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

Chapter 274 The War of Natural Disasters (Final)

"Can it be fixed?" Roland asked the busy ranger, clutching the delicate bowstring.

“Of course! The environment here is dry enough! The items are well preserved!” The Lordaeron rangers gathered around the dwarven spear launcher, inspecting and repairing it while stringing and adjusting the bowstring.

“Correct it carefully! We only have one arrow, and I don’t want it to miss!” Roland said solemnly.

"Now there are four!" A squad of Royal Guards walked over, looking disheveled, but what they were holding up made everyone's eyes light up.

"Beautiful!" Roland's excitement was undisguised.

"Alright! What we should do now is find another spear launcher and fix it!" Balin said to the dwarves behind him, his beard trembling with excitement as he looked at the four gleaming black arrows.

"Clang~ Clang~" Before long, the group pulled out a spear launcher that was almost completely broken into parts from some corner.

"..." Roland's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide open. He pointed at the thing in front of him, his poor brain capacity really had no idea how this thing could fire black arrows? Fire them backward?

"Your Highness, the main body of this thing is still intact! It can be repaired! And although it looks completely damaged, actually the parts have been shaken apart! We can fix it in a moment!" Balin patted his chest with great confidence.

……

“This…” Balin fell silent, staring at the spear launcher in front of him, which was already scattering parts as soon as it was cocked.

"How about... we look again?" Balin's face turned bright red with embarrassment. The more confident he was in making that promise, the more awkward he felt now!
"Ahem, I think it's possible!" Roland turned his head away, feeling quite embarrassed himself. Damn it! He shouldn't have had any hope for this thing! When he saw Balin and the others quickly assemble and repair it, he couldn't help but admire the dwarves' craftsmanship! Who would have thought... the sound that followed the click of the wind-up mechanism was a teeth-grinding creak, and then "smack!" the scattered parts even bounced off Roland's breastplate, as if mocking Roland's overconfident expedition.

"Let's speed up! They're still waiting for us!" Roland sighed, feeling the slight tremor beneath his feet.

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"Oh! Dragon God! Where did His Highness and the others go?" Caslo anxiously gazed at the distant entrance.

"Don't rush! Hold off the Balrog! His Highness never disappoints us!" Omske shook his head, this was the only way he could comfort himself and Caslo. As he watched the Storm Dragon Kaldor's movements gradually slow down, his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

“Your dragons are already showing signs of weakness!” Omske said gravely, observing the battle.

"This damned world! Why didn't the Allied Forces kill this thing back then?" Caslo roared, feeling his battle spirit dwindling. "The Allied Forces? They wouldn't go to war for a stray dog!" Omske shook his head.

"We have to do something! Kaldor can't hold on any longer!" Caslo looked at his dragon, their minds in perfect harmony, allowing them to communicate freely.

"My knight!" Kaldo weakly transmitted his voice through mental energy.

"Kardo, hold on! You are of the Wind Dragon bloodline! The blood of the Storm Dragon flows in your veins! You are a proud dragon! You are no longer the flying dragon of yesteryear! You have successfully advanced to become a dragon! Nothing in the world can stop you! Hold on! Kardo! The King is coming soon!" Caslo communicated with Kardo telepathically, clearly sensing Kardo's declining condition! How could a young dragon be a match for a cunning and battle-hardened Balrog? His powerful dragon bloodline could only provide him with the means to resist the Balrog; when his dragon power became insufficient, that would be the moment of his defeat.

“I will do my best! My knight! If things don’t work out, please leave here! If possible, please take my people with you and leave... to Dragon Island! Tell our elders everything that happened here! They will avenge me!” Kaldor responded, but there was not much hope in his tone. However, the madness hidden in his bones was slowly tearing the veil.

"Roar!" The dragon head, biting into the Balrog's neck, ignored the slashing of the Balrog's flaming longsword! Even with dragon scales scattered and blood flowing everywhere, it still fulfilled its duty! Loyal to the Dragon Knight Pact, protecting its knight! At this moment, it was not fighting for Lagrang, not fighting for Roland, but fighting for its knight! Betting the honor of the Dragon Knight! Charge!
"Madman!" After paying the price of half his neck being mangled and bloodied, the Balrog finally shook off the equally wounded Kaldor. Where was the former nobility and domineering aura of the Storm Dragon? Like a bloodthirsty defeated dog, it launched suicidal attacks on the Balrog again and again!

This was precisely what made the Balrog extremely wary. He only wanted to drive away and kill these invaders, not to fight a bloodthirsty dragon to the death. A wise contempt appeared in the Balrog's eyes. It knew that as long as it could stall for a little longer, victory would naturally be its own! This dragon was already running out of steam!
While carefully blocking Kaldor's attacks, the fire demon continuously bleeds Kaldor. This demon has cunning ingrained in its bones, and Kaldor quickly felt a significant weakening under its rhythm!
"Roar!" An angry dragon roar resounded, and a blow from its thick, long tail sent the Flame Demon staggering.

"Go! My knight! Take the elven dragon! Leave this place! Tell the elders... to avenge me! The dignity of the dragon race cannot be trampled upon!" Kaldor roared, and then his entire body burst into blue flames! That was his very essence! He was burning his own life force to gain power!

"This farce should end..." Kaldor looked coldly at the smug Balrog in front of him and suddenly laughed.

"He's about to die and doesn't even realize it!" Cardo sneered.

"You lost! What right do you have to kill me?" The Flame Demon's voice was hoarse and grating, like scrap metal scraping against a concrete floor.

"The one who killed you wasn't me! It was the dragons!" Kaldor sneered.

Suddenly, the Balrog's expression changed as if it had remembered something. It abruptly shook off Kaldor and rushed towards the abyss. Its memory suddenly flashed back to a scene from a thousand years ago: a ferocious silver dragon tore through the sky and the earth, and the dragon rider, wielding his dragon spear, descended like a god! On that day, in the unknown northern lands, five Balrogs who had intended to go south to join the war, along with that dragon and his knight, fell into a deep slumber in that land! The suppression inherited in its bloodline once again awakened the Balrog's memories and fears.

"Don't go! Stay! Kong Yu Jing Tian!" Kaldor's entire body surged with azure dragon power. He was about to unleash one of the Storm Dragon's few divine forbidden spells! A forbidden spell capable of sealing off an entire space! He would use his life to imprison this fire demon, leaving it for future generations of the dragon race to judge!
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a dark light grazed Kaldor's body and disappeared into the Flame Demon's abdomen! In that instant, Kaldor felt his soul tremble!
"Aow!" The Flame Demon screamed miserably, but at this moment, due to the effect of the divine forbidden spell slowly taking effect, the Flame Demon's dodging movements were as slow as a snail crawling.

"Cardo! Stop!" Caslo almost cried tears of joy! His Highness is back.

"The Black Arrow?" Kaldor immediately distanced himself from the Balrog and ceased burning his life force, naturally calming the divine forbidden spell. Recognizing the Black Arrow, Kaldor's eyes were filled with apprehension. Why? This thing was originally meant for slaying dragons!
"Pfft!" Another black arrow shot out, but this time it was incredibly cunning! It successfully struck the fire demon's knee! With Kaldor's wind elemental seal, the fire demon was now trapped.

"Roar!" The chains made of wind elements bound the injured fire demon once again, and this time it could no longer break free!
(End of this chapter)