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

"Wow~"

Startled by the tragedy behind them, the siege troops stared in astonishment at the elite orcs being slaughtered at will by human knights! The once high and mighty elites were now being chased and hacked to pieces like dogs, with no hope of even turning back to fight back…

"Run!"

"Run for your lives!"

The panicked cries of the orcs were mixed with the ill-intentioned voices of the Lulong Fortress garrison. Taking advantage of the background noise, the soldiers shouted rhythmically on the high walls, and the orcs, unable to distinguish the sounds, scattered and began to run wildly. Soon, the orcs rushed out of Lulong Fortress like mercury spilling onto the ground, as if some flood or ferocious beast was chasing them.

"Your Majesty, we should go!" The knight who was close to Omske sensed the remaining battle energy in his body and looked at the fleeing orc army that was surging out wildly.

"We can make two more runs!" Omske thought, trying to get a kill.

"If we're sandwiched between them, none of us will be able to escape!" The knight wanted to facepalm and complain.

“…Hmm…retreat!” Omske pondered for a moment before making a decisive decision. After all, while mowing the grass was satisfying, he couldn't afford to lose all his knights here. Of course, the great hero of light and shadow didn't know that the kingdom's only heavy cavalry unit had recently been disbanded as a whole. His knightly order was practically the only organized cavalry unit left in all of Lagrange.

"Let's go! We'll enter the city first!" Omske looked at Lulong Fortress and finally decided to enter the city first to rest.

……

"Damn it! You actually know how to come back!" Renault slammed his fist into Omske's breastplate.

"Hehehe! Don't get excited! Take a deep breath and calm down!" Omske quickly reached out and pushed Renault away as he lunged at him with bared teeth and claws.

"Where the hell have you been?" Renault asked through gritted teeth after regaining his footing.

“I went to patrol along the swift river, only to find that the orcs had bypassed us beforehand. If we hadn’t discovered the tracks of their large army, we would still be drifting in the wasteland!” Omsk shook his head helplessly.

"Come, come, look!" Renault pulled Omske and pointed to the south gate of Lulong Fortress, which had been smashed and was now wide open.

"Uh, that's terrible... It's a pity about Grond's Hammer. We can't destroy it quickly or take it with us..." Omsk looked at Grond's Hammer being dragged away by a group of orcs with some regret.

"..." Renault's eyelids twitched wildly. The door was almost kicked open, and you still have time to care about the spoils of war captured from the enemy?

"Oh right! You need to get back to Swiftstream City quickly!" Renault suddenly remembered something, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Omske and dragged him down.

"What's wrong? Hey, hey, hey! Talk to me, don't hit me! Where are you grabbing?" Omske asked, looking at Renault, whose face had suddenly turned ashen, while protecting himself with his hands.

"Swiftstream City has been attacked by tens of thousands of orcs led by Uvasa, and they are still locked in a stalemate! They need you to break the deadlock! Hurry! His Highness is waiting for you! No one needs you more than they do!" Renault said anxiously. According to the last message from the Griffin Knights, Swiftstream City and the orcs under Uvasa's command have started a tacit war, and the two sides are locked in a stalemate in Swiftstream City. They are just missing a key force to break the deadlock.

"..." Omske blinked, his mind going completely blank for a moment. Now, only two words filled his head—the capital city...

"Wait a minute? Uvasa? Uvasa is confronting His Highness in Swiftstream City? Then who was that sixth guy at the gate just now?" Omske suddenly realized that when he was leading the knights to mow the grass, there was a sixth guy who kept using spatial blades to deplete their battle energy.

“I don’t know, but Your Highness cannot be allowed to fail! You must set off as soon as possible!” Renault frowned.

“Then Lulong…” Omsk hesitated.

“As long as one garrisonman of Lulong survives, the fortress will not fall! We need you more than this city of Swiftstream!” Renault said firmly. “Alright! I’ll go gather the knights. Take care!” Omske nodded to the garrison commanders of Lulong Fortress.

"Knights! Assemble! We must rush to the aid of Swiftstream City. A group of scum has sneaked into our home. Now I demand that you come with me to slaughter those uninvited beasts!" Omske slung his lance over his shoulder, preparing to lead the knights out of the fortress through the north gate.

"Ang~"

A massive shadow broke through the clouds, and a colossal beast, its wings outstretched and swooping down to block out the sunlight, its blue scales gleaming!

"No need!" Before Kaldor could even land properly, Caslo flipped off the dragon's back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness Omske! His Highness must be very pleased that you are still alive!" Caslo said in his usual sarcastic tone.

“…Hehe!” Omske chuckled dryly. Indeed, he was really in deep trouble this time. The striker had successfully bypassed all the enemies, which was no longer luck, but a real-life magical realism!

“Well…” Omsk began, just about to ask something.

"Thanks to Yunfeng and Lord Fanwei. If it weren't for them, Uvasa would have taken Jiliu City long ago. The White Wing King sent troops to help us annihilate this attacking force. But Uvasa ran away. How come he's here?" Caslo twisted his neck.

“Look! It’s hidden there!” Omsk gestured towards the orcs who had regrouped in the distance.

“Very well, His Highness has ordered that killing him will make him a marquis! A real title!” Caslo said calmly.

"Huh?" Omske, Renault, and the others exclaimed in surprise, clearly not understanding why this thing's head was so valuable. After all, it directly jumped to the level of high-ranking nobles. Everyone secretly wondered if this thing would... cough cough!
“Nothing major was done, except that more than 3,000 armed militiamen and civilians in Jiliu City were killed or wounded, and the heavy cavalry hundred-man squad was wiped out as a whole!” Caslo’s voice was calm, but the chill in it was bone-chilling.

"Wait! Don't be impulsive! There are four Tier 6 beings over there!" Omske quickly grabbed Caslo, fearing that this guy might charge in on a dragon at any moment.

"..." Caslo's body, which was leaning forward slightly, straightened up instantly. Dragon Knights can be reckless, but they can't be brain-dead!
"Four? Where did they come from?" Caslo's face was very ugly. After all, each Ringwraith was assigned a specific spot, and all the Ringwraiths in Dolgoth in the Mirkwood were still there, playing a match-3 game with his little girlfriend and the Star Elves.

“One sixth-tier orc warrior, and the rest are the seventh, eighth, and ninth Ringwraiths!” Omsk pondered for a moment and roughly figured out the composition of the opposing orcs.

"That's good. Since it's not the Witch King of Angmar who's coming in person, we still have a chance to fight!" Caslo nodded.

“Nonsense, I just led the Knights to charge at them several times, and they were so cowardly they didn’t even have the courage to face me directly…” Omske’s voice trailed off as Caslo stared at him with a strange look.

"No... the Ringwraiths participated in the final battle of the Alliance. I'm thinking there aren't many brain-dead people who would directly face a charge led by a hero, right?" Caslo's lips twitched. A single Ringwraith from a single banner knightly order would dare to obstruct, and a single hero from a Ringwraith would also dare to attack. The problem is, only a brain-dead Ringwraith would dare to go head-to-head with you if the two of them were combined!

"Who says otherwise? Those guys run faster than rabbits when they see me coming, all they do is rely on orcs to hide!" Omske sneered at the Ringwraiths, "They have no chivalry whatsoever, huh!"
"Alright, let's figure out how to kill them!" Caslo shook his head. Without the Black Knights following them, the Ringwraiths would definitely not face off against the heroes of the Commanding Knights. A war of attrition was inevitable. Otherwise, if they were caught by the heroes, it wouldn't just be a matter of getting a beating. Against some high-burst heroes, they could really kill a level 6 hero of the same level instantly!

"They've all gathered together again!" Renault thought with a headache.

"Useless! A breath of dragon's breath..." Caslo gave a disdainful sneer. Wouldn't it be perfect to wipe them all out in one fell swoop?
“They have black arrows,” Lafitte Anthony said weakly.

“…Sorry to bother you.” Caslo’s expression froze for a moment before he decisively shut his mouth.

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