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

"Ahem! Your Majesty, is this alright?" a Lagrange Vanguard Knight asked, looking at Omsk lying beside him.

"What's wrong with that? Are you going to rush over there and die?" Omske said calmly.

Two days ago, Omske led his knights to the rear of the orcs attacking Lulong Fortress. However, the cautious Omske did not choose to charge rashly because he spotted the orcs' hidden 20,000 heavily armored elites! Unlike the cannon fodder used for attrition, these orcs carrying the banners of the Mordor clan were the true orc elite. They could easily replace his own Square Banner Knights (a hundred-man knight order). Omske wasn't stupid enough to trade these trash for his own knights; what a loss!

"Then what do we do?" The knight next to him hadn't finished speaking when his eyes widened again.

"Damn it! Lulong Fortress has fallen!" Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the gate of Lulong Fortress was smashed to pieces and collapsed with a crash.

Oh no! We're doomed!
"Your Majesty, aren't we going to help?" The knight who came to scout with him was almost in tears.

"What's the rush! The three-story Lulong Fortress isn't so easy to breach. The real battle has only just begun!" Omske glanced over calmly. Just as he knew Renault, Renault would definitely not fight the orcs to the death in the outer city of Lulong Fortress. They would definitely retreat to the middle city as the main battlefield. Because when Omske discovered the Hammer of Grond, he realized that the outer city was absolutely indefensible. He didn't believe that Renault couldn't see that.

"Then when should we go..."

"Wait until this elite orc force pushes forward!" Omske chuckled sinisterly.

A well-formed orc army is tough to take down, but wouldn't it be easier to break through your moving forces? Such a massive army is easy to move, but difficult to stop once it wants to!

"..." The knight glanced at the grinning Omske and suddenly realized that even heroes weren't exactly paragons of virtue. Look at him, this guy has no sense of morality, he's shameless...

"Attack while they're crossing the river is the best option. Although there's no river here, it's not far off!" Omske glanced disdainfully at the eager elite orcs.

“Cripple them, and the siege of Lulong Fortress will be lifted. Whether those two Ringwraiths will dare to enter the attack range of the Meteor Tower is another matter!” Omske smiled disdainfully, his contempt for those creatures overflowing in his eyes. Although he couldn’t defeat some Ringwraiths, it didn’t stop him from looking down on those scum who sold their souls.

"..." The knight pursed his lips, suddenly realizing that what you said made a lot of sense and he couldn't refute it.
"Stop looking, let's go back and get ready! It's our turn to go on stage, and I bet those guys are waiting for us with bated breath!" Omske laughed heartily, already able to imagine the expectant looks in his colleagues' eyes.

Whether Renault was hoping for it or not was unclear, but his desire to eliminate Omske had certainly reached its peak. Of course, now there was also someone named Roland, but Roland was too far away to intervene and could only silently pacing around in the corner of Rapids City, drawing circles in his mind. ...

"Finally, we're going to kill those bastards!" In a desolate forest a dozen miles away from Lulong Fortress, the members of the knightly order, who were hiding there, were all eager to fight. A full 100 second-tier Lagrange vanguard knights and 10 first-tier Lagrange trainee vanguard knights were hiding there! (The knights who joined later were first-tier trainee knights.) They were practically rotting away in this place.

"Alright, I know you've all been excited for a while, but hold on a minute, let's pack our gear and go stab the orcs in the ass!" Omsk smiled brightly, but a chill ran down everyone's spine.

Four legs are still quite fast. By the time Omsk returned to the attack position with a group of "old sixes", the orcs, who had been dawdling for several hours, had only traveled less than a mile.

"Their efficiency is truly impressive..."

"Alright, that's already pretty good. It's quite remarkable that the orcs are elite enough!" Omske shook his head. You can't expect to see the orcs being completely disciplined. As for why it took them so long to take action, there's a reason for that.

What Omske didn't know was that the orc lord leading this clan was Bloodhammer Ghostfang, chieftain of the Ghostfang tribe, a burly Tier 6 orc warrior. Possessing considerable intelligence, he naturally didn't want his elite soldiers thrown into the most intense siege warfare. Serving the Demon Lord Sauron was one thing, but there was no need to sacrifice his own strength, right? Driving away those small tribes and wandering orc cannon fodder to deplete human weapons was a good option! After all, the Ringwraiths' only requirement was to capture the fortress; how to capture it wasn't important.

The Ringwraiths naturally wouldn't argue with a sixth-tier orc high lord over a bunch of cannon fodder; after all, what difference does it make which cannon fodder dies?

After suffering only a few casualties among its own people, the self-proclaimed clever Bloodhammer Ghost Fang saw the Lu Long Fortress fall. However, its clever mind quickly realized that street fighting was far more brutal than a siege, so it remained inactive, driving its cannon fodder to occupy the fortress. Now, having received word from the frontline soldiers that the outer perimeter of the fortress had been completely captured! What was it waiting for? Time to claim the credit!

So the clever orc high lord led his elite troops on a leisurely journey, making it no different from a picnic. Not only were they still out of the fortress's attack range, but even if they had entered the fortress, there was no time to deal with them. Right now, the arrow towers in the central city were still pouring firepower down on the orcs clinging to the city walls.

As an aside, the orcs, emboldened by the Hammer of Gromund, were so confident that they actually attempted to charge straight down the central city?! Even Reno was dumbfounded…

After receiving a slap in the face, the orc was horrified to find himself in what seemed like an incredible "paradise of pleasure." There were frequent pitfalls, walls that seemed to spew spears, flip-up manhole covers, smooth rolling stones falling from the sky, wooden "brooms" sweeping from left to right, and conveniently placed dragon-slaying gates... Most importantly, the human guards, separated by a 50-100 meter drop, were kindly providing them with an endless supply of arrows. Aside from being a little too forceful, they were practically flawless. If they were lucky, they could even hum for a while; if not, they'd just collapse and sleep—a place primarily for the young and energetic!
Meanwhile, the orc army, still dawdling along, leisurely strolled around. The two Ringwraiths traveling with the army were also happy to have some free time. The three Tier 6 were gazing excitedly at the fortress engulfed in flames and smoke, feeling as if its fall was imminent.

Little did they know that a group of "old sixes" were quietly approaching from behind. Omsk just wanted to ask, little brother, are you sweating buckets? The iron fist of imperial justice has returned!
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