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

Chapter 738 The ambush begins

“The Dragon Knights…are here!” Lydalias’s eyes flashed with an eerie light as he turned to look at the calm and deathly silent Sernar.

“I know! Let’s get started!” Sernar said slowly.

"Whoosh!" Lydalias waved his hand, and the orcs behind him immediately obeyed and retreated, turning and disappearing into the dense forest.

Soon, the entire forest seemed to come alive, filled with rustling sounds. Squads of orcs in standard equipment filed out of the dense forest, and the streams of people eventually merged into an undeniable torrent of steel!

"It's starting!" Lydalias grinned sinisterly.

"Kill!" The orcs surged toward Windhelm, and the sight of hundreds upon hundreds of orcs made Ismir's legs spin.

"Whoosh!" Ymir stood on the city wall and silently twirled the greatsword in her hand. The serpentine sword, as thick as a door panel, gave Ymir a great sense of security!

"Roar!" A powerful dragon roar resounded, and a blue figure soared into the sky. Caslo was the first to enter the battlefield.

"Roar!" A purple figure leaped into the blue sky amidst lightning. Anthony Doss, riding his dragon rider, looked indifferently at the group of ignorant orcs with a smirk on his face.

"Roar!" The last purplish-black dragon shadow also flew up shakily. It was none other than the evil dragon Vili carrying Weiss. As for why it was flying shakily, it was of course because Weiss's control skills were not good. The dragon needed to constantly adjust itself according to him, so it looked like it was flying shakily. The problem was that if the dragon didn't shakily, Weiss might "crash".

"Dragon God..." Renault below covered his eyes, unable to bear it any longer. What kind of dragon knight has such an ugly flying posture? Looking at the way Veli was flying so shakily, Renault was almost ready to take a heart medicine. At this rate, let alone speeding up, if they flew even slightly faster, Veli might not even be visible on the dragon saddle anymore.

"Good heavens..." Anthony Dos glanced at Weiss and almost knocked him off the dragon's back. He knew Weiss was a rookie dragon rider, but he didn't expect him to be even worse than a chicken.

"Caslo! This is a rookie dragon rider? Do you have some misunderstanding about the definition of a rookie? Can a dragon rider who can't even fly steadily really go to the battlefield to gain experience?" Anthony Doss, who had caught up with Caslo, was just short of jumping onto Caslo's dragon back, grabbing him by the collar and asking him if he was trying to murder him.

"It's alright, we're here to keep an eye on things, aren't we? Even if he falls, the dragon knight can fight on foot! After all, what kind of dragon knight is he if he doesn't fall off a dragon's back? But let him get used to it beforehand." Caslo said nonchalantly. He was, after all, the sharpest killing machine, not some delicate flower in a greenhouse.

"Damn it! We're training a new generation of dragon knights, not raising poisonous insects!" Anthony Doss's veins bulged on his forehead. What? Falling off a dragon's back is glorious? Which dragon knight wants to be shot down if they can avoid being hit? The problem is, this guy might fall off even without being shot!

"There's not much time left! War is the best teacher! Hopefully he can learn a lot today!" Caslo nodded to Renault, who was riding out of the city alone. They were responsible for taking care of the air, while Renault was responsible for supporting Weiss on the ground, so that if the kid landed, he wouldn't be overwhelmed by the orcs.

"I hope so!" Anthony Doss shook his head and didn't continue, since he was already there and there was no point in saying more.

"Grip your dragon spear tightly! Use your will to guide your dragon power to cover it! Dive!" Caslo commanded, looking at Weiss. "Okay!" Weiss immediately tried to control his will, attempting to guide the dragon power within his body to cover the dragon spear. However, how much dragon power could a first-tier apprentice knight have? Even with the enhancement of the dragon's essence, his total dragon power reserve was only equivalent to five or six times the total battle aura of an ordinary first-tier knight, only slightly stronger than some senior second-tier knights...

The end result was that Caslow and Dos Anthony fell silent as they stared at the dragon spear in Weiss's hand, which gleamed with a light less than a foot long.

"Clang!" A series of rapid knocking sounds came, and when everyone looked in the direction of the sound, they found that a small group of orcs had started shooting arrows at them with horn bows.

"Heh! Weak and powerless!" Dos Anthony casually picked up an arrow, examined it closely, and found that the workmanship was quite fine, at least the arrow shaft was straight, so it was usable. It was just that the archer's quality was... emmm.

"Watch closely! This is the most basic method for a dragon knight to attack on the ground!" Caslo, who had ignored the orc's arrows thanks to his dragon scales, demonstrated it to Weiss.

Suddenly, he raised the dragon mount on the saddle, and dazzling azure dragon power instantly surged onto the adamantite spear. Then, a spear beam more than three meters long shot out from the tip of the spear! Under Weiss's horrified gaze, Caslo gently pulled on the reins of the dragon saddle. Kaldo understood perfectly and smoothly flipped his body in flight, and Caslo was instantly in a position where he was hanging upside down on the dragon's back.

"Roar!" As Caslo squeezed his legs together, the Storm Dragon, which was in sync with him, suddenly closed its wings and plummeted straight down to the ground in freefall.

"Boom!" A dazzling azure light burst forth from the dragon rider, and a storm of wind blades composed of dragon power swept out instantly, twisting and spinning directly. Within a radius of a hundred meters, the wind blades shredded flesh into a bloody mess, and a cloud of blood mist rose into the air, making Weiss shudder with fear.

"Crack!" Just as it was about to crash to the ground, Kaldor suddenly flapped its wings, turning the impact into a smooth, ground-hugging flight. As the dragon flipped its body, Caslo calmly swung his spear, and with the burst of light from the spear, dozens more orcs were cut in half at the waist.

"Did you understand?" Caslo flew back to Weiss's side and tilted his head at him. That was just a casual basic attack from the dragon knight, but it still dealt devastating damage comparable to a mid-level spell.

"I get it... I guess..." Weiss said somewhat hesitantly. You're telling me that that massive area-of-effect damage was just a basic attack? In my mind, a basic attack should be two muscular guys swinging their greatswords and shields back and forth, right? How come this basic attack has magic damage?
"Give it a try! Be careful to keep your balance!" Caslo nodded to him.

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"The dragon knights are out! We should move out!" Lydalias reminded Sernar.

"Hmm!" Sernar gave a soft hum, neither confirming nor denying.

Soon, squads of elite orc soldiers emerged from the dense forest, quickly assembling heavy crossbows and hiding in the woods to wait.

“We can start luring them now!” Lydalias grinned maliciously.

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