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

Chapter 372 Rage

At this moment, Lanso's heart was ice-cold. He knew what would happen next. The commander of ten thousand would not let this Western lord go, even if it meant mutual destruction!
His own commander's daughter had been stabbed to death... Lanso looked up at the sky; it was another day of bloodshed.

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"What's going on?" Commander Dak Ivan asked, looking at the pale body kneeling on the chariot in the distance. He could vaguely make out that it was a woman, but he couldn't see her face clearly!

"Ha! Self-proclaimed noble barbarians! Hasn't the Western world always been boasting about its own nobility? How could it use such barbaric punishments!" Darky spat disdainfully, deeply disgusted by the hypocrisy of those Westerners.

"My lord! How can those scum compare to us? Under Lord Soren's protection and your leadership, we have no fear of those hypocritical Westerners!" The person next to him quickly began to flatter him.

"Well said! If it weren't for the fact that they have a dragon knight, I would have wiped them out! I would have shown them the might of our chariot people!" Dakai excitedly brandished his halberd. If it weren't for the dragon knight who made him somewhat wary, he wouldn't mind impaling the heads of those cavalrymen in front of him on his spear. After all, the four thousand soldiers gave him unparalleled courage, and nearly five hundred of them were his most trusted blades.

"My lord! My lord! Something terrible has happened!" Lanso cried out as he rushed over and knelt at Darky's feet.

"Stop howling! What is it! I'm not dead yet! Get up! Talk properly!" Darky got off the chariot and kicked Lanso, who was lying at his feet crying.

"Miss...Miss..." Lanso cried, pointing ahead.

"What's wrong, Miss? Didn't you want to go play at the Forward's..." As she spoke, Darkie suddenly choked, then stared dumbfounded at the fair and delicate body stuck in the wooden stake in the distance.

Dakyi trembled all over. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. He pointed with trembling fingers at Naluye, who was stuck in a wooden stake in the distance. Suddenly, his eyes turned red and he grabbed Lanso.

"Where is Vanguard? Miss must be safe and sound! My daughter must have fought her way into their territory with Vanguard!" Darkie roared madly, gripping Lanso's neck.

“Miss…Miss was…” Lanso pointed to the trembling body on the wooden stake, tears streaming down his face.

"Ah!" After kicking Lanso more than ten meters away, Dakoi suddenly grabbed a halberd and charged towards Roland and his group on foot.

The guards around him quickly joined forces to pin him to the ground. Dakai struggled to strike the ground with his only free hand, stretching out his arm to reach into the distance.

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"Tsk! You got stopped! What a pity... If you had just rushed over, I could have easily sent your family to reunite." Roland clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Waaah..." Naluye on the wooden stake twisted her delicate body angrily, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, whether from shame and anger or pain, no one knew.

"Caslo! Ajax! Prepare!" Roland said solemnly, looking at the chariot army that was beginning to stir.

"Right! Can the forbidden spell still be used?" Roland narrowed his eyes, his killing intent spreading wildly. "...Dream on! That's a dragon releasing a forbidden spell in the Dragon Language! Not a prolific sow!" Caslo was completely taken aback by Roland's words. Could two young dragons just use forbidden spells so casually? The last time, that unexpected powerful forbidden spell was something the two dragons had been brewing for a long time, only to be born by chance.

"Your Highness...would you like to guess why forbidden spellcasters and sages are called strategic forces?" Ajax also glanced at Roland with dissatisfaction. This was going to drain the two dragons dry!
"Cough cough... Sorry! Sorry!" Roland quickly apologized in a humble voice. He had forgotten that this was the real world, where forbidden dragon spells were not data that could be released with a click of the mouse.

“Their air defenses are strong! Their battle formations are very organized. If you have already decided to fight them, I hope you will pay attention to the position of your troops and not penetrate too deeply! Glory and destiny are never invincible!” Caslo said with a worried look at the tank army.

"..." Roland almost coughed up blood. Did he even need to ask whether or not to fight? He'd just impaled the daughter of a centurion on a stake! Her father had almost come to fight him single-handedly, and he was completely oblivious!

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"Kill them! Kill them all! These bastards! Beasts! I want them to suffer a terrible death! A terrible death! A terrible death! Kill! Kill! Kill them all!" Darky's eyes were filled with madness and bloodlust.

“Go! Bring them back! I will skin all their men alive! The murderers and women will be impaled on stakes! I will crush their city! Go! Kill them!” Dakyi roared inhumanly, a tear of blood streaming from his eye.

"Charge! Charge! Whoever saves my daughter will be able to marry her! A thousand-man commander! A thousand sheep! A hundred horses! Whoever kills one person will be rewarded with a sheep! Ten jars of wine!" Daki roared.

Wow! The entire army of tankers was shocked by Dakoi's extravagant gesture. He had spared no expense in his quest for revenge and to rescue his daughter.

"Tsk! What a generous offer! Rich man!" Roland vaguely heard Darkie's reward and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Two men, take that girl to a safe place! I can't let them steal my spoils!" Roland grinned menacingly, a smile that, in Naluye's eyes, was no less sinister than a demon's. The bright light in her eyes dimmed, and her body began to ache.

In Middle-earth, a world with low to medium magic, such a fatal injury can be saved as long as it is not immediately fatal. In fact, powerful priests can even resurrect the dead. Therefore, Roland had Naruye taken far away to prevent those chariot people from rescuing her.

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"Kill!" Darky went berserk the moment he saw his daughter's execution chariot disappear over the hill ahead. He brandished his halberd and tried to charge forward, but thankfully the people beside him pulled him back again.

"My lord! Please take care! If something happens to you, who will save Miss? Please calm down!" Lanso hurriedly grabbed Darky's leg and pleaded with him desperately.

"Get out! You bastards! Kill! Let me kill them! The whole army, kill them!" Dakyi kicked Lanso, who was clinging to his leg, to the ground and personally waved the command flag—the whole army charged forward.

"They're here! Prepare for battle!" Badr raised his centaur's hand proudly, looking at his people.

"Fight! For the glory of Lagrange!" Roland also raised his lance, his eyes filled with fanatical fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)