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

Chapter 80 Swift Current! Swift Current!
"Holy crap! Iovia, is your dragon knight's forbidden spell really that long-lasting?" White Wing crouched down, gritting his teeth and staring intently at the star power that kept sweeping past overhead.

"You think forbidden spells are just for instantly killing enemies? Many forbidden spells cause continuous damage!" Iovia rolled her eyes as she leaned against the city wall.

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As early as when Skye activated Dragon Star Meteor, both Azog and his son Polge felt the heart-palpitating fluctuations. One of them instantly activated his skill, smashing through the ground and burying himself deep underground, while the other fled frantically to a distance from the landing point.

"Pfft!" A hand emerged from the ground, and then Azog, his body tattered and battered, crawled out of the rubble. After spitting out the dirt in his mouth, Azog stared blankly at his surroundings.

"Roar!" The furious pale orc was deeply enraged by the scene of corpses strewn across the ground before him. Burning with rage, he raised the enchanted warhammer in his hand and roared.

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"This is impossible! The Dragon Knight has vanished beneath this starry sky!" Polger exclaimed in utter shock as he stared at the raging starlight.

In his memory, the ancient profession of dragon knight had disappeared with the falling out between the dragons and humans! Apart from a few evil dragons who joined the dark side, most of the dragons in the order-guarding side retreated to Dragon Island in the western sea and lived in seclusion on the isolated Dragon Island.

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"Roar!" As the forbidden spell ended, Skye, who had been frozen in mid-air during the spellcasting, found his target again and unleashed a torrent of dragon breath carrying the power of annihilation.

"Unforgivable!" Azog angrily lifted a tilted dragon-hunting crossbow, and with a mighty pull of his muscular arms, he casually pulled open the crossbow, which normally required several orcs to draw.

"Bang!" As it pulled the trigger, the black arrow shot out instantly, heading straight for Peter Gro and his group.

"Ski! Black Arrow!" Peter Groh's mental connection with Skee vibrated violently as he urgently warned the Star Dragon of an impending crisis.

"Whoosh~" His two broad and powerful wings spread out in the wind, and his dragon tail swung, instantly changing his flight direction.

"Hiss~" The ear-piercing sound of the black arrow scraping against the air came from Skye's side. Peter Gro and Skye narrowly avoided the black arrow. They could even clearly feel the heat as they passed by the black arrow and the sharpness of its tip! Don't forget, there was still a black arrow stuck in Skye's body.

"That damned ant is over there!" The dragon's vertical pupils clearly reflected Azog's figure, supporting the dragon-hunting crossbow.

"Hoo... Roar!" As the dragon inhaled violently, the dragon flames instantly entangled with the air. With the dragon's chest contracting rapidly, a dazzling dragon breath shot out, heading straight for Azog.

Azog dropped his dragon-hunting crossbow in terror and turned to run. With a few leaps, he appeared dozens of meters away, dodging the oncoming dragon breath. Sge casually tilted his head, and the dragon breath changed its trajectory and continued to chase Azog.

"Bang!" The distinctive tearing sound of the black arrow rang out, and a black light struck the flying star dragon with lightning speed.

Sensing a deadly threat, Sgei struggled to flip in the air, but the black arrow still pierced the fleshy membrane of its right wing. "Roar!" the Star Dragon roared in anger. This damned ant had actually fired a black arrow without a heavy crossbow.

This brings us to another characteristic of the Black Arrow: versatility! The numerous wind magic spells covering it allow the user to launch it without a launcher! As long as you have superhuman strength, you are perfectly capable of throwing the Black Arrow by hand, with the same effect as firing a heavy crossbow! And just as he seized the opportunity, Azog turned around and threw a Black Arrow!
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"What a pathetic dragon rider!" Renault's eyes widened and his mouth twitched. He was completely stunned by Peter Gro's "exquisite" dragon-riding skills.

"Cough cough, after all, elves don't have the profession of knight... it's already pretty good." Lance covered his head.

“There’s absolutely no trace of a dragon knight here! It’s more like a ranger being carried on a dragon’s back than a dragon knight…” Roland looked thoughtfully at Peter Gro and the Star Dragon in the sky, who were working together awkwardly. After all, the Star Elves, who had lived in peace for three thousand years, had basically never experienced a major war. Peter Gro, who had not been tempered by war, was of course just someone who had a rank but no matching combat awareness.

“This shouldn’t be considered a dragon knight… more like a dragon warrior!” The knowledgeable Radil ended the magic that was protecting everyone and looked at Peter Gro and the Star Dragon in the distance.

"Dragon Knight?" Roland suddenly recalled a rumor from the game that not all professionals who ride dragons can be called Dragon Knights. For example, Alita, the priestess in the Dragon God Temple, was called Dragon Priestess. It seems that Peter Gro is creating a new advanced profession.

“The path of the pioneers is not easy…” Ivy said worriedly, holding her scepter. It seemed that she understood that Peter Gro was a pioneer, just like the dragon priest of her temple!
“They’ve retreated…” Lance frowned as he watched the Star Dragon stagger towards Los Sannier.

"They did their best. Three black arrows were enough to severely injure the Star Dragon. After all, the Star Dragon is not a dragon race known for its physical defense. Their defense mostly comes from their impenetrable Dragon Barrier." The knowledgeable Radil sighed. The young dragon warrior had ultimately suffered from his lack of experience.

"It's time for us to make a move!" Renault grinned as he looked at the chaotic orc army in the distance. Because they were scattered to avoid the attacks of dragon breath and forbidden spells, they no longer had any concept of formation. They had lost their grassroots commanders.

"It's time to end this ridiculous war!" Lance took a deep breath and gripped the chevaux-de-frise tightly.

"Assemble my army! Let's send them on their final journey!" Roland coldly glanced at the scattered orcs and said in a chilling voice.

"Holy Knights! Assemble!" Renault mounted his warhorse, raising his lance high, the red banner with gold dragon stripes on it fluttering in the wind.

"Swiftflow Legion! Assemble!" Lance commanded, raising the green banner with blue stripes.

"Huh? The Grip of Swiftness?" Roland looked at the banner with some surprise. That banner was a high-level war magic artifact exclusively for Swift Infantry, and its attached effect was Brave Heart—Swift Infantry led by the banner would be fearless in the face of death! Movement speed +50%! But Roland quickly realized that this thing was standard equipment for the Swift Legion. Every Swift Legion had this thing. In the Lagrange Empire, this thing was not scarce at all, and could even be considered a high-level consumable. After all, the Swift Legion had wiped out countless units, and those battle flags were basically destroyed in the war. The fact that the Empire could replenish the battle flags for each legion at any time showed that the production of this thing was not low.

"Woo woo woo~" As the war horns sounded, the Roland Army slowly appeared on the horizon, and figures flashing with cold light came from the east!

"In the name of the Swift Stream! Charge! For His Highness! For our homeland! For our allies! Swift Stream Infantry, advance!" Lance waved his hand, and five 300-man Swift Stream Infantry squares immediately sprang into action, quickly forming a forest of chevaux-de-frise as they ran!

"Tell the orcs! My Swift Infantry have returned! Tremble, orcs!" Roland shouted.

(End of this chapter)