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

Chapter 710 The Dragon Riders' Massacre of Cannon Fodder
At this moment, a small orc tribe was wandering the Graton Plains, searching for their meal. Some time ago, their scouts had stumbled upon a nomadic village in the north. This human tribe had recently migrated there; in a region like the north where survival was precarious, migration was commonplace. Thus, this strange phenomenon had emerged across the northern wilderness: human tribes migrating to escape danger, and orc tribes, having lost their food source due to the human migration, following suit. In short, the territories of various races in the vast wilderness were constantly shifting…

"Roar! The smell of food!" The lead orc scout suddenly raised his head, opened his nostrils wide, and sniffed the air, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"It's roasted meat!" the orc scout exclaimed excitedly. Clearly, only intelligent races knew how to make roasted meat, which meant they were about to find food.

"Then hurry up and lead the way! Get lost!" The only combatant in the group—a second-tier warrior—waved his crude battle halberd and angrily kicked the scout over. In the past few days, he had only drunk some water and eaten a few worms, which were not even enough to fill a gap between his teeth. Now he was extremely craving protein!
"Quickly! I want to eat meat!"

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

The orcish ranks immediately erupted into chaos, with the orcs shouting and making a ruckus!
"Roar!" The second-tier orc warrior roared and slammed his halberd into the ground, creating a deep trench! His eyes flashed with madness.

"Quiet! You fools!" The orc warrior intimidated the crowd with his death stare, and all the orcs stopped and stared at the orc warrior with fear in their eyes.

"Let's sneak up and ambush them! Those humans are as cunning as groundhogs in the wasteland. Once they spot us, it'll be hard to find them again!" The orc warrior was clearly more experienced, obviously used to doing this kind of thing all the time.

"Your Excellency is brilliant! This time we will surely kill those humans and have a feast!" The orcs began to frantically praise the orc warrior, and as they praised him, they became quite arrogant.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance." A calm voice rang out beside them as the orcs huddled together, exchanging compliments.

"Roar! Who are you?" The orcs were shocked and searched for the source of the sound, only to find Caslo sitting on the ground warming himself by a fire not far away.

"My lord! He has food!" a sharp-eyed orc shouted, pointing at the scattered chicken bones in front of Caslo. Clearly, the bones alone were enough to make these hungry orcs drool.

"A lone human? Kill him!" The orc warrior cautiously looked around and, finding no ambush, immediately gained confidence. With a wave of his hand, he ordered everyone to surround and attack Caslo.

"Tsk tsk tsk! I don't even need an ambush to kill you!" Caslo sighed, rubbing his forehead. He was really underestimating himself. A bunch of cannon fodder-level orcs weren't even a warm-up for him. Drawing his sword would be an insult to Caslo.

"Sigh, since I've seen you all, you'll all stay here as fertilizer!" Caslo looked at the charging orcs and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Kill him! If we kill this human, we'll have food!"

"I'm hungry! I want to eat meat!"

The orcs charged in noisily, carrying all sorts of weapons. They had no order whatsoever, let alone any formation. The entire rabble performed like clowns in front of Caslo.

“Compared to the elite orcs of Gambada and Dolgodo… you are too weak!” Caslo finished speaking and flashed into view, appearing in front of an orc the next second.

"Bang!" The iron fist, imbued with the power of wind dragons, smashed into the orc's chest. His ribs shattered, and his entire chest cavity collapsed. As the dragon power erupted, the sharp wind elements tore the orc's corpse apart, leaving a cloud of blood mist in its wake!
"Too slow!" Caslo shook his head and stomped his foot. As the earth cracked, his body was instantly launched into the air and landed in front of another orc.

"Pfft!" With a casual slap, the orc's head was physically smashed into his stomach...

"Thump!" The headless corpse swayed and fell, startling the orcs. "Whoosh!" Caslo's figure vanished once more.

"where is he?"

"That human has disappeared?"

"I can't see him!"

"A demon! He's a demon!" One of the orcs turned and tried to run away. It was clear that Kaslo's unpredictable killing had frightened it. As a pure-blooded wasteland orc, it was only natural to rise to the occasion when things were going well and run away when things were going badly.

"Pfft!" Before it could even take two steps, the orc warrior slashed it down with a single blow.

"Anyone who deserts in the face of battle will be executed without mercy!" the orc warrior roared in terror. It was clear that it had some brains, but not many... Although uniting could increase the survival rate, when the quality gap became too large to be bridged by numbers, banding together for warmth was nothing more than giving others the opportunity to gather and annihilate it!

"Hehe, this is interesting!" Caslo's voice became ethereal again.

"Afterimage! That's an afterimage!" When the orcs spotted Caslo's figure, they realized that the figure left behind was slowly disappearing, clearly an afterimage left behind after moving at extreme speed.

"Pfft! Pfft!" Two huge heads flew up. Caslo clenched his palms like knives and released his dragon power directly. The effect was not much worse than a battle sword. In addition, with the self-sharpening characteristic of wind attribute, this hand knife was even sharper than most weapons!

"Die!" Seizing the opportunity, the orc warrior finally had a chance to swing his halberd. He viciously cleaved Caslo's head in a swift, devastating blow.

With a "whoosh," Caslo casually raised his hand, and the sharp wind element sliced ​​through the rough halberd. When the orc warrior retrieved his weapon and prepared to strike again, he found that only a small part of the halberd's blade remained.

"You have the courage to raise your sword against me? You have quite the nerve, but who gave you the courage to swing your sword at me?" Caslo narrowed his eyes, and a murderous aura swept over the only orc professional. The orc warrior, enveloped in fear, instantly froze and couldn't move. After regaining his senses, he immediately realized what was happening.

"No!" Before it could finish speaking, it completely turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated...

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"You've been fighting this bunch of trash for so long? I could wipe them all out with one yawn!" Kaldo said helplessly, dissatisfied with Caslo's efficiency.

"I don't want anyone to know there's a storm dragon here! We'd better keep our whereabouts hidden!" Caslo shook his head. Since the Forbidden Spell War, the Kingdom of Lagrang had become famous throughout the land, bringing with it the fame of its high-ranking warriors. As the kingdom's first dragon rider, Caslo naturally ended up on the black hats of various powerful factions. The Alliance didn't care, but he was worried about the orcs and Ringwraiths finding out and ambushing him with black arrows. Dragons were powerful, but they couldn't fly while carrying black arrows! Thinking of this, Caslo once again "thanked" the dwarves' ancestors...

"Alright, alright! I'm tired, you can go by yourself!" Kaldo waved his paw and draped himself over Caslo's shoulder before closing his eyes.

"Alright, I'll look for a place to sleep tonight!" Caslo stretched and said.

I've been working on my thesis lately, and it's driving me crazy. I've written so much nonsense about Middle-earth that my advisor almost ate me alive...