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

Chapter 241 The Fourth Ringwraith
"They've started fighting!" Roland raised an eyebrow as he watched the battle flames erupting over there.

"Looks like Omske is going on a killing spree over there... Isn't he afraid of scaring the orcs away?" Caslo grinned, looking at Omske who was unleashing his ultimate moves like crazy. Does that guy want the orcs to know there's a Tier 6 here?

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"Drip, drip~" Fine beads of blood slowly slid down Omsk's armor and dripped onto the wet ground.

"Splat!" With a stomp of the iron boot, the blood that had seeped into the soil immediately gushed out again, covering the soles of his feet.

Looking at the mountains of corpses around him, one could tell how many wolf riders Omsk had just killed! Hundreds of dire wolves mixed with the remains of orcs spread out from where Omsk stood, covering an entire forest. Countless trees as thick as a person's embrace were snapped by Omsk's violent battle aura, and thick trunks were scattered all over the ground. Omsk had actually cleared a vast clearing in the dense forest.

"Clack clack~" A teeth-grinding grinding sound came from the darkness, and a nauseating stench of decay slowly spread.

"Damn it! Do you really think no one can punish you?" A voice like a broken bellows came from the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.

"You cowards hiding here, come out here!" Omske turned his sword and unleashed a heavy vertical slash, the fierce battle aura shooting towards a shadowy spot.

"Boom!" A jet-black shield suddenly opened, blocking Omske's attack. The two energies collided, quickly creating a shockwave that uprooted all the surrounding trees...

"A Ringwraith?" Omske looked surprised.

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"Sixth rank!" Caslo looked up abruptly, a hint of fear in his voice.

"Orcs have a sixth rank?" Roland stared wide-eyed at the terrifying energy shockwave. According to the plot he knew, the only sixth-rank orc was Azog! Even his son, Polg, was only a fifth-rank warrior. If there were sixth-rank orcs in Gambada Fortress, they would have appeared during the Battle of the Five Armies!
“Or perhaps not a sixth-tier orc…” Caslo’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and his hand holding the longsword was already itching to strike. If it weren’t for the need to protect Roland, he would definitely have gone to see for himself right now.

"Ringlings! Rumors say that Ringlings are entrenched in Gombada Fortress! It is filled with death and wailing... No living being can approach!" Balin's melodious voice rang out.

“It’s not just a rumor anymore!” Caslo twisted his stiff neck and gave a dry laugh.

"You mean the Ringwraiths?" Roland's expression changed.

“It’s obvious that no one but those fallen ones who have surrendered to death could cause such a commotion!” Caslo sighed calmly as he watched the earth-shaking scene on the distant mountainside.

"Then... can Omske win?" Roland asked anxiously. He didn't want anything to happen to his only Tier 6 hero; any injury would break Roland's heart.

“Let’s see which Ringwraith is on the other side…” Caslo shook his head. If it was the Witch-King of Angmar in person… Caslo was already prepared to lead Roland away. As for the remaining soldiers… they could only pray for their own good fortune.

"Just wait, there will be results!" Caslo sighed and quietly placed the dragon flute in the most convenient spot.

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"Trash! All you can do is dodge?" Omske mocked after missing his target with his sword.

"Heh heh, how could you, a mere mortal, possibly comprehend my greatness! Accept the punishment of the Fourth Calamity! Death Surge!" The Ringwraith suddenly appeared, tearing open the space around Omsk with both hands. Powerful suction forces and dense evil energy surged wildly into Omsk's body. "Light! Clarity! Praise!" Omsk slammed his fist into the ground, and instantly, bursts of luminous battle energy erupted from him, as if a blazing sun had risen in the dark night.

"Your attack is ineffective against me!" Omske slowly stood up, his eyes blazing with killing intent.

“Is that so? I am the great Fourth Ringwraith—Amorazo! How could you possibly understand my greatness! And how could you possibly know our horror!” The ghostly flames of his soul flickered violently in Amorazo’s eye sockets, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"Heh, you idiots who think they're interesting when they're boring, and noble when they're rotten. I've killed too many rats hiding in the shadows! I wonder if you'll become one of them?" Omske's greatsword pointed straight at Amorazo.

"Honestly, you're not as good as Khammur in a fight. Alright, I've played with you for so long! It's time to end this!" Omsk, believing he had figured out the Fourth Ringwraith Amorazo's attack patterns, finally revealed his bloodthirsty fangs.

"In the name of the champion! Charge!" Omsk, having summoned his abyssal warhorse, swiftly switched his greatsword, pointing his lance straight at Amorazo, and then charged forward.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking came from Amoraso's ribs, and a sharp spear tip had already pierced through his body.

"Purify, evil spirits!" Omske said expressionlessly, pouring his battle qi into the flames. The battle qi, completely transformed into light battle qi, surged wildly into Amoraso's body through his lance.

"Agh!" As if scorched by the blazing sun, Amorazo let out a piercing scream that carried far into the silent night...

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"Is Omske slaughtering pigs?" Roland shrank back as he listened to the eerie screams.

“No! He severely injured that Ringwraith!” A smile appeared on Caslo’s face.

"So he's going to win? That's amazing! No wonder he's a sixth-tier hero of Lagrange!" Roland grinned.

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"You! You deserve to die!" Amoraso deflected the lance that had pierced his ribs with his sword, and with a few leaps he disappeared into the darkness, quickly emerging from another shadow.

"Your power is the power of darkness, isn't it? You didn't die from that attack just now, tsk tsk tsk! You were able to use the darkness to absorb the damage in such a hurry, you really are worthy of being a Ringwraith, aren't you?" Omske mocked.

"Bastard! I will kill you! I will embed your skull into the breastplate of my nightmare!" Amora cursed viciously.

"Alright, anyone can talk tough," Omsk tilted his head, watching Amorazo's childish performance.

"You will regret this, stranger! One day I will bury you! Your pride and light will perish along with the kingdom behind you!" Amoraso was already considering retreating. After all, he had been ambushed and suffered serious injuries. Even with the help of the darkness, he was still no match for this strange human hero. This hero, who was extremely skilled in both light and dark powers, had firmly restrained him. He knew that if he didn't leave soon, the sun would rise and he would really be unable to leave!
"Trying to leave?" Omske was taken aback and immediately spurred his warhorse to give chase, intending to engage in a prolonged battle. But were those cunning old rascals like the Ringwraiths so easily dealt with? Only Amorasso's eerie voice remained in the wind.

"Cherish the little time we have left, for when my Lord returns... we will all die! We will all die! Let us wail and cry out! Let us hide and despair!"

"...Where did this lunatic come from? Is Sauron really serious about recruiting? How can such an idiot become the famous Fourth Ringwraith?" Omske was utterly shocked. Who gave him the audacity to be so weak yet so arrogant?
(End of this chapter)