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

Chapter 240 Heroes Bathed in Blood
"Pfft!" A group of Lordaeron rangers leaped down from the treetops with a quick step, and while the wolf riders below were still stunned, they slashed at the necks of the wolf riders and the dire wolves in pairs.

"Swoosh!" The wolf riders, who had no time to dodge, had their throats slit along with their dire wolves, and the stench of blood filled the dark jungle...

"Pfft~"

The dark jungle mercilessly devoured life after life in the night, and blood mixed into streams that flowed freely across the damp land.

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“The enemy should have already engaged in battle at Omske!” Caslo sighed, gazing at the deep forest.

"Hmm?" Roland looked at Caslo in confusion.

"The smell of blood! The stench of orcish blood!" Caslo took a deep breath.

"Oh no! The smell of blood has reached here; the orcs will smell it too!" Roland exclaimed in alarm.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness, we’re downwind! And not everyone has the sense of smell of a dragon!” Caslo revealed his half-dragon form.

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"How is the situation?" Omsk shook the blood off his armor and looked at the rangers who had surrounded him.

"All taken care of! The others are dealing with the corpses! They'll use a special potion to remove the smell of blood so the orcs won't be able to smell it. They'll even send out squads to scout. Then we'll... hehehe..." Several Lordaeron rangers grinned cruelly.

"How monstrous! But I like it! Let's have everyone lie in ambush! Let's try to kill some more of his wolf riders!" Omsk whispered. Without his wolf riders, how could the orcs possibly fight head-on against the allied soldiers who were all at least Tier 1 professionals?
"understand!"

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"Huh? It seems the rangers of Lordaeron are quite clever! The smell of blood has disappeared!" Caslo raised an eyebrow, revealing a delighted expression.

"It seems the rangers of Lordaeron still have some good ones in reserve!" Roland smiled as well. After all, as the only ranger force in the Lagrange Empire with elven blood, the rangers of Lordaeron were quite mysterious in battle, and it was said that they had inherited many elven secret techniques.

"Hopefully they can kill more wolf riders, so the pressure on us will be less!" Roland looked in the direction of Omske and the others.

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"Huff, huff, huff! Lord Omske! We have eliminated more than a hundred wolf riders!" the Lordaeron rangers reported, panting heavily.

"You've worked hard!" Omsk bowed to the Lordaeron rangers who were drenched in sweat but still had resolute eyes.

Hiding motionless in the trees at night is incredibly exhausting for the Lordaeron rangers. They not only have to maintain their balance and conceal their presence, but also resist the chill of the night, fight off the wolf riders who have entered the ambush, and then deal with the corpses. After dealing with just over a hundred wolf riders, these Lordaeron rangers were completely exhausted.

"You retreat, go back and rest, and prepare to fight the enemy! I'll hold them off for a little longer!" Omske said calmly to the Lordaeron rangers who had already reached their limit. Although they could still ambush again, they were likely to suffer heavy casualties because the number of wolf riders from the previous wave had increased significantly, and this time even more wolf riders would be coming.

"Roger!" The Lordaeron rangers immediately sheathed their longbows and quickly disappeared into the dense forest. "Sigh..." Omske sighed softly. He pulled a knight's greatsword, as tall as a man, from his spatial ring. The broadsword, as wide as a door panel, kicked up a cloud of dirt when it hit the ground, clearly indicating its considerable weight!

"Let me see what you're capable of." Omske twisted his neck, fastened his visor, and stood motionless in the woods like a steel sculpture. The cold night wind gently ruffled his cloak, and the surrounding sounds disappeared, plunging into a deathly silence.

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"Roar! Where are they! Where did they go! Those damned bastards!" A wolf rider roared angrily as he rode his war wolf.

"Those guys haven't already stormed into enemy territory and gone off to feast, have they?!"

"Hurry up! Don't let them get there first!"

"Wait! No! They can not come back to report! But the dire wolves are not responding to our calls either!" A smart wolf rider slammed his fist on his agitated companion.

"Damn it! Stop! They might be finished! Something's wrong here!" He stepped in front of the group and blocked their path.

"Damn it! Take a closer look at those human camps! Look at those fires! They haven't spread at all! They're in perfect order! Our men haven't broken in there!" The astute wolf rider immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Clap clap clap!" A burst of applause came from the darkness. All the wolf riders were stunned. They turned their heads and looked at their companions. When they realized that the sound was not coming from their side, they all showed surprised expressions.

"I didn't expect there to be a few smart ones among the orcs. I thought you were all brainless bastards... But you guessed right, there's no reward!" Omske slowly emerged from the shadows, dragging his greatsword.

"Kill him!" The wolf riders revealed bloodthirsty expressions, looking at Omske with ferocious smiles. They had already imagined how they would torture this suddenly appearing human and cruelly kill him.

Unfortunately... they were wrong. This was a massacre, but the targets... were them!

With a "whoosh!" Omsk raised his knight's greatsword and swung it with all his might. The massive sword, as wide as a door panel, swung down with a sudden burst of white light, cleaving the charging wolf rider and his dire wolf in two. Blood splattered all over Omsk's body.

"Die!" A flash of black and white battle aura disappeared in an instant, and the two wolf riders who wanted to attack from both sides and their dire wolves were turned into a cloud of minced meat.

"You're courting death!" Omske flipped his wrist and thrust his greatsword forward, killing another wolf rider. Then he whirled around and swung his heavily armored iron elbow back, striking a dire wolf's gaping maw. Instantly, bones, teeth, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Die!" Omske swung his sword down, cleaving down another squad of men and wolves.

"Clang! Clang!" A series of sharp sounds came from Omske's armor as a pack of wolf riders surrounded him completely.

"Roar! Great Light and Shadow Slash!" Omske roared to the sky, and the intertwined light and shadow of battle flames suddenly erupted from his body. A spiral of battle flames began to twist and spin around him, and the high-speed dancing battle flames easily cut and tore apart the wolf riders caught in it like a sharp blade. The shrill howls could be heard clearly even across a mountain!
"I bring death! I bring new life!" Covered in blood, Omsk strode over the severed limbs and blood that reached above his ankles, his voice like that of a demon drifting away on the evening breeze.

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"Roar! Human hero! This repulsive smell! Hahaha! Let me end you! Hang your head on my spear!" A chilling laugh echoed from a shadowy spot behind the orc army.

(End of this chapter)