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

Chapter 794 Dragon Falls, Hero Meets
"Madmen! They're all madmen!" Uvasa roared furiously, staring at the severed arm in his hand. The spirit of these reptiles from the human kingdom, who would rather die than give up a piece of flesh from him, terrified Uvasa. This was the first time he had ever felt fear towards this kingdom; it was the power of fanatics!

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"Mogus! Darion!" Duke Joelster stood on the city wall, his voice trembling, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing down his hands.

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"Darian? Mogus?" Adolf Heinrich turned around abruptly. Just after his two loud bangs, a total of seven sixth-tier auras disappeared from the south. It was obvious who was among them...

"How could this be?" Maple Forest Orchid, who had repelled the Ringwraith's attack, stared blankly to the south.

"Whoosh!" Before he knew it, Seven Commandments' spear had pierced his skin, and black smoke rose from the wound.

"Uvasa!" Caslo's eyes widened in fury; even a fool could guess where Uvasa had gone.

“Kill them!” Omske’s silence was terrifying.

"Kill!" Verway was a man of few words and ruthless actions. He swung his Manicati sword in a wide arc, slashing wildly in all directions at the sixth-tier enemies. Even dogs passing by would get hit by several swords.

"Roar!" The two dragons roared angrily, both to vent their anger and to bid farewell to the kingdom's sixth-tier sacrifice.

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“South…” Roland looked south, panting, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He looked at Adolf Heinrich, hoping to get the answer he wanted.

"..." Adolf Heinrich sensed the power of the current rules, then slowly nodded and shook his head at Roland.

“They succeeded. The clear skies will soon be lifted, but Darian and Mogus are probably…” Adolf Heinrich’s eyes dimmed slightly, and he didn’t finish his sentence.

"Kill! Kill the sixth-tier Earl! Kill the Ringwraith Marquis! Kill the Duke of Uvasa! Slaughter them all! Kill!" Roland roared at the crowd, his voice even drowning out the battle cries. Only then did the crowd remember that Roland, whom they considered a weakling, was also a fourth-tier Holy Dragon Knight!
"Hold on! The Great Forbidden Curse is about to dissipate!" Adolf Heinrich's voice echoed across the battlefield. Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and instantly felt hopeful for the future. After all, the Great Forbidden Curse wouldn't dissipate immediately; even the aftershocks would take half an hour to subside. As long as they could get through this most difficult time, the kingdom's forbidden curse would teach these bastards a lesson!

"Kill them! We won't be able to leave if we don't kill them!" Uvasa appeared behind Seven and Eight with a gloomy expression.

"The clear skies of the south have been broken, and all the totem shamans have perished!" Uvasa explained to the two Ringwraiths with a dark expression.

"Then kill!" Seven and Eight exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. The shadow of war was gathered by the three Ringwraiths, and the entire sky turned black. It was clear that the Ringwraiths were prepared to fight to the death! After all, if they didn't cripple the Kingdom of Lagrange this time, they would have no good days ahead!

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"Pfft!" Verway spat out a mouthful of blood. The injuries inside his body had severely affected the circulation of his battle qi, and every time he twisted his body and swung his weapon, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Pfft!" A sword light flashed behind him as Uvasa silently drew his longsword and plunged it into Verway's back.

"Cough cough!" Verway staggered a few steps before being hit on the head with a hammer. The sound of bones breaking rang in his ears, and his vision went dark. He collapsed to his knees, powerless.

"Van... Er... Wei!" He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but his heavy eyelids only allowed him to make out that it was a knight in silver armor.

"I'm so tired... Where am I... I'm on the battlefield... Let it end like this, I'm sorry... Roland, I'll return this holy sword to you..." With his last bit of willpower, Verway grabbed Manicati.

"Boom!" A battle aura self-destruction that caught everyone off guard exploded in the crowd. The sixth-tier Dongyi people surrounding Vanville were all blasted away, and the sixth-tier Kingdom members and the two giant dragons in the distance were also unexpectedly thrown far away. Only Omske, who came to rescue him, was covered in wounds from the blast. Fortunately, he had stacked the defensive skills of a Paladin, a Priest, and himself, making his defensive power almost monstrous. Apart from his broken left arm, he was unharmed. "What happened!" The dust-covered Maple Forest Orchid spat out the dirt in his mouth in shock.

"Where are they? Are they all alive?" Caslo also got up.

"Charlie Prosper! Where the hell are you?" Maple Forest Orchid searched anxiously.

"Thank you, Dragon God!" Charlie Pros, who had been hiding under Vili's wings, emerged.

“Vanville! Omsk! Where are you…” Caslo turned his head and saw Omsk, who was staggering and holding two swords. The long sword in his left hand, as red as fire, was none other than Manicati of Vanville.

"Kill!" Fenglin Youlan felt an unnamed rage ignite in his chest, anger filling every nerve in his body. He wanted to kill! He wanted to kill many people!
"Pfft!" The dust-covered orc overlord had just gotten up, still dizzy and unsteady, when the Dragon Slayer Sword, shining with holy light, severed his head. Even in death, his expression was one of utter astonishment.

"Clang!" Uvasa intervened and intercepted Maple Forest Orchid, who was about to reap the rewards. If no one had stopped this Dragon Knight Commander, even all the sixth-tier Dongyi people present would not have been enough for him to kill one-on-one.

"Defense!" Omske roared at Charlie Pros.

"Duang!" Charlie Pros was sent flying backward. Seven Rings swung his spear, but his attack failed, so he wanted to press his advantage.

"Roar!" Azure dragon breath engulfed the Seven Rings' Aten Nafi.

"Roar!" Suddenly, the azure dragon breath stopped abruptly, and then scalding dragon blood gushed out from Kaldor's mouth.

"Cardo!" Caslo pounced on him.

"Pfft!" The Eastern barbarian warrior clinging to Cardo's chest was sent flying by Caslo's spear and landed at Charlie Pros's feet.

"Bang!" Charlie Pros swung the Holy Scripture and smashed his head into a pulp, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.

"Kardo!" Caslo stared at Kardo, trembling. A hole the size of a bucket had been torn in his chest, and a glaring black arrow was embedded in Kardo's heart. Noble dragon blood had engulfed Caslo, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

“Charlie! Help! You dwarf, I curse your ancestors for eight generations!” Caslo roared madly.

"Damn it! Pfft!" Charlie Pross was about to pounce on Kaldor with his healing skill in hand when a flying spear pierced through his shoulder blade and pinned him to the ground.

"Bajie! Omske, what are you doing!" Charlie Pros cried out in pain, while struggling to pull out his spear.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Charlie Pross limped over, dragging his battered body.

"Buzz!" The light-based healing spell dissipated immediately after being applied to Kaldor.

“This…” Charlie Pros lowered his head in shock, only to find that the ground was covered with dragon blood.

"I'm sorry..." The charlatan looked at Caslo, who was crying blood from his eyes, at a loss, and was so frightened by his appearance that he sat down in the dragon's blood.

“Calm down, Your Excellency Caslo…” Charlie Pros said, his voice trembling.

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