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

"Kill!" Dain roared.

Like Thorin, Dain also ran into trouble. The massive orc army of Dolgoth quickly caught up with the Iron Hills army, but the dwarven army, with its powerful fighting strength, quickly turned the overconfident orcs into mutes. However, they were still tied up by the orcs and could not break free for a long time.

"The enemy has been repelled! Don't linger! Retreat! Head up the mountain!" Dain grabbed a dwarf soldier, lifted him up, and threw him onto the mountain.

"Let's go! Up the mountain! Their troll catapults can't be deployed on the mountain!" Dain said calmly. The biggest threat to the orcs was their heavy crossbows and catapults, but the complex terrain of the Misty Mountains didn't allow the orcs to use their heavy crossbows. The troll catapults also couldn't be used with a line of sight, and the scattered stones could be easily avoided or blocked by them.

"Watch out for rocks! Head up the mountain! Get to where we can make our move!" Dain shouted at the orcs that swarmed like a black flood. No matter how strong the dwarves were, they couldn't stop this number of orcs. Besides, open field battles were not very friendly to the dwarves. Mountain warfare and tunnel warfare were the dwarves' home ground.

"Swoosh!" Dain, leading a dozen or so dwarven warriors, was holding off the orc pursuers. As Dain swung his heavy hammer, an orc flew backward, spitting blood.

"Retreat!" Dain released his battle aura, which directly created a resistance aura that sent the orcs who tried to get close flying.

"Don't get caught up in the fight!" Dain stopped the soldiers who were trying to turn back and fight again, as the soldiers who were blinded by rage were very likely to be killed in the enemy lines.

Soon, Dain and his group ran so fast that the orcs couldn't even see their taillights. However, the orc lords of Dolgodor were clearly stubborn. What? Dwarves are invincible in mountain warfare? You're kidding! Orcs also grew up in the forest! If we can't defeat your dwarf soldiers in single combat, then we'll gang up on them! The mountains can't utilize siege weapons effectively, but by the same token, the dwarf's ironclad lines can't unleash their full power either.

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"Your Highness, they've caught up with us!" A sentry suddenly ran over to report the situation.

"Tsk! That's slow enough!" Dain cracked his neck, his bones making a popping sound.

"Get ready to give them a good beating!" Dain's eyes were full of mockery, and if you looked closely, you could see the madness hidden in his eyes!
"Ready!" Dain raised his warhammer.

When a large group of orcs came chasing after them, they saw rows of dwarves standing against the mountain. The orcs, who were rushing forward, suddenly came to a screeching halt, and some who couldn't stop in time were even knocked away by those behind them.

A group of orcs stared blankly at the rows of steel walls that appeared before them, completely bewildered. After all, without a lord to lead them, their limited intelligence left them clueless about what to do next. However, driven by their instinct to avoid danger, no one with a brain of sense would dare to touch these steel hedgehogs.

"You swine! Why don't you attack?" The orc lord grabbed a soldier who was too afraid to move forward, spitting his foul saliva all over their face.

"Attack! You swine!" The orc lords spurred their soldiers on, and even sent out their personal guards to supervise the battle. Those burly guards, equipped with heavy armor, showed no mercy. They used the backs of their swords and whips to drive the soldiers forward, and any soldier who hesitated was slapped to the ground with the back of their sword.

"It seems these orcs haven't learned their lesson!" Dain shook his head, his face cold as he looked at the dark mass of orcs approaching. "They've forgotten the terror of the dwarven army, they've forgotten that we are the masters of the mountains. Pass on my order: attack as soon as you enter the attack range!" A cruel glint flashed in Dain's eyes.

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"Kill!" As the orcs stumbled into the dwarves' shield wall, before they could even raise their weapons to attack, a sudden burst of battle aura flames instantly filled their vision...

“Iron Wall…” A trace of longing flashed in Dain’s eyes. How long has it been…? The dwarves’ Iron Wall hasn’t bloomed in Middle-earth? Dain stared at the massive shields of battle aura that suddenly rose several meters high, and then watched them slam down with tremendous force, leaving only the orcs’ dying howls and the sound of flesh and bone shattering.

"How will you deal with this Iron Wall attack?" Dain's beard twitched with delight. This special terrain was perfect for maximizing the effect of the dwarf's Iron Wall skill. Iron Wall, which is originally a defensive skill, unleashed a kill-inducing ability comparable to an offensive skill on this steep mountain!

"Roar!" The orc lords roared in anger. They were helpless as they watched their orc soldiers being swatted like flies and fell into despair. The environment did not even allow the soldiers to retreat. They could only watch helplessly as their army was thrown into this horrifying grinder of flesh!

As the battle aura of the first row of dwarf warriors was about to run out and the iron wall began to crumble, the second row of dwarf warriors silently stepped forward and stood in front of the first row.

"Buzz!" As the various dazzling battle flames rose, the orcs' hearts sank to the bottom... Everyone knew—it was over!
"Boom!" Iron walls crashed down under the control of the dwarf warriors, and the orcs clutched their heads and let out a defeated howl.

"Aow!" A series of shrill howls echoed through the mountains... The desperate orcs launched a desperate charge against the dwarves, while the orc lords and officers behind them gritted their teeth and joined this high-stakes gamble... betting on the dwarves' potential!

"Hold on! Hold on! The demons are attacking us! Children! For Turin! For our homeland! For the kingdom! For the dwarves!" Dain was sweating profusely with anxiety, and could only shout to encourage his soldiers as he joined the battle. He knew that the collapse of the defenses was only a matter of time... As the iron walls rose and slammed down, the dwarves' strength dwindled. When their fighting spirit was exhausted, they would be plunged into the most arduous melee combat. Dain looked apologetically at his people and painfully began to hack and slash at the orcs. He was turning his anger into fighting power!

"Iron Hills! Never surrender!" Dain roared, his voice so powerful that it momentarily halted the orcs' attack, but the orcs quickly retaliated with even greater speed...

"Huff, huff, huff~" The dwarves were panting heavily. This elite dwarven force had clearly reached its limit; all the professionals' battle energy was depleted. At this moment, the ordinary dwarves resolutely stepped forward to block the professional warriors. Compared to the professionals, they hadn't expended any energy earlier; now it was their turn to protect their comrades...

"Your Highness! Lead the soldiers and leave! We ordinary soldiers will cover the rear!" said a centurion commanding the ordinary soldiers.

"You bastard! Did an orc eat your head?" Dain roared angrily.

"Now only we have the strength to help everyone cover the retreat!" Another centurion walked over and said firmly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Dain rejected the idea without hesitation.