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

Chapter 89: The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road!

"Breakthrough!" Lance thrust his spear forward with all his might, the sharp chevaux-de-frise easily piercing the armor and bodies of two orcs. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the still-twitching corpses aside, and with a fierce roar, he pounced on his next target...

"Squeak~"

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

"what!"

"Boom!"

"clang!"

"Ow!"

"Boom~"

The cyan "torrent" and the black "torrent" collided, producing a deafening cacophony of friction, the clanging of shields, the snapping of spear shafts, the impact of flesh, the screams of the Swift Infantry, the clashing of weapons, the clashing of armor, and the groans of the Orcs! All erupted in an instant, the battle reaching a fever pitch from its very beginning! The Orcs relentlessly charged the Swift Infantry's lines, determined to leave a mark on their shields and armor, even if it meant being riddled with holes by their chevaux-de-frise…

"Change formation! Long snake formation!" Lance keenly sensed the orcs' madness. Seeing the elven rangers catching up behind, Lance decisively chose to change formation. Now, the swift infantry's goal wasn't to kill the enemy, but to protect these fragile rangers and archers... Looking at the elven rangers' thin chainmail and the elven archers' tight leather armor... and then at the orcs' rugged weapons and burly physiques... Lance suddenly felt immense pressure!
The Swift Infantry at the rear immediately began to run quickly, forming a thin defensive line in front of them before the orc army arrived.

"Raise your shields! Hold them off!" Seeing more and more orcs charging towards them, Lance quickly ordered everyone to raise their shields to block! A shield wall suddenly rose up! The surging black tide was held back by that thin blue defensive line and could not penetrate.

"Help! I can't take this anymore!" Lance's veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and held on tightly to the tower shield, leaving two deep furrows under the feet of all the swift infantry!

"Support fire!" Roland, seeing the struggling Swift Infantry, quickly ordered the Battanian archers surrounding him. The Battanian archers immediately stopped their blocking fire and switched from volley fire to horizontal fire.

"Thud thud thud~" The cunning and ruthless arrows pierced through the crowd, grazed the shields, and burrowed into the gaps... then embedded themselves in the throats and eye sockets of the orcs. Instantly, more than a hundred orcs collapsed to the ground, and the pressure on the entire Swift Infantry defensive line eased.

"Hold on!" Lance finally relaxed. During the shoving, the entire shield wall was almost knocked down!
"Blade Dance!" A dazzling blade of light swept over the heads of the Swift Infantry. Elven rangers, clad in yellow or blue chainmail, gracefully flipped over their shield walls, their elven scimitars tracing elegant arcs. As the blades flashed, the severed limbs and mutilated bodies of orcs flew in all directions. The once-fierce orcs froze, the gruesome sight testing their endurance. Even Roland, who was flanking from the rear, felt a wave of nausea. The smooth cuts on the severed limbs still glistened with steaming blood, the grotesque bodies twitching slightly. The writhing, dying bodies were starkly conspicuous against the white snow, the black blood glaringly bright against the snow. Even Roland, who had begun to adapt to this cruel era, couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. He frowned... "Truly ruthless..." Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen the Elven Ranger's Blade Dance skill, he was still deeply amazed. There was a reason the Elves had stood strong in Middle-earth for so long; the extreme attack gained at the expense of defense was enough to make any enemy facing an Elven Ranger's legs spin. Roland asked himself honestly, the only ones under his command who could withstand the Elven Ranger's Blade Dance skill without taking damage, and even then, they couldn't be given time to charge it up. The skill's initial animation before release was charging; if they were allowed to successfully charge it up, even the Dovenian Heavy Swordsmen's thick armor would be sliced ​​through. As for the Lagrange Knights in their standard plate armor, it would be even easier to cut them down. So, whoever the Elven Ranger was attacking knew the power of their attacks!
The irregularly swirling curved blades danced up and down, dismembering the orcs one after another with the extended blades of battle energy. The high-spirited elven rangers were preparing to press their advantage...

With a loud "whoosh," a black shadow with incredible speed darted into the Ranger's formation.

"Pfft!" The first few elven rangers to be passed through by the dark figure instantly exploded, their scattered body parts flying everywhere...

"Pfft~ Pfft~" The sound of flesh being torn apart was so clear! Nearly ten Woodland Star Elf races were pierced through by a crossbow and turned into a string of "candied hawthorns"!
"Thump!" A powerful force struck, and the crossbow bolt pierced the shield of a swift infantryman. The immense impact twisted his arm bone! The exposed bone fragments sent chills down one's spine.

"Damn it! Dragon Slayer Crossbow!" Lance's pupils contracted! After shooting down several rangers, it could still penetrate nearly ten more and still have the power to embed itself into the tower shield. Only the Dragon Slayer Crossbow had such power!

"Damn it!" Caslo's pupils constricted as he rushed to the battlefield! He froze instantly. Those damned dragon-hunting crossbows still existed? When did dragon-hunting crossbows become so worthless? Any Tom, Dick, or Harry could pull out a few? How were the dragon knights, wyvern knights, wyvern knights, and other air knights supposed to survive?
"Kardo! Pull him up! Don't go too low! You can't withstand that thing! Unless you put on adamantite dragon armor!" Caslo, sensing Kardo's resentment, quickly said. He was afraid that this silly dragon might suddenly decide to go down and cause trouble for the dragon-hunting crossbow. Dragons are naturally averse to large crossbows like the dragon-hunting crossbow, as evidenced by Kardo's unfriendly stare at the city's defensive crossbows every day.

"Roar!" With a burst of breath, Kaldor immediately ascended into the sky and hid in the clouds. Because of the great distance, the raging wind element had turned into a gentle breeze by the time it reached the orc's head.

"Dragon Rider!" Polge's eyes flashed with ferocity. He still had two dragon-hunting crossbows and had a real chance of hunting down the dragon. Unfortunately, his rider was too slippery. After failing to strike, he immediately fled and hid in the clouds, thus holding Polge and his crew back.

“Alternate fire! See if we can lure that damned reptile down!” Polger said menacingly.

"Whoosh!" Another crossbow bolt shot out. The elven rangers, now on guard, immediately dodged, but several were still killed. Although their eyes caught the flying bolt, their bodies couldn't keep up with their thoughts...

"Hunting Moon!" A blue moon and a green moon rose, and Iovia and Thranduil sprang into action. Hunting elves with dragon-slaying crossbows right in front of them? Did they think the two elven kings didn't exist? With the two flying crescent moons clearing the way, the two enraged sixth-tier hunters rushed towards the direction from which the crossbows were coming. Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere as they leaped, their blades flashing.

"What? No sportsmanship! Is the Dragon Slayer Crossbow meant for human use?" Verway's expression twisted instantly. Although he wasn't an elf, he was still an elf, and a sixth-tier hunter. As a fiery crescent moon rose, Verway, wielding the Manikati, also gave chase with a light step.

Roland was immediately drawn to the commotion of the three, then his lips twitched. What did the orc wielding the dragon-hunting crossbow have to deserve this?! To be targeted by three sixth-tier Elf Kings? May there be no Elf Kings in heaven…

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