and his silver dragon…

"Space is back in my grasp..." The silver dragon staggered as it moved its blood-soaked body, gathering the spatial power it knew best.

The dragon blood flowing on the ground slowly reversed course, and the dripping blood flowed back into his body, swirling around him. This dragon was about to reach the end of his life. The injuries from fighting the Flame Demon were too severe. Now he only wanted to reclaim the dragon blood and the Flame Demon's Heart to prevent the terrifying pressure from attracting the covetousness of others.

"Everything will eventually return to dust... my knight... I will follow in your footsteps to serve the Dragon God..." Astir whispered, curled up, her body shimmering with silver light, a sign that spatial jump was about to begin!
As the silver light faded, the silver dragon teleported itself into the earth a hundred meters below. Along with it disappeared the artifact left behind by Osbayar—the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant!
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"Damn it! Damn the Balrogs! Damn Sauron!" The Star Dragon's eyes gleamed with a light as bright as stars—the fury of a dragon!

"A Balrog? Excellent! Excellent! I heard there's another one in the Moria Mines? I'll go and kill it soon!" The wind dragon Kaldor bared its sharp fangs. Unlike the silver dragons, which are spellcasting dragons, wind dragons are known for their powerful melee combat abilities and terrifying wind elemental dragon magic. Their melee prowess can rival that of black dragons and fire dragons—terrifying close-combat dragons! A mere Balrog?
"I curse them on behalf of the dragons! I curse this damned race! Dragon God above! Hear my voice, have mercy on my plight, and end my suffering!" The elven dragon, though not large, now seemed to stand ten thousand feet tall. If the other two dragons were merely bluffing, the Smurf was truly serious! He even used the dragon curse!

"How ruthless..." The group of humans and elves shuddered. What on earth was this? A curse from an elf dragon? What's the difference between uttering that and dancing on your grave?! You must know that dragon curses contain the power of rules, to put it bluntly, the power of laws. If the Balrog race didn't have a powerful figure or someone with great fortune, just this one curse from the blue elves would be enough to make them suffer. However, there are always trade-offs. An elf dragon's curse can only be cast on one target at a time. To cast a new curse, the previous one must be eliminated first. Moreover, the terrifying life force consumed by casting a curse is something that only elves, the longest-living dragons, can withstand.

"Sorry... you can't touch this dragon corpse!" In unison, the three dragons shielded the silver dragon's remains behind them. No dragon wanted its kin's corpse to be desecrated. Even though Roland possessed Smaug's remains, he didn't dare to display them casually. After all, he had to consider the feelings of the wind dragon Kaldor. Smaug, a mutated giant flying dragon, was considered a pure-blooded dragon. If Roland dared to dismantle Smaug's bones again, the wind dragon would definitely turn on him.

"Alright..." Roland sighed with some regret. How precious was the corpse of a silver dragon? Only heaven knew; probably not many silver dragon corpses in the entire dragon race remained undiscovered. However, after reading the footage of the final battle recorded in the silver dragon's soul, Roland also sighed. Born with glory! Died with honor! What a noble dragon rider commander...

"Consider this your compensation, King Roland! I think these should be enough to ensure you don't touch this dragon corpse!" After understanding the whole story, the Star Dragon came over carrying some things in its mouth.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Chant! Heart of the Flame Demon!" Roland's pupils contracted! As expected of the dragon race, so generous! A divine artifact just to exchange for his promise not to touch that dragon corpse.

"What do you plan to do..." Roland swallowed hard. After all, the dragon had died on his own territory, and leaving it here was not a solution! If not handled properly, it would not only anger the dragon race, but also cause some sub-dragons to appear.

Prime Minister Abe has sacrificed himself to serve the Dragon God. The author is very sad, the author is very distressed, the author wants to laugh but dares not, the author wants to attend a banquet but has no money to give as a gift... Alas, may there be no shotguns in heaven... Next time, let's use cannons, bullets are precious in Japan.

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