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

Chapter 67 The Charge of the Orcs
"Crack!" The sharp battle axe fell heavily, and the elven ranger, who was putting up a last-ditch resistance, was instantly decapitated.

"Get through here quickly!" Polger's eyes flashed with a fierce light, a bloodthirsty glint in them.

This was the fourth elven outpost he had destroyed, with a total of 48 elves losing their lives at the hands of Borg's assault team, while the orc army continued to pour in behind them.

"My lord, why do we have to sneak around like this? Why don't we just ignore these damned elves, head straight for Lonely Mountain, and tear the dwarves to pieces! Wouldn't it be better to drink their blood?" A half-orc berserker grumbled in the icy wilderness.

"Shut up! We need to lull the dwarves into a false sense of security! Then we'll crush them in one fell swoop!" Polger roared in a low voice to his men.

Because it was the dead of winter, the elves were mostly huddled inside the kingdom. Apart from these outposts, there were almost no patrols along the way. They only needed to clear out these troublesome outposts and avoid the patrols near the Woodland Kingdom to get around to the foot of Lonely Mountain.

"Speed ​​up!" Polger roared. He was unwilling to face the elven rangers who were so at ease in the forest. The reason they were slaughtering these elves now was because of the level advantage and the sheer number of people. If it were a real fight, the elven rangers of the same level could easily kite and kill several times their number of orcs in the forest.

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"Is there any unusual activity from the orc army in the north?" Thorin asked, staring at the map without looking up.

"No, Your Highness, they are still where they are..." Balin said, sitting to the side with a wine glass in his hand. The oppressive atmosphere made him lose interest in drinking.

"Your Highness! The orcs have marched south!" Groin rushed in, panting.

"Finally! It's moving!" Thorin's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Is there a problem with the elves?" Thorin asked, still worried.

"The elves have sent no message." Balin shrugged.
"No news is good news!" Thorin pondered for a moment.

"How long until the Iron Hill Army arrives?" Sorin wanted to know when the reinforcements would arrive.

"Tomorrow at the latest!" Philip announced loudly.

"We're in time! Since this is the only group of orcs, let's eat them!" Thorin slammed his fist on the table, and the decisive and resolute dwarf king returned.

“Philip, go and invite Lord Bard of the River Valley to come for a meeting,” Thorin said.

The city of Irubor can muster two thousand dwarven warriors, and the dwarven army in Ironhill Ridge has as many as fifteen hundred men. The dwarven army alone can recruit nearly three thousand men, and the human army in River Valley can also muster more than five hundred men, making a total of more than four thousand soldiers.

"Four thousand to ten thousand! The advantage is in my hands!" Thorin clenched his fist! (If Roland were here to see this, he would definitely spit out his water; this famous scene has actually been recreated in Middle-earth!)
"Where's the elf?" Philip suddenly realized. So there was no need to notify the elf?
"Mind their own business!" Thorin said dismissively, his prejudice against elves making him disdain cooperating with them!
"Oh, right, you should go and inform King Roland and the others so they can prepare." Thorin suddenly thought of Roland and his group by the long lake and felt it would be good to inform them, since they would still need their air knights later.

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"What? Orcs have gathered and headed north?" Iovia looked at Peter Gro with surprise.

It wasn't the orcs' northward march that surprised Iovia, but rather their brazen gathering without fear of being seen by the Sky Knights, especially since Roland's dragon knights had already been exposed.

"Your Highness, I almost couldn't resist casting a few dragon spells..." Peter Gro looked regretful, clearly disappointed at not being able to slaughter the orcs. "Don't worry, your time will come. You'll have your turn to deal with them. You'll cut them until your hands are sore." Iovia sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“However, I did see a few dragon-hunting crossbows in their army!” Peter Groh suddenly added after a moment’s thought.

"What? You've been exposed?" Iovia was taken aback, thinking that Peter Gro had been discovered by the orcs.

"Relax, relax, that thing can only take down flying dragons at most, it can't even pierce the skin of a star-shaped dragon!" Peter Gro yawned, he couldn't understand why a few small dragon-hunting crossbows could make the Elf King Iovia so alarmed.

"Don't leave things unsaid next time..." Iovia's head was filled with black lines.

"Go and inform King Roland about this! Don't let his dragon riders get ambushed by orcs," Iovia said immediately. Although real dragon riders are not afraid of those small dragon-hunting crossbows, dragons would be in real danger if they encountered those things!

“Okay! I’ll be right there.” Peter Gross said decisively and left.

"Hi! Sir Peter! Greetings, King Iovia!" Peter Gross, who had just reached the door, was turned back by Roland and White Wing who appeared at the door.

"The orcs from the north have all gone south!" Roland spoke up before the two could even speak.

"Huh? What? Aren't you surprised? The orcs are attacking in winter, that's very unusual!" White Wing, who was following Roland, asked curiously, looking at the two who remained unmoved.

“We were just about to look for you when the orcs from the south gathered and headed north!” Iovia said helplessly, rubbing her head. If the south was already moving, how could the north not react?

"No wonder, it's a pincer attack. Tsk tsk tsk!" Roland exclaimed, more concerned about how the orcs managed to traverse the entire Dark Forest. It must be magic, right? Roland, who had already anticipated the situation, was absent-minded.

"By the way, Azog's army has small dragon-hunting crossbows. King Roland, you need to tell Knight Caslo to be careful!" Peter Gro reminded him. If the orcs really got a chance to fire at them, then everyone would be in big trouble. The dragon knights are the absolute main force in this battle. The task of killing in this war will be given to the war mages with large-scale killing capabilities and the two air knights who can use dragon language magic. The task of the others is just to hold off the orcs' attacks. The main output still depends on them.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so he's been traumatized? I see! Thank you for reminding me, Sir Peter." Roland nodded, indicating that he was indebted to Peter Gro. It seems that Azog was taught a lesson by the dragon knights' dragon language magic during the last battle at Lonely Mountain, and he came out well-prepared this time.

"Sigh, I hope Azog doesn't burst into tears this time when he sees a real dragon knight." Roland sighed, expressing sympathy for the orc king who was kept in the dark, and hoping that there were no empty knights in Heaven...

"I bet his expression will be priceless!" Bai Yi said, winking.

“He’ll probably be moved to tears by us,” Iovia chuckled wickedly.

Wasn't everyone's scheming all for this gratifying scene before them? Looking at Peter Gro, who was chuckling in a low voice as the three kings who controlled most of the military power in the north, Azog felt a chill run down his spine. He really didn't even know how he was tricked to death.

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