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

Chapter 330 The Power of Collapse
"Damn it!" Omske's pupils shrank as a terrifying elemental shockwave swept in from behind!

"Pfft~" A fierce shockwave swept across, and the Abyss Warhorse beneath him collapsed to the ground with its hooves buckling.

"Ah!" Omske was swept away by the shockwave and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood in frustration.

"Damn it... a forbidden spell... how could they do that?" Omske got up in frustration. Because he had activated his battle aura to protect himself, he was not seriously injured except for that fierce impact. Moreover, the Abyss Warhorse was a high-level magical beast and would not suffer any damage at the edge of the forbidden spell. At most, it would just be covered in dust.

……

"Boom!" Kaldor's heavy body landed, and Caslo quickly jumped down.

"Your Majesty Omsk, are you... alright?" Kaslow asked weakly. At this moment, Omsk was sitting on a rock that had been exposed due to the activation of the Great Forbidden Spell, quietly gazing south.

"It's alright...cough cough! You guys are great! A forbidden spell! What a grand gesture!" Omske sighed, his eyes filled with profound thoughts. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might already be with those orcs.

"A forbidden spell can hurt you?" Caslo sat down and looked at Omske, whose face was somewhat pale, with disbelief.

"Not only can it hurt me, it can also kill me!" Omske said irritably. If he had stayed where he started, he might have been directly annihilated by the forbidden spell! After all, this was the most terrifying spatial forbidden spell!

"Flame Blowing Space! Excellent! The Great Forbidden Spell preceding the Divine Forbidden Spell Yama Space is indeed worthy of its reputation!" Omske slowly shook his head. He clearly felt the destructive power permeating the surroundings. Even a sixth-tier professional could not withstand this power from the laws of nature.

“It’s over!” Omsk stood up and stretched.

“Yes! It’s over…” Caslo murmured, gazing at the shattered earth in the distance. For the next few decades, if no powerful beings intervened, the wind and fire elemental forces on this place would continue to thrive for decades, and the hidden destructive power within it would exude a terrifying killing intent, threatening any living beings that passed by.

"A complete wasteland..." Caslo was deeply shocked. Compared to the forbidden spell Dragon Starfall he had witnessed before, it was nothing. That thing at most created an artificial lake, while the great forbidden spell he and Ajax combined had rendered this area barren for hundreds of miles around for decades...

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"Tsk tsk tsk! Some of those orc lords escaped!" Ajax said regretfully.

"How many ran away?" Caslo frowned.

“None of those fifth-tier orcs stayed behind…” Ajax said, wringing her hands pitifully.

"Never mind..." Omsk shook his head, indicating that he didn't care. Anyway, he didn't intend to keep all those high-end orc combatants. Moreover, the large amount of energy consumed by releasing forbidden spells made the dragon riders not dare to pursue recklessly. So Omsk didn't have much regret about it.

"Phew... that power was terrifying!" Ajax stared in lingering fear at the horrific attack unleashed by her own son.

"...How could the power of a Great Forbidden Spell not be terrifying?" Omske glanced helplessly at Ajax, after all, even a sixth-order sage could only cast a Great Forbidden Spell once.

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In the autumn of the Third Age 2942 in Middle-earth, the iron cavalry of the Kingdom of Lagrang clashed with the orc tribes of the southern northern wastelands at the Pan-Asian Basin. The Kingdom of Lagrang emerged victorious; aside from a few high-ranking orcs who fled, only the entire Bardstone tribe escaped unscathed! The outcome of this battle became known to the world in the future, and was subsequently sung by countless bards throughout every corner of Middle-earth—"Five hundred iron cavalrymen marched across the river, thirty thousand orcs returned trembling in fear. The dragon's roar shook the wastelands for miles, the orcs of the north still tremble in their dreams!"

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"Kong kong kong!" The dull sound of horses' hooves echoed across the wasteland.

Smiles beamed on everyone's faces. Omske led the way, cheerfully heading south. After this battle, the Northern Orcs wouldn't dare invade south for at least thirty years! The basin, brimming with flames and storms and containing immense destructive power, clearly reminded them of the consequences of such actions. Omske had truly wiped them out. (Although they didn't reach the Orcs' homeland, their young and strong fighting force was almost completely annihilated.)

"My God! Is that really something that can be done by human beings?" Baron Bader murmured, looking at the basin behind him that still glowed half the sky red. He stared in disbelief at the most terrifying destructive power that human beings could cause in the world.

"Of course not! They need the power of dragons... but a sixth-order sage can..." Ravian sighed and said with emotion. They could also say that they had no regrets in this life. After all, how many people in a lifetime can witness the release of a forbidden spell? Those orcs were even more fortunate. After all, how many people in a lifetime of military service could die at the hands of a forbidden spell?

Besides, no sage would be so bored as to use a powerful forbidden spell on ordinary soldiers. Those spells are reserved for high-level professionals; ordinary soldiers wouldn't deserve such an honor, unless they get caught in the crossfire…

……

"Your Highness!" Caslo said, rubbing his slightly disheveled hair.

“Caslo’s back? How is he? Where are Ajax and Omsk? Where are the others?” Roland jumped up and grabbed Caslo tightly.

"Um... Calm down, Your Highness, we won... Although the process was a bit tortuous, that's not important! What's important is that we won, and the orc tribes in the southern part of the Northern Wasteland were almost completely wiped out!" Caslo scratched his head.

"What have you done?" Roland suddenly had a bad feeling. Could they have set the Northern Territory on fire?

"Um... there was a slight mishap with the forbidden spell I created with Ajax. We accidentally fused together and it became a major forbidden spell..." Caslo said somewhat awkwardly.

"..." Roland instantly understood—a forbidden spell! One powerful forbidden spell and the entire Swiftstream City would be wiped out...

"What about casualties?" Roland asked somewhat silently. He was prepared for some losses, after all, five hundred against thirty thousand was bound to result in some casualties.

“There should be zero casualties, no, one soldier sustained a minor injury!” Caslo thought for a moment.

"Impressive!" Roland's admiration for Omsk reached its peak instantly. If he were to command and achieve the same goal, he would probably lose half of his men. The only ones who could escape unscathed would probably be the centaurs and the knights.

"Where are they? Where are they now?" Roland looked around and only saw Caslo, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Ajax is tired and has gone to rest. I’ll give a report by myself. The others are still climbing the mountain!” Caslo’s lips twitched as he couldn’t help but think of the traitorous cavalrymen who were still struggling to cross the gray mountain range.

(End of this chapter)