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

Chapter 88 The Orcs' Attack
"Charge!" Lance thrust his spear forward, his special training as a Swift Infantryman giving him unparalleled explosive power. At Roland's command, two Swift Infantry formations shot out like lightning, their ferocious momentum leaving even their own men behind them stunned.

"Release the arrows!" Iovia, Thranduil, and Verwy gave the order simultaneously. The elves, lined up in four rows, drew their bows, spread their arms, and released their arrows. The whistling sound of the arrows echoed through the sky!

"Holy Knights and heavy cavalry, follow me! Battanian archers, fire freely!" Renault calmly surveyed the battlefield, then led two hundred heavy cavalrymen away from the flank. Flanking attacks were always Renault's preferred tactic.

"Raise your shield!" Polger's face turned green as he watched the elven armor-piercing arrows streak across the sky like shooting stars.

"Thud thud thud~" The sound, like rain pattering on banana leaves, came from all sides, interspersed with the muffled groans and howls of the orcs. The sharp, armor-piercing arrows, under the influence of gravity, frantically tore through everything in their path. The orcs' leather and wooden shields were as fragile as paper. Only those orcs with iron shields managed to withstand some of the deadly arrows.

"Release the arrows!" the three Elf Kings commanded simultaneously. Upon receiving the order, the elves released their taut bowstrings, and another rain of arrows descended!
"Roar!" The enraged orc reluctantly lifted the corpse on the ground to use as a shield. It has to be said that the orc corpse was actually more effective than a shield in terms of defense. The corpse's tissue successfully reduced the speed of the armor-piercing arrows. When the arrowheads barely pierced through the corpse, they were basically unable to kill the orcs under the corpse.

"Pah! They really are a bunch of scum!" Roland spat as he looked at the orcs who were using the corpses of their fallen comrades as a defense. It would be fine if these inhuman orcs were all killed.

"All troops, listen to my command! Charge! Multiple arrows!" Roland raised his Dragon Slayer Sword.

The Battanian archers who followed closely behind drew their bows and nocked their arrows, their battle aura condensing into a battle aura arrow on their mithril bows, with a faint aura of battle aura flowing around the arrow.

"Whoosh!" The multiple arrows launched by the Battanian archers spun in the air and became three arrows. The battle aura gave the arrows extremely strong destructive power, but weakened their penetrating power. In an instant, the corpses or shields held by the orcs were blown to pieces by the violent battle aura, and the orcs suffered heavy casualties.

"North Wind Arrow!" Iovia immediately changed her strategy. Armor-piercing arrows now do negligible damage to orcs. The large number of orcs carrying corpses and objects to block their way are no longer something that ordinary armor-piercing arrows can penetrate.

The arrow, surrounded by wind element, spun as it left the bowstring, its powerful tearing and penetrating ability easily piercing through the orc's flesh shield.

"Heavy Arrow Strike!" Thranduil waved his hand and gave the order. The woodland elves also launched their skills to attack the orc army. The arrows, launched into the air, were amplified tenfold by the skill, and the whistling arrows, carrying terrifying penetrating power, rained down on the orc ranks...

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"King Thorin, hello King Bard. Oh! Thank goodness you're both alright!" Caslo rode his dragon and arrived at the walls of Irubor first. Looking at the walls, which were blackened and reddened by various kinds of blood, Caslo visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the two kings. He had been sent by Roland to Irubor.

Roland went to great lengths to protect the five priests from annihilation so they could receive the system rewards, since the system would declare the faction destroyed if the king died in battle.

"Huh? Where is King Dain of Ironhill?" Caslo's expression changed as he realized that King Dain was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

“My cousin was seriously injured while blocking a fifth-tier orc warrior, and he is currently recuperating in the city,” Thorin explained.

"Phew~" Caslo let out a long breath and immediately relaxed. "The allied forces have arrived. We need the help of the dwarf army and the River Valley army!"

"It's our duty!" Thorin and Bard said firmly. "Bahrin! Dwarin! Assemble the troops!"

"Kili! Fili! You two stay behind in Irubor with the wounded!" Thorin immediately assigned the tasks.

"Bard! Can you still cut off an orc's head?" Thorin winked at Bard.

“Of course! I’d be happy to help!” Bard drew his longsword and twirled it.

"Then, kings, I bless you!" Caslo bowed with his hand on his chest and rode his dragon into the orc army.

"Bang!" The giant golden bell once again ravaged Irubor's newly repaired city walls, sending flying rubble crashing into the moat outside the city and filling it in... (Moat: Have you no manners? This is the second time!)
"Kill!" Dwarves wielding warhammers and axes, and humans carrying longswords and spears surged out of the breach in the walls of Irubor, charging down the mountain towards the orc camp below.

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"These damned dwarves have finally come down the mountain! They're like pathetic rats, only good for burrowing around in their holes!" The Northern Orc High Overlord said disdainfully, looking at the dust billowing up the mountain.

"They've fought back!" A serious look appeared in Polger's eyes. Although the father and son were arrogant, bloodthirsty, and brutal, it didn't mean they were brain-dead! Even with their current numerical advantage, being attacked from both sides wouldn't end well. The dwarves' frenzied counterattack was something that all the races that had fought against them remembered vividly!

“What do we do then! These damned elven archers are too annoying! Let’s retreat to the camp!” said the orc lord.

"..." Polger glanced deeply at the great lord in front of him and suddenly felt exhausted. Was he supposed to retreat to the camp and become a target for the elves? Little did he know that going in was easy, but coming out was difficult!

"Roar! Counterattack! Tear apart the elves and humans before us! Everyone, leave the camp and meet the elves! As long as we kill them all, the North will be ours!" Polgar roared.

"Shouldn't we deal with the dwarves?" the orc high lord asked doubtfully. Although the combined dwarf and human forces that came out of Irubor to fight back numbered less than two thousand, the destruction caused by abandoning their rear camp and allowing the dwarves to directly infiltrate was still terrifying.

"Once those fly-like elves are wiped out, dwarves and humans are nothing to fear!" Polger licked his lips, a bloodthirsty and cruel light flashing in his eyes.

"Kill! Kill them all! The Age of Orcs is coming! We will rule the North! We will rule Middle-earth! All forces that resist will be reduced to dust under our might!" Polgar raised his arms and shouted. Inspired by his words, the orcs charged at the allied forces that were also rushing towards them like madmen on steroids!
"What are those orcs doing? Are they on a rampage?" Roland frowned, looking at the fanatical orcs and feeling their high morale, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Kill!" The Swift Infantry were the first to clash with the Orc Vanguard!
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