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

Chapter 787 They are coming!

"Half-step Divine Forbidden? What level is it compared to the Divine Word Technique you used back then?" Roland was shocked. This thing sounded very advanced. He had never seen this thing in the game before!
"They're at the same level, both being forbidden spells above the Great Forbidden Spells but below the Divine Forbidden Spells! It's just that this one is a rule-based forbidden spell! It forcibly distorts the rules of a plane within a certain area and for a certain period of time," Adolf Heinrich explained to Roland.

“This thing has a very high suppression level! Any rule power under its rules will be suppressed! That means that now, apart from the Great Forbidden Spell, we can’t even send out a single arrow! So that forbidden spell was swallowed up by the rule power!” Charlie Pross interjected.

"What? What about the dragon knight?!" Roland's eyes widened in disbelief.

“What kind of dragon rider can be more advanced than a forbidden spell? If it's just a dragon rider who's handsome, that might be barely acceptable... but..." Adolf Heinrich turned his gaze to Maple Forest Orchid, and everyone else looked over as well.

(Maple Forest Orchid: So?)
“It’s over! Our strongest unit…” Roland’s face turned pale.

"It's alright, think positively. At least... we don't have to worry about the forbidden spells flying over from the other side!" Omske reassured him.

"The problem is that our forbidden spell can't fly out either..." Caslo said with a dark face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Omsk's thought process was just unbelievable!

"Prepare for a bloody battle, Your Majesty! The birth of an empire is destined to be watered with blood, but this time we have chosen ourselves!" Duke Joelster bowed slightly to Roland.

“I will do my utmost to allocate supplies!” Quartermaster Vladivostok nodded. As one of only two members of the Swift Hand family currently serving in the kingdom, Vladivostok knew the weight of his mission.

"Assemble the troops! Prepare for battle!" Roland sighed.

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"It seems they succeeded!" Uvasa smiled, as if victory was assured.

The decaying Seven Commandments and the withered Eight Commandments appeared beside him and slowly said, "Uvasa, this time we have gathered so many people, they can't possibly win again!"

"Better safe than sorry!" Uvasa did not let his guard down. Although he was very pleased with the initial success of his strategy, he was not so complacent as to think that he had already defeated Roland.

"Yes, that king is not easy to deal with!"

"Your Majesty, is this human kingdom really that terrible?" asked the Frostwolf hero Safis solemnly.

"Of course! Their dragon riders blot out the sky! If it weren't for the no-fly zone, we absolutely couldn't fight them in the Wildlands!" Uvasa nodded helplessly. After all, dragon breath doesn't discriminate! Once you're exposed to it, it's like a poisonous infection! It's either you die or you perish!
"So we're just going to go like this?" Safis exclaimed in shock. Wasn't this just setting us up as sitting ducks? What? We're not satisfied with killing humans so slowly, so we'll just line up and deliver them to our deaths?
“Three totem shamans over there have prepared a great gift for them! Now, not only can there not be dragons, but not even an arrow can fly out!” Uvasa was in a very good mood, so he didn’t mind saying more.

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"Enemy approaching from the north!" The vigilant sentries spotted the rapidly approaching enemy from the north.

"You guys watch me go see!" Caslo patted Maple Forest Orchid on the shoulder, gesturing for him to come with him. "I'm going too!" Omske retorted, clearly annoyed. The orc had successfully provoked him, and he was just looking for someone to vent his anger on! Here comes the punching bag?

"Be careful!" Roland didn't object, but simply gave a word of caution.

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"Damn it! The army of the Eastern Yi chariot people is here?" Omsk stared dumbfounded at the massive army of chariot people outside the city, the orc legion beside him was no match for them.

"Why are there so many wolf riders?" Fenglin Youlan asked in confusion, ignoring the soldiers of the Eastern Yi chariot people and instead looking at the army of the Northern Orcs. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many wolf riders among the Southern Orcs!

“These are orcs from the North!” Caslow glanced at the clan banner and shook his head. It was obvious that the wolf cubs from the North had come south!

Middle-earth is very similar to Earth; the north is prone to nomadic tribes! Even the orcs of the North, who are also orcs, lead a nomadic life. Compared to their southern counterparts, the northern orcs ride dire wolves across the icy wilderness! Therefore, the proportion of wolf riders among the northern orcs is ridiculously higher than that of the south!

"That's five thousand wolf riders! Those bastards are really prolific!" Omske exclaimed.

"Damn it! I really want to go down and lead the Knights to charge them!" Omsk muttered, clearly indicating that a frustrating passive defense was not in the Lagrange brute's nature.

"Get out of here, we'll start our feast right away!" Caslo mocked.

"Hehe, I'm just saying, just take it as a joke!" Omske scratched his head and chuckled.

"Good heavens, with two formidable enemies at our doorstep, shouldn't we be a little more cautious?" Maple Forest Orchid, standing to the side, was speechless as she watched the two chatting as if no one else was around. The orcs were already on the verge of death, and they were still rambling on? How absurd!
"It's alright, all that's left is to grind meat! In this time of life and death and wealth being determined by fate, let's enjoy ourselves while we can!" Omske shook his head and said nonchalantly. Everyone here is risking their lives, why would they care about this?
"Inform His Highness! Tell him to bring the main force over! The main battlefield is in the north!" Caslo nodded to Omske. It was obvious that a bunch of Tier 6 warriors staying in the southern district was useless; it would be better to come to the north and have some fun with the orcs and Dongyi!
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"Heh! Those bastards are right under our noses!" Roland chuckled self-deprecatingly. He'd been far too cautious. If he'd gone all in earlier and wiped out the orc army, they wouldn't be facing attacks from both sides. But even if Roland had to choose again, he'd still choose to defend the city. After all, Sauron could lose many times, but he couldn't afford to lose even once! Caution wasn't a bad thing; Roland preferred a steady, step-by-step approach to going all in! This was Roland's change after his first defeat in the Misty Mountains!
“These Eastern barbarians have had it tough on us!” Adolf Heinrich exclaimed.

"Heh, I bet more of them froze to death along the way than died in battle! But where the hell did these orcs come from?" Darion Nightblade guessed at a glance how these things had gotten here. After all, when it came to stealth techniques, even though Darion Nightblade was an oddball Light Assassin, his theoretical knowledge and skills were still enough to make everyone here a master! It wasn't difficult for him to figure out that these Eastern Barbarians had made their way here at night, but he couldn't understand these orcs! Swiftstream City hadn't notified any orcs to come south! Could it be that the dwarven defenses were riddled with holes again? Wait, why did I use the word "again"?

“…” Adolf Heinrich paused for a moment, then turned and walked toward the magic center.

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"Quickly contact the Northern Dwarves! Ask King Thorin what's going on? Why are there orcs crossing the north? If they crossed from the Redwater River eastward, that would be fine..." Yun Feng didn't dare delay for a second after receiving Adolf Heinrich's letter. He immediately notified Dos Anthony to go to Lonely Mountain to inquire. He was really afraid that the dwarven defenses had been breached and Thorin wouldn't even know! That would be a huge problem! The entire Swiftstream City would be living in fear!
“Okay!” Dos Anthony nodded, knowing the importance of the matter, and quickly got up and left.

"I hope everything goes well! I hope Your Highness can successfully defeat the coalition of those dark forces!" Yun Feng prayed sincerely.