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

Chapter 675 Look at the sky

"If I had known it was this thing, I would have taken you all back to Rivendell!" Lind said with a mournful face, watching the shadow behind him drag Apophis Breo as he ran at top speed, with Balin following behind, panting heavily. Balin's legs were moving so fast that they were almost blurry.

"What's going on! How could the Witch-King of Angmar be here?" Balin screamed as he ran away. Behind him were a group of elven rangers carrying longbows and wielding scimitars, and members of the dwarven skullcrusher legion who were mixed in with them but could not be seen. Finally, there were scattered human militiamen.

"Elves, cover the civilians!" Lind shouted, turning his head, then tightly gripping Apophis Breo, who was trying to run back.

"Yes!" Upon receiving the order, the elves slowed their pace, revealing the dwarves sandwiched between them. A large number of human militiamen then swept past them, while the elven rangers frowned and looked back warily. Although the valiant warriors and knights were covering their rear, no one knew how long they could hold out!

"Put me down! I will die with my men! I still have forbidden spells!" Apophis Breo struggled under Lind's arms.

“Save your energy! That’s the Witch-King of Angmar! The strongest Ringwraith! Your forbidden spells are nothing! He’s someone who can unleash great forbidden spells!” Lindcai didn’t have time to listen to Apophis Breo’s nonsense, and tightened his grip on him as they continued running.

“I have the Great Forbidden Spell too! Put me down!” Apophis Breo roared.

"You don't really think you have a chance to tear open a forbidden spell in front of him, do you?" Lind looked at Apophis Breo as if he had lost his mind. At the level of the Witch King of Angmar, even releasing a forbidden spell scroll is a luxury!

You don't really think his current slow pace makes him intimidating, do you? That's just because he senses no one can threaten them, so he's playing with his prey. Just wait and see when he actually unleashes a powerful forbidden spell! Remember, the Witch-King of Angmar is a top-tier Ringwraith! Powerful forbidden spells take time to fully form, and in situations where the power difference is so vast, the Witch-King of Angmar is perfectly capable of interrupting or stopping the spell's release before it's fully formed, or at least rendering it crippled.

Furthermore, they have an even simpler method: just kill the one who released the dragon. Does anyone really believe that a fourth-tier Knight Commander Apophis Breo can fight the Witch King of Angmar? Even without any special abilities, Roland was instantly killed by the Witch King of Angmar! Keep in mind that Roland is the strongest dragon knight among the fourth-tier knights! (This refers to the situation without dragons; a dragon knight with dragons, while not guaranteed to win against a Ringwraith, can at least hold his own, and if a dragon knight wants to escape… the Ringwraiths basically can't stop him.)
"This is a disaster!" Balin shook his head, never expecting that his act of offering help in his time of need would lead to his own demise! Three Ringwraiths! Balin had never seen so many Ringwraiths in his entire life! Did the Ringwraiths abandon Gangbada?
"Go! Every life counts!" Linde roared pessimistically. He knew that thousands of civilians were being housed in and around Lion Keep! They had to cover the civilians' evacuation...

“We may need to leave some troops to cover the rear!” Lind said through gritted teeth. After all, such a long road through the valley of King’s Landing would require some people to be left behind to delay the orcs’ advance.

"I'll stay here with the militia! You cover the civilians as they escape!" Apophis Breo also gave up on returning at this moment. After all, with his inherited knowledge, he understood that what Lind said made sense. He really didn't even have the right to tear up a forbidden spell scroll in front of the Witch King of Angmar... But he could still delay the pursuers. Then he raised his head and looked around at the valley and made some plans.

"How do you plan to stall? You can't stay! You have to leave! Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Roland!" Balin grabbed Apophis Breo and ran. Apophis Breo, who had just been put down by Lind, once again experienced the feeling of flying...

"I will leave a squad of elves to hold them off!" Linde said through gritted teeth, his heart aching. He knew the elves were fearless in their fight against darkness, and these elves would undoubtedly stay behind to fight evil without complaint. But as their commander, his heart ached! The elven population was already small, and these were his beloved people…

“I’ll stay too… never mind, it’s useless…” Balin originally wanted to leave some men behind, but then he thought that dwarves were really useless for this kind of blocking job. After all, holding the line requires terrain advantage. Three hundred dwarves couldn’t even block the bottom of the valley properly, let alone block gaps… what’s the point of blocking? It wouldn’t be enough to fill them all up, let alone divide the troops? No one would do pointless sacrifices, and Apophis Breo and Lind expressed their understanding and didn’t say anything.

"I'll stay behind and use a forbidden spell to destroy the mountain! That should at least buy the orc vanguard a day!" Apophis Breo suddenly stopped; Lion Keep was not far ahead.

"Are you crazy? Come with me!" Linde was secretly astonished. He knew all too well the selfishness of human nobles; when did such selfless people appear among the dukes? Besides, Apophis Breo really shouldn't die here. After all, the elven-dwarf alliance's rescue had resulted in the death of the very person in question… Linde and Balin could at least cover their heads so no one would recognize them in the future. "My home is here… This is the territory the king gave me! I can't leave!" Apophis Breo stared firmly at Linde and used his battle aura to blast away Linde's hand that was trying to pull him away.

“Duke! Now is not the time to be willful!” Balin also came over and frowned.

"I am Apophis Breo, Elector of the Empire! Duke of the Kingdom! Owner of Lion's Landing and King's Landing Fortress! I have been ordered to defend this land and expand our territory! I have pledged to protect my people! To be loyal to the Kingdom! To fight against the darkness! I will fight to the death here! Imperial law—those who abandon their fiefs and lose their lands are stripped of their titles and fiefs! There is no precedent for a man of King's Landing to abandon his fief and flee without a fight! I am the last Duke of King's Landing! Today I will prove my loyalty with my blood! Men of King's Landing! Fight to the death!" Apophis Breo roared suddenly, looking at the numb faces of the militia behind him. Tears welled in his eyes as he roared. At this moment, he seemed to see the last Grand Duke of King's Landing. Was he, like himself, resolutely stepping onto the battlefield...?

"Fight! For the Empire! For Glory!" The militia would not back down. Perhaps they had just felt fear, but when their lord chose to fight alongside them to the death to cover the evacuation of women and children, the word fear had vanished from their vocabulary... The men of Lagrange are not afraid of death, and the men of King's Landing are even less afraid of death!
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"Angmar... that son of a bitch! Even if I die, I'll bite you!" Dura said angrily as she recovered her magic.

"What? You're planning to crawl over and take a bite out of him?" Olaf, looking at the three Ringwraiths of Angmar standing below the city, suddenly felt no fear, but instead laughed and teased Dura.

"Even a fourth-tier mage's self-destruction would splatter blood all over his face!" Dura gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He didn't leave behind any forbidden spell scrolls because he knew clearly that the Witch King of Angmar wouldn't give him the chance to tear open the scrolls.

"Kill them!" The Witch-King of Angmar, looking at the humans chatting and laughing on the city walls, finally lost his desire to toy with them. He saw no fear on their faces, but rather fearlessness, contempt, and sneers... This enraged the Witch-King of Angmar. In his mind, humans should scream and run away when they saw him, but the scene he imagined only lasted for a moment. Then, these humans calmly pointed at them, as if they were three monkeys standing below the city walls, a ridiculous sight.

"The orcs are attacking the city!" Olaf sighed as he watched the orc army move again. The time had come to die for his country.

"Throw the oil! Set them on fire! Stop the orcs' advance!" Olaf quickly commanded the group. Although they didn't have fire archers, the rockets fired from the crossbows could still ignite the oil.

“Um…” Dura suddenly smiled.

"Maybe we don't have to die..." Dura relaxed completely, then collapsed to the ground. The breath she had just exhaled was gone, and she had no fighting spirit left.

"What happened to you?" Olaf asked in horror, hugging Dula tightly. He was their only pillar of support! With Dula there, they could at least hold out for a while. Without him, the entire fortress would be immediately overwhelmed by orcs! Overwhelmed, literally overwhelmed!

"Look at the sky!" Dula grinned foolishly as if in a final burst of energy, waving his hand and pointing at the dim sky.

"The sky?" Olaf looked up abruptly.

A massive burst of crimson flames erupted from the dark clouds, turning half the sky crimson!