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

Chapter 59 Battle of Lagrange Plains (4)
"Weak ant! How can you still get up?" O'Neill exclaimed in shock as he looked at the weakened Verway. Verway definitely couldn't have withstood that kind of attack.

“Heh, you’re right! We are wandering elves…we have no home! But we still have things we want to protect!” Verway said in a low, hoarse voice.

It is important to know that the grassland elves were originally the gondolin elves. After the destruction of gondolin, countless elves fled gondolin, and the grassland elves were one of them. They were scattered in various wastelands, struggling to survive in tribal families. Losing their homes and protection made them people without a country.

"Hahaha..." Verway laughed maniacally, his original wood-type battle aura gradually turning red under Manikati's assimilation...

"You're insane! You're actually converting your own attributes!" O'Neill was terrified by the madman in front of him. Under normal circumstances, the result of such a conversion of opposing attributes would be—self-destruction!
"Since...the power of nature...cannot protect...then let the flames...ignite nature...hahaha!" The Manikat in Verway's hand had ignited the battle aura throughout his body. His original wood-type battle aura quietly disappeared, and wisps of wood-type battle aura were transformed into fire-type battle aura after being ignited by the Manikat...

"Burning eternally in the flames..." Vervey dragged Manicati step by step as they walked.

"Don't come any closer! You madman!" O'Neill looked at Verway, who was engulfed in flames, with flames swirling nearly 3 meters high above his head, and O'Neill retreated step by step.

“That’s right! I’m just a pathetic wretch… a pathetic wretch who can’t even protect his own people, so! Please, just die!” Verway said softly, but it sounded incredibly cold to Onaville.

"Boom!" The extremely unstable fire element of Verwei was instantly ignited, and an ancient and primordial aura swept over, instantly sending the orcs who were standing still at the front flying. The blood of the Elf King had awakened!
"Die!" The slender Manikati descended from the sky, his aura as a sixth-tier hunter instantly erupting!

"Impossible!" Onaville was utterly shocked! What he saw completely shattered his understanding; a fourth-tier high-level ranger had instantly transformed into a sixth-tier Elf King!
“Roland, you’re right! I can indeed be king!” Verway looked at the Holy Knights, whose charge had failed and who had been driven out of the battle by the orcs, and muttered to himself as he looked down at the sword in his hand.

"Hunting Moon!" With a flick of his wrist, a crescent moon appeared behind him, a signature move once used by Thranduil.

"Whoosh!" Verway took a step, and the crescent moon behind him swept wildly across the orcs along the way.

"Die!" Manica raised Verway's sword and brought it down.

"Bang!" Onavil raised his warhammer in an attempt to block, but with a piercing metallic scraping sound, the warhammer was easily sliced ​​in two by Manicati!

"Ouch!" Onavil screamed in agony. His warhammer had only slightly blocked Manicati's attack, but the scorching sword tip still sliced ​​through his armor and pierced his flesh an inch deep! A burnt smell filled the air!

"Clang!" Verway kicked O'Navel back into the orc horde.

"Pursue!" A battle aura mark entered O'Navel's body, and O'Navel now clearly displayed the location in Verviel's mind.

"Can you escape? Hunting Spiral!" Verway grinned maliciously, his Manicart and Elven Scimitar spinning rapidly, a path of flesh and blood extending continuously with the sharpness of his battle aura.

"Kill!" A steel lance suddenly shot out from the side. After a short rest, the Holy Knights were finally able to charge again. Because the orcs had their attention drawn by Verway, the orcs, having lost their numerical advantage, were successfully broken through by the knights.

"Damn it! What's wrong with you, Verway?" Roland had just killed several orcs with his spear when he spotted Verway, who looked like a captain with a flaming head.

"Where's Caslo? There's no one else on the dragon's back!" Renault thought to himself, his dragon rider.

“He’s wounded, he’s being protected by the soldiers in the middle of the shield wall…” came a hoarse voice from Verway.

"You're level six now? How many potions did you take?" Roland was suddenly stunned. Verviers was now a level six Hunter! Damn, after all this time! A level four high-level ranger had become an Elf King!

“Thank you for your Manicati… She is a fine sword, and her magical power has made me who I am.” Verway bowed slightly.

“But there is one more crucial matter now!” Verway’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Is this what you're looking for?" Renault asked, carrying the beaten-to-death Ornaville in one hand. He had just noticed the orc, clad in fine armor, lying on the ground trying to escape in the chaos.

"Who is this? He doesn't look like an orc!" Roland looked curiously at the pitiful orc whose tendons had been severed. "I am the great king of the wasteland orcs—Onavel! You despicable elves! You filthy humans..." Onavel continued to shout wildly.

"Whoosh!" A fine head flew off; before O'Neill could finish speaking, Roland had chopped off his head.

"Heh, what trash?" Roland scoffed as he sheathed his sword back at his waist.

"Leave some men to take care of the wounded! The rest of you continue hunting down the orcs! We can't let them roam this wasteland!" Roland said, looking at the fleeing orcs. There were already several small orc tribes here. If these orcs fled and took root in the wasteland, it would be a huge problem to clean them up later.

……

"Holy Healing!" Roland pressed the Holy Light of Healing in his hand onto a conscripted light infantryman whose chest and abdomen were torn open. The Holy Light, which was supposed to have an excellent healing effect, only slowed down the bleeding of this soldier.

“Your Highness! We have not let you down! We have kept our promise... This time we did not run away..." The soldier struggled to say a few words in Roland's arms before collapsing weakly.

"No!" Roland's eyes turned bloodshot as he frantically channeled his holy battle aura and paladin healing skills into the soldier's lifeless body.

“This…” Roland stared blankly at the shield formation strewn with corpses. Most of the bodies in front of him were mutilated orcs, but there were clearly bright silver armor pieces on the ground—the remains of light infantrymen…

"You've worked hard!" Roland bowed to the infantrymen in front of him.

……

“Your Highness…” Renault approached Roland, hesitating to speak.

“Tell me… how much have we lost?” Roland said sadly, taking a deep breath.

"The professionals are alright, at most they're just seriously injured... light infantry... sigh... after this battle, there will only be two hundred men left who can be formed into an army and trained. More than two hundred have been killed... and there are dozens of disabled ones..." Renault couldn't continue.

“They protected us with their lives…” Verway walked over and said, looking at the remains of the light infantrymen covered with white sheets on the ground.

"Renault, assemble the light infantry! I have something to say!" Roland's eyes gleamed.

……

“My people! My brothers! My soldiers! You have proven your blood and glory! I apologize for my previous prejudice against you! You are the greatest men in the Kingdom of Lagrand! May the Swift River protect you!” Roland bowed to all the conscripted light infantrymen.

"It's over! Soldiers! We're taking our brothers home!" Roland said sorrowfully to everyone as he looked at the cremated light infantrymen.

"Is it over?" Caslo, lying on the stretcher, asked Verway beside him.

“Yes! It’s over!” Vervier, who had already become a sixth-tier hunter, stroked the holy sword Manicati and said softly.

"But the real war has only just begun... Congratulations, Lord Valverde. According to elven tradition, you are now the king of the grassland elves." Renault glanced at Roland in the distance and then nodded to Valverde.

Second watch.

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(End of this chapter)