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

Chapter 880 Empty Seal - Time Stop!

"I'll risk my life to stop them?" As soon as Doss said that, all the dragon knights present stared at each other in disbelief. How could they possibly stop these griffins that were scattering in all directions?
"Catch as many as you can! Catch them!" Roland gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He was clearly preparing to take matters into his own hands and fish in troubled waters. After all, if he dragged it out any longer, he would end up with nothing. The dozen or so griffins that Green Hell had successfully imprisoned were obviously not enough for Roland to use this time.

"Screech!" With the mournful cry of the griffin leader, the once massive flock of griffins instantly scattered, fleeing in all directions. Their graceful, ethereal movements astonished Roland, leaving him in awe of these strangely shaped darlings of nature! Leaving aside the dragons, griffins truly achieved a perfect combination of the strength of a lion and the agility of an eagle! Wind magic granted them even greater speed! Lightning magic granted them even greater destructive power!

"Time Stop!" The obscure dragon language was deep and long, and an ancient aura, as if traversing eternity, immediately spread out.

"Crack!"

Silent the world! Listen to the sound of time shattering!
"A forbidden spell for spacetime?" Dos raised his eyelids, clearly shocked. As a golden dragon, although he possessed the power to use all attributes, he could not wield all forbidden spells with ease. At least, the forbidden spell for spacetime was his weakness!

"Void Seal! Time Stop! Twilight Dragon!" The Smurf turned his gaze to the distant spotlight that had shielded everyone in front of him. He was currently suspended in the air, with pale golden spacetime dragon power transforming into obscure dragon language spell characters floating in the air. A huge and illusory six-pointed star hourglass pattern appeared behind him, with sand constantly flowing away on it.

"What are you looking at me for? Go get him!" With a wide grin, the support unleashed his ultimate, crowd-controlling the entire enemy team! Who's the boss this game?! Putting everything else aside, Roland will be offering him cigarettes when they get back!

"Quickly! Catch them!" Roland, who had just reacted, pointed at the griffins that were hovering motionless in the air, his hand trembling.

"The hourglass flipping skill has failed! Quick! Catch those griffins whose hourglasses are almost empty! Those are high-level adult forms!" Dos said anxiously.

Besides the illusory hourglass that appeared behind Chasing Light, there was also a small hourglass flowing above the heads of the other griffins. The hourglass behind Chasing Light cut through space, turning this place into a separate space independent of Middle-earth! The hourglass above the heads of the griffins, on the other hand, stopped time!

As a forbidden spell that forcibly distorts the laws of a plane, its disruption of the spacetime order is the most serious! Therefore, it will be subjected to a frenzied backlash and devouring by the will of the plane. So, this forbidden spell can actually only be effective for a very short time, about three or four minutes. After that, its core will collapse because it cannot withstand the laws of the plane!
"Finally caught you! I'll have to treat you properly! I'm from the land of etiquette! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Roland pulled out a stick, enchanted it with an earth-shattering spell, and slammed it down on the griffin's head. Doss then followed up with a vine trap, quickly completing the assembly-line process of stunning, binding, and free-falling the griffin!
"boom!"

"Tear!"

While the others weren't as incredibly efficient as the "Land of Etiquette" duo, they were still quite efficient. The griffins could only watch helplessly as a giant dragon roared over and then used various means to knock them down from the sky!

"Eek! I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich! Oh ho ho ho!" Roland, riding a golden dragon and "packing up" in the air, was like Fan Jin after passing the imperial examination. He started to "twitch" all over, and his mouth was almost showing his back teeth!
Each knock made a resounding thud! Each knock brought a burst of joy. It proved that since these griffins were unable to resist, it didn't take more than a few minutes—less than two minutes—for the seven dragons and six people to be knocked unconscious by the griffins!

"Hehehe!" Roland jumped off the dragon saddle, licked his lips, and revealed a lewd smile, his expression just like that of a dog thief.

"Take it easy, you're drooling!" His wife, Nyx, poked Roland's waist with a hint of disgust, her expression revealing her helplessness and exasperation. "Hehehe! My wife's struck it rich! Our son's future main force in the aerial cavalry is here!" Roland rubbed his hands excitedly. He knew that although the kingdom had formed a dragon swarm, given the dragon race's clumsy breeding ability and population growth rate, it was uncertain when the dragon knightly order would be formed. But the birth of the griffon knightly order was just around the corner! Griffins take at most a few years to reproduce, while dragons take at least ten years! Fortunately, the survival rate of the offspring raised in captivity would definitely be higher than in the wild, since unhatched dragon eggs and young dragons often die in the wild due to various accidents! However, with the kingdom taking over and having dedicated caretakers, so many accidents would certainly be avoided!
"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and get these griffins back!" Nyx looked at the griffins lying all over the place with a headache. After all, these griffins were only temporarily subdued. If they weren't brought under control quickly, it would be troublesome once they recovered!
"No problem, watch me!" Roland immediately showed off. After all, he possessed a system, so what did it matter to the system if other spatial equipment couldn't hold living creatures? As Roland's large hand swept across the area, the griffins disappeared from everyone's sight. Then, notifications popped up in Roland's system: Adult griffin +1... Young griffin +1...

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"What happened, Your Highness Thorin!" Legolas rushed to Lonely Mountain.

"What's wrong, Legolas? What happened?" Thorin, who was looking at Legolas with a bewildered expression in the hall, asked in surprise as Legolas rushed over.

"Why did you suddenly come here?" Thorin asked Legolas, puzzled. Although Thorin disliked Thranduil, the stoic Elvenking with "autism," he was still very enthusiastic about Legolas, who had done his best to help the dwarves in the Battle of Lonely Mountain.

"Roland...Why have King Roland's dragon knights suddenly gathered and headed north? What happened in the north?" Legolas' eyes were filled with longing.

"The North? Roland? Dragon Knights? What are all these things? Is there any movement at the border beacon towers?" Thorin tilted his head and gestured to his nephews, Kiri and Fili, beside him.

"Wait a moment!" The two exchanged a glance, then grabbed their torches and ran toward the steps of the main hall. Soon, their figures disappeared from sight.

“There’s no movement at all! The sentries have never seen any smoke from the beacon tower!” A moment later, the two men returned with torches.

"Hmm...would you like a sip?" Thorin took a sip of wine to warm himself up, shrugged, and gestured to Legolas.

"And this is..." Thorin then saw Aragorn behind Legolas and immediately became interested in the handsome and tall Aragorn. After all, when did elves start mingling with humans?

"Chief of Dúnedan, Thorongir!" Legolas hesitated for a moment before readily uttering Aragorn's alias.

"Welcome, both of you. But there is certainly no problem in the North. Could you have made a mistake?" Thorin gestured for the two to sit down and have something to warm up before asking again.

“No, it wasn’t just the two of us who saw those dragons flying around; everyone along the entire Los Santo Nie city and the Long Lake could see them!” Legolas shook his head.

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