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

Chapter 87 The Shock of the Orcs in the Northern Wasteland
"We need to speed things up. That bastard Polger is really fast!" Roland watched as the scattered, messy footprints stretched towards Lonely Mountain. It seemed that the remnants of the orc army had joined up with the northern orcs outside Irubor City.

"The battle ahead could be tough! We're out of forbidden spells, so I mean we should all unite." Although Roland also thought Thranduil was a bit of a rip-off, defeating the orcs was still the most important goal. If they let the woodland elves lead the charge, it might be another disastrous defeat at the Dark Gate. After all, piecemeal tactics are the most brain-dead tactic.

"I have no objection." Bai Yi shook his head.

"We grassland elves don't care. After all, we only have this many troops, so you can do whatever you want with them!" Verway shrugged. He knew Roland wouldn't let him die in vain, so he said confidently.

“I… have no objection either.” Iovia pondered for a moment and finally agreed with Roland’s proposal. He understood that sticking together was the best way. Although the orcs were severely weakened, the orcs in the north were not seriously injured and were still pressing Irubor. Although they could not break through Irubor City, the panic and damage they brought to Irubor City were very real.

Faced with the well-disciplined orc army, the coalition forces could collapse at the slightest opening. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, but the coalition forces are not lions, and the orcs are not rabbits.

"Halt! Regroup!" Thranduil shouted, turning around.

Under the arrangement of several lords, the order of the entire allied forces was readjusted. At the forefront were 600 Swift Infantrymen wielding tower shields, followed by nearly 2000 Star Elves and Woodland Elf Rangers in square formation. 2000 Elf Archers followed behind the Rangers. Soldiers from Los Saint-Neil were arrayed on the right flank of the archers, while Renault led the Holy Light Knights, heavy cavalry, and Battanian archers to roam back and forth on the left flank. Since it could not be ruled out that something might emerge from the Dark Forest on the left, Roland decisively allocated the mobile forces to the left flank.

"Speed ​​up! We can't wait for the orcs to regroup. We must wipe them out before they can even react!" Iovia urged. He didn't want his people to sacrifice their lives to fill the orcs' bottomless pit!

"Long Lake!" The crowd exclaimed, pointing to the frozen lake in front of them. The vast lake was completely frozen, and under the sunlight, it looked like a silver mirror embedded in the earth, dazzling and sacred.

"The orcs have crossed the lake!" Lance crouched down and touched the black specks in the snow. They were the blood of wounded orcs, frozen into ice the moment the blood hit the ground by the freezing wind.

"The ice layer is thick enough to support the weight of the knights running!" Radil closed his eyes, and magic power instantly burst forth from his body, sweeping around him. Under the probing of his powerful mental energy, the half-meter-thick ice layer was clearly reflected in his mind.

"Cross the lake! Pursue the orcs!" Roland, without hesitation, led his cavalry onto the ice first...

"Goddess of Nature above! Please protect this ice layer so it doesn't break..." Verway was sweating profusely; no one had expected him to be afraid of deep water.

"Let's go! Stop dawdling!" Maple Leaf Purple looked on helplessly. A dignified sixth-tier hunter! How could he be afraid of this thing? He's not even as good as a third-tier great knight like himself.

"Pass through quickly!" Iovia said calmly.

"Cross the lake!" Thranduil said coldly. He was so angry that he only wanted to kill a bunch of orcs to vent his anger. He had been completely outmaneuvered by the orcs and had lost face in the entire North. This made the proud Elvenking feel extremely ashamed and indignant. Only the blood of his enemies could wash away his shame.

"My lord!" The sound of fleshy wings flapping came from the sky. Caslo, riding a four-legged dragon, descended from the sky. Kaldor's claws dug deep into the ice, leaving several meters of scratches before finally stopping in front of Roland.

“Borg has headed straight for Lonely Mountain! Irubor is already under siege! Dwarves and humans are fighting fiercely on the city walls! Orcs have set up a large camp at the foot of Lonely Mountain, and the situation is unfavorable for us!” Caslo quickly reported his reconnaissance findings.

"How many orcs are left in the army?" Roland asked the most crucial question.

"Nearly 20,000 people, it seems Thorin and Bard didn't manage to inflict much damage on them!" Caslo said after a moment's thought.

"How is this possible?" Roland and the others were stunned. Even Thranduil looked incredulous. Although the elves and dwarves were at odds, the dwarves' fighting prowess was acknowledged even by the elves. After all, the dwarven berserker legions, which had shaken the world, had left an indelible mark on the world during the First and Second Ages. "There are too many orc archers! At least 5000! The dwarves and the Vale people are being suppressed by the rain of arrows!" Caslo explained.

"..." Everyone was immediately shocked. This was the first time in all their lives that they had heard of the siege's ranged firepower suppressing the siege's ranged firepower.

"Slap!" Roland slapped his forehead, realizing immediately that there were hardly any proper archers among the entire dwarf race! Kili's existence was nothing short of eccentric among the dwarves, after all, dwarves who believed in strength had an unparalleled obsession with close-quarters combat that involved punches and kicks.

After spending half a day crossing Long Lake, the allied forces finally saw the ruins of Long Lake Town in the middle of the lake. Roland could clearly feel the disappointment written on the faces of the Lagrange soldiers and the sadness in their eyes... In their memories, this place was once the jewel of the Empire's northern border!

"One day, I will come back and rebuild this place!" Roland thought to himself as he surveyed the sorrowful faces of the crowd.

Finally, when the warhorse crossed the long lake and landed on the shore, Roland felt the solid ground beneath his feet and was immediately relieved. Although he knew the ice was very solid, Roland was still a little apprehensive walking on it, knowing that this Middle-earth was home to a vast number of magical beasts... Water was not a knight's forte in combat.

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“Ilub…” Thranduil murmured, gazing at the Lonely Mountain that pierced the clouds in the distance. This was his third time here. Who would have thought that he, who had refused to help the dwarves back then, would now take the initiative to rescue these dwarves he once looked down upon?

Fate! It's truly wondrous!

Lonely Mountain is close at hand, and the orcs are at the city gates. The battle that will determine the fate of the North will be decided today.

The orcs also noticed this large, menacing army. This allied human and elven force had recently annihilated a massive orc army, and the fleeing orcs had spread their fame and power to this place.

Polge stood atop the camp, quietly observing the allied forces before him. The devastating dragon knight of the enemy army was nowhere to be seen; only wyvern knights soared through the sky. This discovery reassured Polge considerably. If that dragon knight were here now, he would have turned tail and run without a second thought. But now, there was still hope of annihilating the enemy before him and avenging his father. After all, 20,000 against 5,000! The advantage was in his hands! Polge thought to himself. At the same time, the orc army that was besieging the city slowly retreated from beneath the walls of Irubor.

"Soldiers! We are about to face our toughest battle yet! We will confront tens of thousands of wasteland orcs! They are strong and powerful! They are well-equipped! And we have no walls to protect us! No dragon knights to aid us! We only have our weapons and our trustworthy comrades! But I firmly believe we can defeat them! I firmly believe the darkness will eventually dissipate at dawn! I firmly believe you are the brightest light in this dark age! For our homeland! For our people! For our future! Allied forces! Raise your weapons and crush them!" Roland raised his Dragonslayer Sword and stood at the front of the battle, shouting his impassioned speech, which instantly ignited the morale of the allied forces!
"Kill!" Roland roared, brandishing his longsword.

"Kill!" the allied forces roared in unison.

"Kill!" Roland's voice rose several decibels again.

"Kill!" The allied forces roared into the sky.

"Kill!" A heart-wrenching battle cry erupted from Roland's mouth. He then spurred his horse into a gallop, and amidst the shouts, countless afterimages swept over him, transforming into clones! One against a thousand! Activate!

"Kill!" The allied forces followed Roland's footsteps and charged towards the orcs in the distance.

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