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

Chapter 227 Skull Crusher

"Fight back!" Balin roared, his eyes instantly filled with fine blood vessels—Tier 3 Skill: Berserk! Activated!
"Drink!" all the dwarves roared, raising their shields with their left hands and reaching for their throwing axes at their waists with their right!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" With a dull whistling sound, hundreds of powerful dwarven throwing axes were hurled out.

"Ha~" With his throat slit, he couldn't shout; all that could be heard was the sound of blood gushing from his throat.

"Aow!" The troll, who had miraculously survived, let out a mournful howl, drawing the attention of people from all directions.

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"Wow! That was intense! It seems these dark-skinned people didn't get much of an advantage from our dwarf friends!" Omske exclaimed.

"Stay on guard! Don't let your guard down! The night is still long..." Omske exhaled another breath of stale air.

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"Fight! Fight! Smash their heads! Tell them we are the sons of Turin! We come from Caesardum! We will return there! No one can stop us!" Balin roared, pulling his double-edged axe from the ground and launching a charge.

"For Kaysadom!"

"For the glory of the Longbeard Clan!"

"For the children of Turin! For our homeland!"

Inspired by Balin, the dwarves launched a furious counterattack against the trolls.

"Crack! Bang!" The three-meter-tall trolls were like giants to these short dwarves, but the dwarven warriors still had ways to deal with them. Most of the dwarves wielded their unique spiked armor-piercing axes, one side of which was a normal battle axe, and the other side was a fist-sized, four-sided, square-pointed armor-piercing hammer! They swung the axe blades, striking the trolls' knee joints, severing them like hot knives cutting butter. As the trolls collapsed, they slammed the side with the four-sided, square-pointed armor-piercing hammer into the trolls' heads. The whole combo was incredibly smooth!

"Crack!" The crisp sound of a skull cracking could be easily heard even from a hundred meters away. Despite the tooth-wrenching sound of the bone breaking, Caslo smiled.

“Listen to that! What a beautiful sound! It looks like our dwarf friends are doing a great job. They’re smashing those bastard heads like it’s nothing!” Caslo joked.

But his smile soon vanished. The wandering knights who had scattered in all directions retreated, and frost once again settled on Caslo's face. If there was any worst-case scenario, it was being surrounded!

"Shield Wall!" Caslow shouted.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull thuds of shields hitting the ground echoed as various colored battle flames quickly covered the Royal Guards' infantry tower shields, merging into one under the fusion of battle energy. The camp gate was directly sealed off by this thick steel wall!

"Watch out for stray arrows! Prepare for close combat!" Caslo abandoned his mid-range javelin counterattack. Although the Royal Guards' javelins had considerable penetrating power, their accuracy was rather poor compared to the troll javelin throwers... It was better to save his energy to cut down a few trolls than to waste it.

"Dragon God! The impact of these javelins is terrifying!" "It's unbelievable that they could unleash such power with wooden javelins!"

"Thanks to the Dragon God for depriving them of their smelting abilities... otherwise this great shield wouldn't give me any sense of security."

Behind the shield wall, the Royal Guards of Lagrange dodged the wooden spears thrown by the trolls with lingering fear. The entire shield wall seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but in reality, it was as stable as a rock, like a dam in the waves.

"Kill!" Sharp spears spun out from the shield wall, and a spray of blood instantly bloomed in the air. The Lagrange Royal Guards, who had retreated after their attack, did not seek glory. They twisted their spears again and decisively pulled out the spears, which were now free of blood.

"Strengthen the defenses! Don't hesitate after hitting the enemy! Draw your gun immediately! Don't get stuck!" Caslo drew his longsword and ran back and forth behind the defenses. Wherever the pressure was too high, he would unleash a wind blade. The trolls, lacking armor, could not withstand the wind blade strikes imbued with the dragon rider's rage. They were all cleaved in two, their limbs scattered all over the ground.

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“Caslo’s side is also engaged in combat! Now it’s just that Orioyin’s side and our side are not making any moves!” Omsk shook his head. Although the Lordaeron Rangers who had retreated brought news of an impending enemy attack, the shadowy jungle trees made it impossible to tell how many enemies were lurking in the shadows.

“Rangers! I need your eyes to watch out for every corner of the darkness. We are always at risk of being attacked…” Omsk’s eyes were full of solemnity. Compared to a real battle, this feeling of the enemy being in the dark and us being in the light was too uncomfortable.

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"Fight! Sons of Turin!" Balin swung his axe to the right with both hands, the sharp double-edged axe easily dislocating the legs of a troll. With a burst of muscle from Balin's hands, the axe that had been swung to the right was chopped to the left again, and the troll, who had lost his legs and collapsed to the ground, just managed to deliver his head to Balin's axe.

"Crack!" Brain matter splattered along with the shattered skull and blood, and eyeballs, squeezed out of their sockets by the pressure, spurted out several meters away.

"Roar!" Balin pounded his chest and roared wildly. He was a descendant of Turin! The future Lord of Moria, the commander of the dwarven expeditionary force! He pounded his chest on the front lines, wielding his sharp axe to cut down one troll after another that tried to break through the defenses.

Inspired by Balin, the dwarven warriors were also filled with fervor. Shouting battle cries, they advanced step by step with heavy but firm strides. Their wielding spiked axes became death warrants in the eyes of the trolls, severing limbs, smashing skulls, and breaking spines! What the world did not know was that the Moria Skullbreaker Legion, which would later rival the Ironfoot Dwarves, was born at this moment!
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"Five steps forward, three steps back! Thrust!" Although Caslo's Royal Guards were few in number, their quality was exceptionally high. The moving steel wall suddenly took five steps forward, then spun and thrust out the spear in its hand. Then, amidst the trolls' wails, it quickly retreated three steps and withdrew the spear. In the process of advancing and retreating, the trolls left behind nearly 30 corpses.

"Shield Bash!" Caslo frowned and decisively gave the order as he watched the enemies in front of him gather in greater numbers.

Don't mistake shield bash for a simple shield swing; this is a genuine Royal Guard skill. The Royal Guard slowly takes a step back, lowers his stance, and unleashes a torrent of battle aura into his shield...

"Boom!" The Royal Guards slammed their shields out, unleashing a violent surge of battle energy that swept across a three-meter radius in front of them. Any trolls in that area were struck by the raging wave of battle energy, their mouths and noses bleeding, and they were tumbled back ten meters or so. As for the trolls that were hit squarely by the shields, they fared much worse. Broken bones and tendons were the least of their worries. Some unfortunate trolls were even crushed into a cloud of blood mist by the violent wave of battle energy after being struck by the shields, with severed limbs flying everywhere!
"His Highness is right behind us! Let them see the men of Lagrang! Let them know why you are called the Royal Guard!" Kaslow roared, bloodied as he sliced ​​through an incoming wooden spear with his sword and plunged his longsword into the troll's chest.

"Die!" With his longsword resting flat on his shield, Caslo twisted his waist sharply, unleashing a burst of azure battle energy that shot several feet from the blade. The three trolls that had been attacking Caslo were instantly cleaved in two by his waist, collapsing to the ground and writhing in agony.

"Hold the line! Protect His Highness!" Caslo, covered in blood, roared as he raised his longsword, looking like a demon returned from hell.

(End of this chapter)