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

"It seems the orcs have forgotten the terror of the dragon riders!" Caslo shook his head, pulled up the dragon's head, and prepared for the next dive.

"Dragon knights rule the skies! Paladins dominate the earth!" Ajax recited the knightly maxims solemnly.

While there might be some boasting involved, it's undeniable that no class in the skies can rival the Dragon Knight. The Dragon Knight's only true opponent is another Dragon Knight! As for the Paladin... this class can deal damage, tank, and heal, excelling at all ranged, mid, and melee combat, with powerful crowd control. Who wouldn't love such a tanky character? The Holy Hero, with its holy halo and holy wings, looks absolutely stunning!
"Ajax! Don't give them a chance! Since you're here, stay! This land needs fertilizer!" Caslo said grimly, looking at the pile of corpses clad in blue-green armor on the ground.

“Understood! They can’t escape!” Ajax nodded, and she touched Renoir’s dragon scales. The majestic fire dragon immediately understood her meaning.

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"Signal! Tell that army to come in! Open the city gates!" Renault looked anxiously at the escaped soldiers, his heart bleeding! Weren't the heavy casualties of those soldiers precisely because of his incompetence as the commander? He could only watch helplessly as this massive army went from being full of vigor to being retreated step by step!

"Bring them back quickly! Their organization has been decimated! Don't let them linger outside!" Apophis Breo said to the King's Landing knights beside him. Only these knights and two generals in the entire fortress possessed warhorses.

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"Big brother! They let us into the city!" Merck Leopold tugged at Luke Leopold, who was gazing longingly at the dragon riders soaring in the sky.

Luke Leopold, this great general born of commoners, worked diligently and silently for his country, even at the cost of his life, but he still harbored a dream of being a knight... If you could play Mount & Blade, who would want to play as an infantryman?
The naive Merck Leopold didn't notice the envy and sorrow on his brother Luke Leopold's face. He only knew that once he entered the fortress, his mission would be complete, and his soldiers would be safe...

As he thought about it, Merk Leopold's nose tingled with tears. He still remembered the two mighty Swiftflow Legions: the First Swiftflow Legion of the North and the Sixth Swiftflow Legion of the North! What a magnificent army they were, now reduced to less than a third of their former glory... They were all subjects of the Empire, children of the Swiftflow River, utterly loyal to the Empire, and never feared even in death...

Rapid-flowing infantry have no option for retreat!

“Let’s go! Everyone needs to rest…” Luke Leopold glanced forlornly at his brothers beside him. He knew this battle would be tough, but he hadn’t expected it to be this tough. It wouldn’t matter if everyone died here, but the most painful thing was for those of them who survived, who would have to live the rest of their lives carrying the burden of their brothers’ legacy!

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"Our army is retreating! General Ajax... please protect them! Clear a path for them!" Caslo transmitted his voice to Ajax in a deep voice. At this moment, he was extremely solemn. It was the treatment these warriors deserved to be escorted by dragon riders!
"Roger that! Be careful!" Ajax nodded. She also acknowledged the honor and glory of this legion. Moreover, with the orcs now scattered and fleeing, it was inevitable that some stray orcs would try to break into their ranks.

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"Dragon Knights! Damn it! There are two!" From the shadows beneath the trees, one of the figures standing there let out a hoarse cry of alarm.

"Enough! Lydalias! Kill one, or slaughter two! Let's just add another name to the Dragon Slayer's title!" From the shadows, the Second Ringwraith, Khammur, slowly summoned Nightmare and emerged.

“Damn it! This will put a lot of pressure on us!” the Fifth Ringwraith Lydalias said in a deep voice. “We will have reinforcements! He has traveled all the way from Mordor under the stars! He will arrive!” Khammur’s voice left no room for doubt.

"Alright! Lydalias, listen to Khammur!" The Third Ringwraith, Cernar, slowly stepped out of the shadows, dragging his soul hook.

“I hope you’re right! Otherwise, I will question your command before the Lord!” Cernal sneered at Khammur without any mercy.

"As you wish!" Khamur said coldly.

"Damn it! My target is that damned knightly order! Not to fight the dragon knights to the death!" Lydalias muttered in dissatisfaction, clearly disgusted by the dragon knights' powerful kiting abilities. Kiting was one thing, but the real problem was the pain!
"Those dragon knights will soon come down and fight us fairly!" Khamur chuckled coldly.

"Don't worry about Lydalias, your fear of the dragon knights guerrillating us is impossible! We will attack that fortress directly! Do you think they will abandon that fortress? In the end, they will still have to face us head-on!" Khamur said proudly, unaware of how much trouble his supposedly clever decision would bring them, a decision that Khamur deeply regretted.

"Our Fallen Knights will soon storm in there! Soon this place will be our territory!" Khammur laughed heartily.

"In that case, let's prepare to attack!" Sernar picked up his weapon and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

“Wait a little longer! Let them disperse a bit! Let these orcs make the most of their remaining value!” Khammur said coldly.

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"Die!" The dragon spear, imbued with the power of the wind dragon, descended from the sky, pinning the fifth-tier orc commander, who was trying to escape, to the ground!

The sharp wind-elemental dragon force ruthlessly cut through its body, its soft internal organs being kneaded, crushed, and shredded like toys by the wind-elemental dragon force, and its originally solid body immediately gushed out countless arrows of blood like a sieve!
"Thump!" The mangled corpse fell to the ground. Even without the dragon's intervention, a fifth-tier dragon knight could easily kill a professional of the same tier with a full-force sneak attack.

"Can you escape?" Caslo glanced coldly at the corpse, pulled on the dragon reins, and soared into the sky. These fifth-tier trash were like cutting vegetables and melons to a dragon knight. Orc professionals were already weaker than other professionals of the same rank, let alone facing a dragon knight who was considered the strongest among professionals.

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"Let's go! Let's go!" Khammur waved his hand, and the two Ringwraiths behind him and more than a hundred Fallen Knights immediately followed.

"Tear them apart! Bathe in their blood! Forge our throne with their flesh and bones! Kill!" Khamur roared.