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

Chapter 228 Complete Victory
As the long night drew to a close, more and more trolls grew restless. They leaped out of the jungle, constantly harassing the allied forces with javelins. As time passed, the impatient trolls began to frantically charge at the camp's defenses. Their imposing bodies slammed fiercely against the steel lines of defense, leaving only howls and screams as they retreated in defeat.

"These damn black trolls are really vengeful! And their territorial instincts are too strong..." Omske brandished his sharp longsword. At least ten trolls had already died by his sword. Although the attack range of a mounted sword was not as far as that of a mounted lance, it was indeed more agile and useful for knights in foot combat. Of course, if you were to say that when a group of knights dismounted and formed a shield wall, setting up lances and pushing forward in a knightly infantry battle formation... some heavy infantrymen who had been beaten to tears might tell you how sturdy those long and hard lances were!

However, given Roland's current assets, he doesn't have the resources to lavishly deploy knights in a meat grinder-like positional war. As for knight infantry combat, it's definitely a case of using them for a short time for fun, but the costs will be skyrocketing. Apart from those spendthrift high-level lords in the game who can afford to fight like that, only the great lords of the Lagrange Empire have the strength to do so.

However, Omsk didn't use his full strength in this battle. After all, a sixth-tier hero entering the battlefield is practically the same as a dragon entering a village. Even slaughtering young ones isn't done like that. Omsk just casually cut down some trolls that jumped over the defenses and tried to penetrate deeper. He left the rest to the Dovenian heavy swordsmen and city guards to practice on. He wouldn't admit that he was just lazy.

On the other hand, Caslo was much more conscientious. Although he did not show the absolute dominance of a dragon knight, he still tried his best to advance and retreat with the royal guards. Well, unlike some lazy old codgers who slack off.

Although Caslo did not summon the dragon Kaldor to help him, a terrifying dragon's might still continuously erupted from his body. Although the trolls charged at their defenses fearlessly, they all subconsciously avoided Caslo's location. The aura emanating from him made these simple-minded trolls realize that this human was not to be trifled with!
"Damn it! Looks like I've really regressed... I'm even so rusty in ground combat now!" Caslo muttered in frustration. He was annoyed that his sword strike hadn't managed to cut a troll in two. However, this was also related to the change in Caslo's fighting style. Compared to the dragon knights' grappling and kiting tactics, dragon knights were more focused on breaking through enemy lines with a single point! Imagine a dragon spear, tens of meters long, formed from the combined battle aura and dragon power emanating from it, swooping down from hundreds of meters in the air and crashing into the enemy ranks. The rampant dragon power and battle aura could tear apart anything that dared to resist. Therefore, dragon knights rarely excelled in slashing abilities; their fighting style was always about thrusting from the sky!

Soon, only a handful of trolls remained in front of Caslo, posing little threat. Seeing this, Caslo dejectedly sheathed his sword and turned to walk back into the camp.

"Clean up the mess, I don't want any accidents to happen! Remember to finish them off!" After waving his hand behind him, Caslo decided to go and "apologize" to King Roland.

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"Aha!" Balin shouted and pressed his head against the head of the troll that had fallen to the ground. However, the cracking sound of the troll's skull and the deflated head gave this otherwise heartwarming scene a strange sense of gore.

"That was great! Children, we did it! The descendants of Turin are invincible! These black-skinned men proved the meaning of that with their heads! Now, stay on guard! And give these still-breathing bastards a quick death!" Balin twisted the belt around his waist, slung the blood-stained double-edged axe behind his back, and strode toward the command tent. He needed to go and ask about the others' situation.

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"Good evening! My dear Knight Caslo!" Roland said, emphasizing the word "dear" as he sat in the simple chair.

"Oh! Dragon God! No need for that, Your Highness. If you say that, Grand Duke Nyx will kill me when he gets back. I don't want to be your darling. I prefer fair-skinned girls with perfect figures!" Hungry and thirsty, Caslo grabbed a piece of roast meat from the table and shoved several mouthfuls into his mouth. He then gulped down a glass of water before he came back to his senses.

"...Hehehe, you've really got some guts, daring to have me placed under house arrest!" Roland was completely unaffected by Caslo's banter, cracking his knuckles with a loud crack.

“I didn’t want to do this either, but a great king was almost killed by a spear today. To avoid failing in my duty, I resorted to this tactic. You should understand, right…” Caslo mumbled as he struggled with the golden-brown roasted lamb leg. “Good heavens! While we’re fighting bloody battles outside, you’re here keeping company with roasted meat?” Roland was about to speak when Omske lifted the curtain and walked in. He immediately saw Caslo devouring the lamb, and then Roland’s dark face.

"Your Highness, the battle is basically over." Omske bowed.

"Sit down and recharge your energy. You've been working hard all night," Roland said, gesturing to a seat.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"The enemy has been completely annihilated. Let's come back and take a look," Kaslo said casually, glancing at Omske.

"Have the results come out yet?" Roland asked with concern.

“No, it’s too dark. I don’t plan to let the soldiers risk going to tally the results. There’s a possibility that the enemy is hiding in the woods.” Caslo wiped the grease from his mouth haphazardly with his hand.

“We don’t have any here either. After all, the city guards and the returning rangers shot down many enemies in the night, so it’s impossible to count them.” Omske shrugged and poured himself a glass of water.

"Beard above! Balin! Have these guys gone mad? How dare they charge at the heavily armored dwarves with their bare hands? Turin! How can there be such stupid intelligent beings? It's a miracle they haven't gone extinct!"

"Hahaha! I killed twenty-six! I must say, they were really big! Part of the shield wall next to me was blown away by them. Those poor lads were waving their arms and legs in the air, and then they fell flat on their faces!"

Balin returned with part of the Lonely Mountain Expedition. It was clear that Ori and Oyin were also alright. As for Balin… Roland didn't think anything along the way could pose a threat to him. His personal charisma and martial prowess were undoubtedly among the best of the dwarves! The blood of a dwarf king flowed in his veins! He possessed the charisma and charisma of a king!
“He will become a king, and a good king! He has the qualities a king should have. It seems the revival of the Moria dwarves is unstoppable!” Omske whispered to Caslow as Balin walked in.

"Welcome back in triumph, Your Highness Balin!" Roland greeted him, silently thinking to himself, this wise old warrior was once the last light of Moria in the Third Age, but the future has changed. If nothing unexpected happens, Balin can firmly sit on the throne of Moria, and the Balrog will no longer be able to influence this city, after all, he offended the dragons... and even killed a silver dragon... Thinking about this, Roland even shed "tears" for this poor Balrog. Rest in peace... But it seems that the parts on the Balrog's body are quite valuable? With this thought, Roland's mind started to wander.

(End of this chapter)