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

Chapter 90 The Battle of Bows and Crossbows
"Die!" Iovia's eyes flashed with ferocity as she swung her scimitar straight at the neck of an orc berserker blocking her path. A crisp sound of a throat snapping rang out, but Iovia didn't even glance at it before leaping towards the money. Yes, true elves never look at the results of their attacks!

With a whoosh, as Verway wielded the Manicati sword, spinning and leaping, several orcs surrounding him were instantly cleaved in two, weapons and all. The Holy Sword of Elven Fire was utterly unreasonable against ordinary weapons; armor was sliced ​​through, and blood gushed forth!
"Clang! Thud!" Thranduil wielded his two scimitars with impenetrable speed, casually plunging them into the bodies of two orcs. Thranduil then used the momentum of the corpses to dodge the spear that was originally aimed at him.

"Boom!" A loud explosion came from Verway, and the smoke and dust that rose up immediately obscured everyone's vision.

"Earthflow Trap!" Radil slammed his staff heavily on the ground, and a powerful magical wave erupted from the center of Radil.

"Oh?" The orcs, who were swept by the magical fluctuations, froze. Confused, they looked down at their feet and realized that their calves were already stuck in the mud!

"Pfft!" Lance raised his hand and stabbed a half-orc with his spear, then turned around and glanced at Radil, who was standing behind him, activating his magic.

"Good job!"

"War-level control magic!"

"Now the orcs are really easy targets!"

Seeing the orcish alliance struggling to move and stuck in the ground, they let out excited shouts. Radil's skill controlled the ground beneath the enemy's feet, and when they stepped into the skill's range, they would immediately find themselves unable to move, as if they were in a quagmire.

"Attack!" Roland and White Wing hurriedly issued the order, as they were the only ones in command since the Elf Kings were not present.

Roland, being an insider, knew his own situation. The war spells cast by Radil now covered an entire square kilometer of the battlefield, consuming tons of magic! A war mage's total mana could only last about two minutes. Of course, Radil probably wouldn't maintain it for two minutes; he just hoped to quickly open a breakthrough for the allied forces. Using up all your mana on the battlefield was not a good choice.

"Advance!" Lancelot charged forward, shield in hand and spear raised.

"Kill!" Upon receiving the order, the Swift Infantry followed closely behind, bypassing the Elven Rangers and catching up. In an instant, the incredibly long-range Swift Infantry launched a massacre against the Orcs. It was so much fun to poke these stationary targets with their 5-meter-long chevaux-de-frise!
"Quick! Speed ​​it up! The magic effect is about to disappear!" Lance said, sensing the rapidly returning magic power.

"Roar! Kill these scum!" The enraged orcs roared as they charged toward the Swift Infantry who had just wreaked havoc.

"Form ranks!" Lance's gaze sharpened.

"Bang bang bang~" One after another, the heavy tower shields were stacked together, and in an instant, a flat shield wall appeared at the front of the battlefield!

"Tilt the shield at 45 degrees! Crouch down!" Lance roared.

The shield wall suddenly dropped, and all the Swift Footmen braced their shoulders against the shields. The menacing orcs surged forward like a tsunami. Except for the orcs twitching on the chevaux-de-frise, the others were pushed against the shields by the orcs behind them. The elven ranger following behind the Swift Footmen instantly smiled. From the elf's position, the orcs' unprotected calves were exposed...

"Crack!" The gleaming scimitar flashed like lightning, and the crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. The orcs who had rushed up the sloping shield wall were all cut off in the lower legs, and they rolled down with howls. The orcs crowded in front of the formation were thrown into chaos.

"Tsk! We should have equipped the Swift Infantry with longswords!" Roland said regretfully, looking at the chaotic orcs. In this melee, the Swift Infantry's slender chevaux-de-frise had no room to maneuver. Each chevaux-de-frise was already piled high with orcs shoved onto by their own men. Most Swift Infantry had been forced to abandon their increasingly heavy chevaux-de-frise and instead draw their maces to fight the orcs. However, the speed and agility of maces were far inferior to longswords, making them inefficient in this situation. "Watch the flanks!" Lance exclaimed in alarm. Because the Swift Infantry were outnumbered, some orcs had bypassed the unyielding Swift Infantry in front and attacked from the flanks. On the flanks were the lightly defended elven rangers and archers.

"Badanian archers! Charge with me!" Roland gritted his teeth as he watched the elves engage the orcs in close combat. He could only hope that Renault's cavalry could successfully outflank the orcs...

"Thump thump thump!" Amidst the dense and heavy thud of hooves, Battanian archers, wielding arm shields, swung their mithril armor-piercing hammers and entered the battlefield like heavily armored cavalry.

"Heavy cavalry!" The orc felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the Battanian archers billowing thick smoke! (The insignia of the Knights is that both rider and horse are shrouded in the same battle aura, so they generally don't mistake one for another knight or cavalry, unless the commander of this army is exceptionally cunning and only activates his Glory skill when engaging in battle.)
Upon hearing the shrill scream, Roland's face, protected by his visor, twitched involuntarily. What the hell, heavy cavalry? Sure enough, the Battanian archers in their heavy armor were incredibly deceptive. More importantly, the Battanian archers' horsemanship was definitely not bad. After all, how bad could the horsemanship of an archer who could use galloping arrows on a galloping warhorse be?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With the battanian archers' powerful swings, the centrifugal force caused the mithril-forged armor-piercing hammers to contain terrifying kinetic energy in their heavy heads. As the mithril armor-piercing hammers made contact with the orc heads, blood splattered like exploding watermelons, black blood mixed with brain matter flying through the air. The crisp sound of skulls cracking was chilling. Though there were a hundred of them, none could stop them!

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"Die!" Valve's hands trembled as he took a hit from a dragon-hunting crossbow bolt, but he was still no ordinary orc or professional who could stop him. After slicing two orcs who were about to launch a sneak attack in half with a single sword strike, Valve knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you alright, Lord Verway?" Thranduil returned with a frown, deflecting several arrows that were launched at him.

"He won't die!" Verway's expression suddenly changed, and he sprang up from his knees.

"Boom!" The next second, a thick crossbow bolt came flying through the air and hit the spot where he had been standing.

"Stars twinkle!" Iovia's expression turned cold, and his body instantly became ethereal, appearing a hundred meters away in an instant. Where he had been standing, a crossbow was twisted and embedded deep in the earth.

“They have at least two small dragon-hunting crossbows!” Thranduil said coldly. Luckily, the orc didn’t hold back, otherwise being hit by one of these things would have been fatal!

Little did anyone know, Polger was also in a difficult position! He could see the three flying crescent moons reaping the lives of orcs from afar; he wasn't stupid! Who didn't recognize the signature universal skill of a Tier 6 Hunter? Hiding his skills at this time would be tantamount to courting death.

"So you were hiding here!" Iovia's unique elf superhuman vision allowed him to see the dragon-hunting crossbow hidden in the crowd. He revealed a cold smile, casually sheathed his scimitar, and took a finely crafted longbow from behind his back.

He fondly stroked the bow, his father's bow, named Lodenan. It was a pinnacle of epic-level weapons, poised to become legendary. But drawing this bow came at the cost of life force! Each time the bowstring was drawn, it absorbed the wielder's life force, transforming it into an arrow. Those struck by the arrow suffered not only physical injury but also the loss of life force and soul power. This bow was also known as the "Funeral Song of Life." Iovia's father had fought with this very bow, ultimately sacrificing himself after his life force was drained. If even the Elf King's formidable life force could be drained, one could only imagine the ferocity of that battle!
"Hiss~" The azure arrow flew swiftly from the bowstring, the entire arrow as breathtakingly beautiful as a work of art, just as dazzling as the life force it absorbed!
The moment Iovia released the bowstring, her face paled slightly! The arrow flew out silently, appearing only as a blue blur to the naked eye…

"Boom!" The surging life force raged outwards, its pure vitality instantly churning the space, and spatial rifts subsequently appeared on the spot...

Before it could make a sound, the entire Dragon Hunter Crossbow and the orc beside it were instantly torn to pieces by the spatial rift!
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