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

Chapter 239 Wolf Rider Howling Moon
"The enemy has wolf riders! We need breastworks!" Roland suddenly said. He had fought the wolf riders to the death on Lonely Mountain before, and he knew that the wolf riders did not rely on their fierce charge to break through the enemy's formation, but rather on their excellent jumping ability and mobility to conduct guerrilla warfare.

“The wolf riders are too mobile! We don’t have a knightly order! We can’t confront them head-on. The bad news is that the complex woodlands will allow the dire wolves to perform better!” Roland said to Balin.

"Sharpen the logs and stand them up in the camp! Stand up a lot of them; these logs can stop the wolf riders from leaping over our lines at will." Balin immediately offered his advice. Dwarves and orcs had been dealing with each other for a long time, so he naturally knew how to deal with his old adversaries.

“Okay, I’ll order the soldiers to do it right away!” Roland nodded.

“The situation is not good. We are not afraid of the orc infantry. At least our thousands of iron cans are enough to deal with them. But the wolf riders are a problem!” Omske immediately frowned and stepped forward.

"If all else fails, you go and hold them back!" Roland said through gritted teeth. This time, he wouldn't play by any rules! A single Tier 6 hero was enough to keep a pack of wolf riders at bay.

“Then your safety…we cannot rule out the possibility of the Ringwraiths existing!” Omske said anxiously.

“Caslo will take care of everything! The Wolf Riders are in your hands!” Roland commanded without room for argument.

"Take care!" Omske bowed and turned to leave.

"Your Highness, this is very dangerous!" Caslo said worriedly.

“If no one takes care of those scum, my soldiers will be in even greater danger! Although they are no match for regular human cavalry, they are still cavalry to the infantry! Their javelins are still deadly!” Roland said, grabbing Caslo’s shoulder and emphasizing each word.

Orcs possess their own smelting techniques, and their javelins are unlike the trolls' javelins, which are powerful yet ineffective. Their attacks are far from being all bark and no bite! Not to mention, the wolf riders are also skilled archers! Their horn bows are equally formidable!

"Get moving! Dig more pits! Make sure the stakes are planted close together!" Roland commanded anxiously.

"They're coming for me!" Roland's gaze pierced through the dense forest and looked north.

"Come on! Let them see the wrath of the Lagrange people!" Roland fastened his armor, drew his Dragonslayer sword, raised his shield, and stepped onto the front line.

"My people! Brothers! Warriors! Open your eyes wide! Night is coming! Orcs are coming! They are coming for me! Their target is the Royal Banner! It is the Royal Banner that will take my head! Let us use our swords to tell them that we are still the Lagrang army that marches against the current at the foot of Lonely Mountain! We are still the Light of the North! For humanity! Fight!" Roland roared hoarsely.

"For the King! Fight!"

"Fight for you!"

"Long live Lagrange!"

All the Lagrang soldiers were roaring, and no one could harm their king before trampling over their corpses!

"Royal Guards! We live in the name of the Royal Family! We die in the name of the Royal Family! Those who wish to fall the royal banner we protect will first have to step over our corpses! In the name of the Royal Family! Fight!" The Royal Guards roared in low voices, these elite infantrymen of Lagrange feeling an unprecedented rage! They dared to break the royal banner they protected? In their dreams! The Lagrange Royal Guards would teach them humility with blood and fire!

"Rangers! Go out and scout! Do not engage in battle!" Roland ordered.

……

"Swish, swish, swish~" A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, making a soft, rustling sound. At that moment, on an unnamed hill in the Misty Mountains, humans and dwarves relied on makeshift shelters and obstacles to await their enemies in the darkness.

"Awooooo~" On a distant mountain peak, a majestic figure stood on a cliff and howled to the sky, the long wolf howl echoing through the mountains...

"Awoo~" "Awoo~woo!"

One figure after another appeared in the moonlight, surveying the distant Allied positions from another mountain peak.

"They are calling for their people!" Balin spat, gripping the axe handle tightly in his hand.

“Wolf Riders Howling at the Moon! It looks like there are quite a few of these wolf riders… Omske, can we stop them?” Roland asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, Your Highness! They won't be able to get through!" Omske nodded to reassure Roland.

"All rangers, follow me! You take care of sniping the wolf riders from a distance, I'll hold them off from the front!" Omske said fiercely.

"Understood!" One by one, figures carrying longbows vaulted over the breastwork and left.

……

"Human scent?" A wolf rider vanguard suddenly stopped, raised his fist and clenched it, and the riders behind him slowed down.

"What's wrong?" a wolf rider asked as he rode his dire wolf to his side.

"There's a human presence here, it's dangerous!" the wolf rider warned.

"The humans are still on that mountain! They're far from here!" the other wolf riders said dismissively.

"Beware of ambushes! These humans are no ordinary people! They are the human legions that defeated Azog and Borg! They fiercely advanced against our army at Lonely Mountain! I will never forget that banner with the golden dragon on it!" The leading wolf rider captain touched the deep, bone-revealing scar on his forehead and said coldly.

"Let's sneak over! Check if there are any enemy ambushes nearby!" The wolf rider captain was clearly experienced; all the dire wolves immediately lowered their bodies and moved with lighter steps...

"Quite cautious?" Omske chuckled and shook his head helplessly. Within his perception range, these ordinary wolf riders were as bright as light bulbs in the dark.

"Sir, what should we do? Should we shoot them?" Several ranger captains beside him revealed bloodthirsty smiles.

"No, no, no! That would alert them! We'll sneak up and take them out! Don't give them a chance to warn us!" A cold glint flashed in Omske's eyes. Although the orc spellcasters were rather weak, they could still produce simple signal missiles. Omske himself didn't believe that each of these wolf rider vanguards didn't have several signal missiles. If these wolf riders sent out their signals, the orc army would know there was an ambush here, and the wolf riders he had been waiting for might bypass the area, only to be met with a cheap mass of orc infantry.

“There are too many of them! Seven squads! Five people per squad! Let them get close! Remember to use non-skills! We need to finish this quickly and not reveal our presence!” Omske whispered his instructions.

From God's perspective, at this moment, a hundred Lordaeron rangers, led by Ormske, quietly approached the scattered wolf riders who were scouting.

Under the bright moonlight, in the treetops unseen by the wolf riders, sharp scimitars and longbows drawn to their full length were pointed at them.

Omske blended into the night like a ghost, leaping several times to reach the back of the last wolf rider. His sharp longsword gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Swoosh!" Omske pounced swiftly, slicing open the wolf rider's throat and then beheading the dire wolf.

(End of this chapter)