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

Chapter 702 Annihilation
"Attack!" Iovia coldly issued the order, an order that meant there would be no survivors in this stronghold!
"Whoosh~" A long whistle sounded, signaling the Star Elves' all-out attack. Soon, Star Elves from all directions heard the penetrating whistle, and they all took out their whistles and blew out a melodious bird song. Instantly, the whole forest was filled with the sound of birds singing.

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"Huh? What happened?" One of the hundred orc riders twitched its long ears. The sound just now seemed a bit abrupt, and the bird calls were a bit too dense, weren't they? Bird calls came from all directions, which made it wary, but it was too late! A net had already been cast around their stronghold! They were already trapped, and it was up to Iovia to decide how to deal with them.

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The elven rangers, having slowly made their way to the vicinity, raised their longbows, their sharp arrows aimed at the exposed orcs.

At this moment, many orcs were still wandering around the stronghold, clutching unknown meat, swaying wildly from side to side.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Within seconds, the exposed orcs clutched their necks or collapsed to the ground, arrows piercing their foreheads.

"Heh heh heh" The orc, whose neck had been pierced by a bullet, lay on the ground convulsing. His trachea was torn, and he was making a wheezing sound from his throat like a broken bellows.

"Swoosh!" A swordsman passing by coldly and silently swung his sword, and instantly the surroundings returned to silence...

This place, though called a stronghold, was really just a cluster of tents and wooden stakes. The orcs on the outskirts were easily dealt with by the Star Elves who surrounded them from all sides. Next up were the orcs hiding in the intricate camp.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a dire wolf leaped up, turned its head around, raised its nose and sniffed the air, and began to howl wildly in all directions. With the dire wolf's mournful howl, the entire orc stronghold was in an uproar.

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"We've been discovered!" An elven ranger captain frowned. He saw the orc camp starting to stir and knew that something must have gone wrong somewhere.

“Normal! The smell of blood in the air is too strong!” The elven swordsman next to him raised his eyelids. The fact that the dire wolves could only smell the unusual blood at such close range meant that they were already very relaxed. Could it be that the elves had actually managed to sneak into the orc camp? Being discovered was inevitable!

"Kill!" The elven ranger captain nodded in agreement with the swordsman beside him. After all, he had noticed the strong smell of blood all around, and there was no reason for those dire wolves with noses sharper than dogs to remain indifferent. So he drew an arrow, nocked it, stood up, and shot down a dire wolf that was still howling.

"Attack! We're under attack!" the orc wolf riders screamed in terror, rushing towards their war wolves in an attempt to escape.

"puff!"

"Swoosh!" Enemies seemed to lurk from all sides. Arrows crisscrossed the air, creating beautiful trails that cast a shadow of death. Orcs fell from their wolves, and wolves, riddled with arrows, whimpered as they collapsed. The entire forest seemed to have become a giant meat grinder, shredding these orc-wolf riders who had ventured deep into the jungle...

"Break through! Scatter and attack!" After being attacked, many orc professionals reacted quickly. They activated their battle aura, covering their entire bodies to form a battle aura fire shield. They quickly put on their equipment, mounted their dire wolves, and fled in all directions, fully armed. The once invincible rain of arrows was now being withstood by these orc professionals as they charged through. As long as they were not hit in vital areas, these bloodshot-eyed orcs could continue to fight!

"They've activated their berserk mode!" a group of elven rangers frowned. They had just used all their strength to shoot down an orc wolf rider! Looking at the corpse, now a "hedgehog," everyone frowned, sensing something was wrong. After all, these berserkers were incredibly tough! Simple arrows were unlikely to kill them in one shot anymore, so various skills began to flash, and the entire forest burst into a kaleidoscope of colors...

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"You scum who ambushed us in the gutter! Die!" Suddenly, a half-orc wolf rider, covered in blood and riddled with broken arrows, sprang out from the bushes. Its eyes were bloodshot and its body was surrounded by earth-yellow battle aura flames. The earth-elemental battle aura gave it powerful defense, and even the dire wolf it rode under only suffered some superficial wounds!
"Roar!" It leaped up on its dire wolf and landed in the middle of a group of rangers. The orc wolf rider raised its sword and slashed fiercely at the elven rangers in front of it, while the dire wolf opened its blood-red maw and bit at its target.

"Clang!" The attacked elven ranger instinctively raised his longbow. The bow and arrows that the elves had spent decades honing proved their superior quality in this area! The sword struck the bow arm but could not penetrate it. Instead, the ranger, holding the bow, used the recoil to successfully create distance from the wolf and avoid its gaping maw.

"Die!" The orc, having failed in his attack, charged again on his dire wolf.
"laugh!"

"puff!"

With two tearing sounds, the once menacing orc wolf rider was now decapitated, and the dire wolf it rode was also disemboweled and fell to the ground, its chest and abdomen ripped open with a gash several meters long, its internal organs spilling out under the pressure.

"Snap!" Two sounds of blades sheathing rang out. It turned out that two elven swordsmen had sheathed their scimitars. The orc werewolf riders, who were focused on the elven rangers, did not notice that the elven rangers who were firing arrows were accompanied by elven swordsmen. In fact, even without the elven swordsmen by their side, these elven rangers were not without the power to fight back. After all, rangers are a profession that can be used at both close and long range. They also carried scimitars. It was just that the incident was so sudden that they did not have the opportunity to draw their scimitars.

"Watch out!" The elven swordsman smiled mockingly at the elven rangers. This smile made the rangers lose face, after all, they had almost been ambushed by a wounded orc werewolf rider. At this moment, the swordsman's smile seemed more like sarcasm to them...

"Kill!" The ranger captain gritted his teeth, his face dark, and continued to raise his bow, searching for a target. He couldn't vent his anger on his comrades, so he could take it out on the orcs!
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"Is it over?" Iovia said casually, her back to Peter Groh and her hands behind her back. After all, the only reason Peter Groh would come to her now was for this kind of thing.

“Yes, the orc wolf riders at this stronghold have been completely wiped out by us!” Peter Gro said with a radiant smile.

Bernard Hill, who played King Théoden in "The Lord of the Rings," has passed away. Let us remember the eternal King Rohan; he will live forever in our hearts! Middle-earth forever!