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

Chapter 57 Battle of Lagrange Plains (2)
"what!"

"Ow!"

"Baka!" The sound of bones breaking rang out.

The knights arrived in an instant, their sharp steel lances clashing against the orcs. The ear-piercing scraping sound, the pitiful howls, and the teeth-grinding cracking of bones all spoke of the brutality of war…

"Stop them!" Having just escaped the tornado, O'Neill was no longer as radiant as before. His heavy armor was riddled with holes from the wind blades, and blood was seeping from the wounds. Although he looked miserable, he was actually not seriously injured; they were mostly superficial wounds.

"Break through them!" Roland shouted as he rode his horse.

The heavy iron hooves mercilessly trampled the ragged orcs, as smoothly as a hot knife through butter. The huddled orcs did nothing to slow the knights' charge; the deafening sound of hooves drowned out the orcs' clamor. Orcs were constantly being pierced by lances and trampled off their horses, but the orc army continued to surround them relentlessly.

"Don't get surrounded! We can't lose speed!" Renault roared as he swung his lance, sweeping through the orcs.

"Let's flank out from the side!" Roland turned his horse and charged towards the side.

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"The orcs are coming! All hands, prepare!" Verway calmly watched the approaching orc army and waved to signal all soldiers capable of ranged attacks to prepare.

"Release the arrows!" With a wave of his hand, Verway unleashed a rain of arrows from the sky. Hundreds of fine steel arrows rained down, and the orc vanguard was instantly felled.

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"My lord! The orcs have gone to attack the infantry!" Renault turned around and saw that the orcs had decisively abandoned the highly mobile knightly order and turned to surround the infantry.

"Where's Caslo?" Roland looked up and found that the dragon had disappeared from the sky.

"My lord! We must disrupt the orcs' offensive! Our infantry won't hold out for long!" Renault urged.

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"Kardo! Hang in there!" Caslo had already moved away from the battlefield and was preparing to pull out the armor-piercing arrow that had pierced Kardo's abdomen.

"Hey! Buddy! You're lucky!" Caslo chuckled, pulling the arrow out with a swift motion, a spray of dragon blood splattering out as the arrow was pulled out.

"Damn it! An enchanted armor-piercing arrow!" After carefully examining the arrow in his hand, Caslo casually broke the steel arrow in half.

Because of the dragon's powerful physique, this minor injury healed quickly. After sprinkling medicinal powder on the wound, Caslo remounted on the dragon saddle, and with a flap of its wings, the dragon returned to the sky.

"Caslo is back!" Renault saw the dragon flying in from afar.

"Swoosh~" The orcs who were about to approach the infantry were instantly knocked down by the wind blades.

"Charge back! For our brothers!" Roland gritted his teeth and shouted as he looked at the flickering battle aura flames on the knights' bodies. The previous charge had successfully killed hundreds of orcs, and facing the orcs' frenzied attacks, everyone's battle aura was also being consumed at an alarming rate.

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"Hold on!" Verway saw the orcs getting closer and closer, even as they passed through the rain of arrows, and his palms began to sweat. He could only hope that the outer shield wall could successfully withstand the orcs' charge.

"Heavy swords have no edge!" The Dovenian heavy swordsmen roared in unison as they activated their skills, and bright battle flames formed thick pillars of battle flames nearly five meters long on the longswords in their hands.

"Thump!" Through the gaps in the shields, the massive pillar of battle aura was slammed down by the Dovenian heavy swordsmen as they swung their right arms.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A sickening sound of bones shattering rang out as the orcs swept away by the Dovenian Heavy Swordsmen's skills instantly died on the spot. The greatsword, without an edge, granted the Dovenian Heavy Swordsmen powerful area-of-effect attacks; the originally sharp longswords transformed into pillars of battle aura infused with elemental burning, making them even more effective at penetrating armor and inflicting internal injuries. "Charge!" Seeing the surging orcs engulf the various grotesque corpses on the ground, the Dovenian Heavy Swordsmen raised their shields, battle aura condensing into mysterious patterns on the shields. The next second, the Dovenian Heavy Swordsmen took a step forward, pushing the massive steel shields outward.

"Brutal!" Verway stared in horror at the orc being smashed to pieces—yes, literally smashed to pieces!
"Fire! Don't stop your attack!" Vervier shouted, holding a Manicati, as he rallied the soldiers in the crowd.

Compared to the Dovenian heavy swordsmen's composed defense, the 400 light infantrymen stationed on the flanks were having a harder time.

They desperately held onto the wooden tower shields to withstand the orcs' relentless assault. Their formation was repeatedly distorted by the orcs' attacks, but through sheer willpower, they repeatedly regrouped and restored their shield wall to its former glory. The immense pressure they faced was evident through the dented and deformed surface of the tower shields.

"Kill!" Two rows of spears emerged from the gaps in the shields, their sharp tips piercing the orcs' leather armor and muscles. With each spinning spear, one orc after another fell to the ground.

"For the glory of knights!" The knights of the Holy Light Knights once again charged into the battlefield. Under Renault's command, they skillfully maneuvered around the flanks of the orcs, occasionally taking a bite out of their flanks, and then lingering not far from the orc army.

"We still have too few soldiers..." Roland sighed helplessly as he looked at the infantrymen who were surrounded. Their fighting spirit was almost gone, and they could no longer recklessly charge into the orc horde. If they continued to go deeper, Roland's only knightly order would suffer its first loss.

“Caslo is tied up…” Renault watched the dragon hovering high in the sky, constantly flying. Because he was afraid of Onavel’s sneak arrows, Caslo dared not let the dragon indiscriminately slaughter the orcs below. He could only release breath attacks from time to time to support the areas that were about to be overwhelmed. Seeing the two armies locked in a fierce battle, Caslo was afraid of accidentally injuring his own people and could not let the dragon unleash large-scale dragon language magic. After all, it would be no fun if a dragon language spell were to break through his own people’s shield formation.

"Hold on!" After casually slashing down an orc who had crashed through a light infantry shield wall, Verway, wielding the Manicati which was burning with raging flames, pulled up the fallen light infantryman.

"Young man! Step back! Replace him!" Seeing the light infantryman's trembling hands and bleeding shoulder, Verway frowned and quickly ordered the wounded soldier to retreat.

"Ah!" A half-orc's longsword pierced through, and a light infantryman, wide open, was instantly cut down. The first casualty had finally occurred!

"Bang!" A quick-reacting Battanian archer drew his sword and killed it, but another orc lunged forward and swung his battle axe at him.

"Clang!" The Battanian archer was startled when he saw the axe mark on his arm shield.

"Oh no! The elite orcs are attacking!" the Battanian archer exclaimed in horror as he looked at the armored orcs before him.

With a "whoosh," Manikati swept through the air, cleaving the reckless orc in two with a single sword strike, the air filled with the pungent smell of roasting meat.

"Stop them!" Verway roared.

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"Rapid Fire!" Lacking sufficient battle spirit, Roland could only lead his knights to ride around the orcs and shoot arrows. After a period of training, the knights' archery skills... were barely passable.

"Whoosh!" Roland's bowstring trembled, and a half-orc in the distance fell to the ground in response.

"Your Highness! Let's charge one more time!" Renault said anxiously, looking at the shielded infantry formation.

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Here at Verway, the greatest test of his life has come!

The Dovenian heavy swordsmen suddenly noticed that the orcs in front of them had collectively retreated. As they were wondering what was happening through the gaps in their helmets, a roar came from above.

"Bang!" The buzzing sound echoed across the battlefield, even Roland and his group, who were moving and firing, stopped in their tracks. O'Neill, clad in heavy armor and wielding a warhammer, charged forward after activating the skill Thunder Strike and slammed it heavily into the tower shields of the Dovenian heavy swordsmen that were deeply embedded in the ground. The shield wall composed of a hundred tower shields was smashed up, and more than a dozen Dovenian heavy swordsmen who took the hit head-on were sent flying into the air before crashing to the ground, twitching.

Although seriously injured, the Dovenian heavy swordsmen's lives were not in danger. Under the shield wall skill, they together withstood the full force of the attack from the Tier 5 warrior.

"Orc general!" Verway narrowed his eyes. The frontal defense had finally been breached. To rebuild the shield formation, they had to deal with this orc!

"For the Goddess of Nature!" With a leap, Verway, wielding the elven holy sword Manicati, sprang high into the air, and the holy sword, carrying the wrath of the elves, descended from the sky!

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