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

Chapter 793 Take Me Home!

"Go!" Mogus sheathed his sword and prepared to run. Now that he had killed the person on the other side, the Clear Sky spell on the other side could not be maintained. It would end in half an hour at most. He must be out of his mind to fight the orcs to the death. Wouldn't it be better to go back and wait for the Clear Sky spell to expire before casting the forbidden spell?
"Go!" Darian Nightblade immediately disappeared from the bewildered totem shaman's sight.

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"Uvasa the bastard has disappeared again!" Charlie Proust, the "Imperial Resilient King" who was always keeping a close eye on Uvasa's movements, warned.

Everyone immediately became more attentive, and their movements became more restrained. This was the oppressive feeling brought by a top-tier Ringwraith!
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"Whoosh!" Mogus, who was running away, quickly twisted his body, and a rift like an abyss appeared beside him. The next second, Mogus quickly raised the longsword in his hand and fiercely protected his chest.

"Bang!" The longsword that emerged from the void caused Mogus to stagger, and the enormous impact forced him to stop in his tracks.

"Clang!" The orc overlord who arrived next swung his weapon and stuck to Mogus. Seeing this, Uvasa twisted his body and disappeared into thin air.

"Watch out!" Mogus warned.

"Swoosh!" A spray of blood erupted from the air as a sharp spatial blade sliced ​​open Darion Nightblade's left waist. Two orc totem shamans, knowing that clear skies could no longer be maintained, followed closely behind, their totem poles, wrapped with buff spells, already swung at him.

"Let's go!" Mogus wanted to take Darian Nightblade with him when they left.

"Boom!" The orc overlord, empowered by the spell, overwhelmed Mogus, making it difficult for him to breathe. The sheer number and quality of the overpowered force left Mogus with absolutely no chance of retaliating.

Mogus's face was contorted with bulging veins. He made several desperate attacks, but was held back by the two orcs and was wounded in the process.

"Cough cough!" Darian Nightblade tried to assist Mogus, but before he could get close, he was repelled by Uvasa. The blood loss from his wounds made Darian Nightblade dizzy, and he gripped Garuda tightly, intending to fight to the death.

"Go! Darian! Get out of here! Don't worry about me! Go!" Mogus's voice suddenly came, instantly clearing Darian Nightblade's mind from his dizziness.

"As solid as a rock! As strong as a mountain!" Mogus glanced at Lagrange City and his entire body burst into flames of an earthy yellow.

"..." Uvasa's soul fire suddenly contracted! Without saying a word, he retreated directly into the space.

“No…” Darian Nightblade stared at Mogus in horror.

“Take me home…” Mogus turned to Darian Nightblade with a relieved smile, then lunged at the two orc overlords, his chest still bearing the battle axe that had pierced his chest.

"Boom!" The battle aura self-destruction, comparable to the power of a forbidden spell, directly overturned everything in its path. After igniting the sacrifice, the knight's self-destruction power would reach its peak at this moment, not to mention the self-destruction of a sixth-tier hero!

"No! No!" Darian Nightblade scrambled to his feet, clutching the deep, bone-revealing wound on his side, and staggered toward the direction where Mogus had self-destructed.

As the smoke cleared, the two orc overlords who had just been standing in front of Mogus had vanished without a trace, leaving only the mangled limbs in the distance to tell of the place where people had once lived.

"Cough cough!" Darian Nightblade coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Suddenly, the ground in the distance trembled, and two badly wounded orc totem shamans crawled out. They were covered in wounds, and because they had no defenses, their limbs were torn apart by the shockwave of the battle aura, leaving them missing arms and legs.

"Bastard!" Darion Nightblade coughed as he raised Garuda. Now was the time to strike while the enemy was down. For Darion Nightblade, the two half-orc totem shamans with their health depleted were already doomed!

"Thump!" Darian Nightblade fell to his knees. Only then did he realize that his left foot had been twisted and broken. How could he possibly be unharmed after defending against a level 6 self-destruction at close range, unless he had released a forbidden spell-level defense beforehand?

"I can still kill you with one foot!" Darion Nightblade tapped his right foot, disappearing into the sunlight once more before charging straight at the two heavily wounded orc totem shamans. He wanted revenge for Mogus! If he let these two sixth-tier orcs go, they would become a threat to the kingdom once they recovered.

"Die!" Darion Nightblade burst forth from the sky, his Garuda sword gleaming coldly. He grinned maliciously as he admired the orc totem shaman before him, who was terrified and helpless. The implication of an assassin getting close to a heavily wounded spellcaster was self-evident.

Darion Nightblade sensed fear; the wounded orc totem shaman was so gripped by terror that he couldn't even cast a single effective spell.

“So… you can be afraid too!” Darian Nightblade laughed as he slashed Garudas across their necks.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, but it wasn't an orc who fell...

“Crawler!” Uvasa’s chilling voice rang in Darian Nightblade’s ears.

Darion Nightblade felt a chill run through his chest as Uvasa's cursed sword pierced his heart and lifted him up.

“Failed…” Darian Nightblade murmured, forgetting the only variable, and also the most fatal one.

"How can you be an assassin like this?"

"Sorry, I can't teach you!"

"A Light-elemental assassin? Hahaha! What a joke!"

Countless insults and ridicule accompanied Darian Nightblade throughout his adolescence. No one had any faith in a light-based assassin, even if he was truly exceptionally talented...

"Why... can't an assassin stand in the sunlight?" Darian Nightblade asked himself, staring at the razor-sharp dagger in his hand.

"Why... only rats in the gutter are qualified?"

"Little one, you seem to have a lot of questions?"

“You are…” Young Darian Nightblade meets the most important person in his life for the first time.

"I am Mias! An excellent assault assassin from the Assassin's Guild!" Mias tossed her hair and laughed. The wind blade Garuda at her waist shone brightly, illuminating Darian Nightblade's eyes and his life.

"Can you teach me?"

"Huh?" Mias seemed a little flustered.

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"Is this already a dead end, sister..." Darian Nightblade said with despair, looking at the massive orc army.

“There’s one more sword…” Mias suddenly looked at Darian Nightblade with tenderness.

"I will only teach you once... Use yourself as a blade, and you will be able to dominate the world!"

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"I entrust Garuda to you..."

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"Keep going..."

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"Let the world know that heroes are not only those who stand in the light!"

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"Soaring through the clouds, embracing the vast sky, its light pierces the nine sacred mountains!"

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"Your mission is infinitely glorious!"

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"Kill those totem shamans! The outcome of this battle depends on you!"

Darion Nightblade snapped his eyes open, a sharp pain in his chest reminding him that he was on a battlefield and that Uvasa's longsword had pierced his chest.

“I have one more sword…” Darian Nightblade murmured, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes unfocused.

"Long live the Empire!" Darian Nightblade's body suddenly lit up, and he immediately pulled back his Uvasa as if he had been electrocuted. He grabbed two crippled orc totem shamans and rushed into the spatial rift.

"Boom!" A violent explosion came from behind Uvasa. Uvasa felt a lightness in his hand, and when he raised his hand, he saw that he only had two severed arms left.

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