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

“This tank force is not easy to deal with…” Roland looked helplessly at the tank force that had been left far behind.

“Our battle spirit is depleted! It will take at least several hours to recover! Moreover, the state of glory cannot be maintained for that long, as it will cause cumulative hidden injuries to the warhorses and knights! We can only charge twice more at most before we have to retreat! The centaurs can only charge with us once more at most, as their life-sharing restrictions are even greater!” A knight captain came to Roland’s side and said with some concern.

Roland frowned. Two attempts were definitely not enough to destroy the enemy's complete chariot formation. The only way to take down this group of chariot warriors was to peel away their sturdy outer shell layer by layer, like peeling an onion. Once the heavy crossbows inside were knocked off, the remaining enemy dragon riders would be easy prey. Unfortunately, their current abilities were not enough to peel away the chariot warriors' outer shell and break their core.

"Can't you take them down?" Verway, who was hiding among the knights, came closer.

"My people are exhausted! Your Highness, please forgive us! We have no choice but to fight another battle!" Baldr's face was pale. The centaurs, because of their tall stature, were targeted by the chariot warriors. Spiral cone-shaped arrows bombarded their protective battle aura. Compared to the knights' battle aura, which was flickering, the centaurs' protective battle aura was now flickering and could be extinguished at any moment.

"Let's rest!" Roland stopped his warhorse, and the Shire horse beneath him shook its head in displeasure, sprinkling drops of sweat onto its back.

"Hoo..." Everyone lifted their helmets or visors to greedily breathe in the cool air. A cool breeze was blowing across the wasteland at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.

"Your Highness!" The four knights who had left earlier joined Roland with the execution wagon carrying Naluye.

"Nothing went wrong, right?" Roland asked with some doubt, looking at Naluye stuck in the wooden stake. After all, Naluye's fair body was covered in dust, which made Roland think that the chariot soldiers had attacked the escort team.

"No! It's just a bit too dusty!" The knights laughed awkwardly.

"Ugh..." Naluye, kneeling on the chariot, curled up slightly and let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Why keep her with you? If you wanted to provoke those barbarians, you've already succeeded, Roland. Give her a quick death." Verway looked at Roland, who was walking towards Naluye, with some confusion. Roland's behavior seemed excessive to him. Now that he had achieved his goal, there was no need to torture this female prisoner any longer. Although she might be guilty, she had already paid the price.

"Kill her? How will we keep those tankers hanging behind us if we kill her?" Roland smiled; he wanted to devour the tankers' fighting force.

"You're fishing... Be careful of a backlash!" Verway frowned. He understood Roland's thoughts. Indeed, Naluye couldn't be killed yet. Whether they chose to retreat or choose to attack the Kingdom of Lagrange in a desperate attack, neither was acceptable to Roland.

"Gulp~" A blood bubble appeared on Naluye's lips. She rolled her eyes helplessly as she listened to Roland's words, then shifted her legs to make herself more comfortable kneeling.

The bumpy ride had almost killed her on the road, and her internal organs were still cramping! It was really cramping! Blood trickled down her lips and onto the wooden stake.

"Waaah..." Naluye couldn't help but open her eyes and stare at Roland with pleading eyes as Roland walked to her side. All she wanted now was to die.

"Holy Light!" Roland raised his hand, and the warm holy light healed the wounds inside Naluye's body, but it could not heal Naluye's cold heart.

Naluye glanced at Roland, then resignedly closed her eyes, gently pressing her hips down onto the chariot's wooden planks like a duck. The sudden movement caused the wooden stakes to chaf her internal organs again, and blood gushed from both sides. "Holy Light... don't even think about taking your own life. With me here, you're practically guaranteed to survive!" Roland glanced at Naluye; anyone who thought he'd bleed to death was underestimating his holy battle aura. After all, he was practically a half-priest.

“…” Naluye did not speak, but her body trembled slightly.

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"Chase them! Rescue my daughter!" Darky's eyes were bloodshot, and in his rage, he wanted nothing more than to tear those Western humans apart.

"My lord, please calm down!" Lanso and the surrounding followers quickly urged.

"Catch up with them! Their glorious state can't last long! We can't let them recover!" Darky was unusually calm at this moment. He knew the terrifying coordination of the human knights. If those human knights were allowed to come and go as they pleased, their force wouldn't last long!

“We still have five hundred Tier 2 warriors! And more than forty berserkers! Catch them! Bring back my daughter!” Darky waved his hand and stopped talking.

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Soon, Roland, who was resting, was forced to fight the Chariot People who had caught up with him. After the Chariot People left behind nearly two hundred corpses, Roland, along with the knights and centaurs whose battle energy was mostly depleted, quickly disappeared from Darky's sight.

"Chase after them!" Darky ordered through gritted teeth.

At this moment, Roland was already complaining bitterly. The effect of killing nearly seven hundred chariot tribesmen was that the speed of Darky's troops had increased even more. With replacement horses, the speed and endurance of the chariot tribesmen had greatly increased compared to before.

"My God..." Roland gasped for breath, quickly counted the number of people, and breathed a sigh of relief after finding that no one had fallen behind. In this situation, falling behind was equivalent to being killed in action!

Just now, those damned Eastern barbarians actually shot them with magic armor-piercing heavy arrows meant for shooting dragons. Roland clearly felt the terrifying speed at which battle aura was drawn from them under the Glory Link state. Most importantly, that attack forced the Knights out of Glory state... Fortunately, no one perished.

"Holy Light!" Roland found the four people who had left with Naluye beforehand, and after confirming that nothing was wrong, he cast a Holy Light spell on Naluye to heal her.

“…Crack!” Naluye bit down hard on the wooden stake stuck in her mouth, her bloodshot eyes coldly staring at Roland. This damned human king had once again kept her alive, which meant she would have to endure even longer torture.

"Kill...me...please...give me...a...quit...please." Naluye pleaded with Roland intermittently, enduring the gagging sensation in her throat.

"You can't die now!" Roland looked at Naluye, who was covered in cold sweat from the excruciating pain, and was slightly taken aback, but still refused.