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

Chapter 91 The Death of Borg

"..." Iovia glanced at the shattered Dragon Slayer Crossbow and then vanished from the spot in a flash. There was still another Dragon Slayer Crossbow waiting for him to deal with!

"Kill!" Verway raised the Manicati in his hand, and scorching battle flames ignited along his hand. At that moment, countless orcs felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Verway.

"Pursuit Slash!" Activating a secret technique unique to the grassland elves, Vervier flashed and instantly appeared in front of an orc warrior a hundred meters away. The sharp Manikati sliced ​​through the unfortunate warrior's battle axe like a hot knife through butter, then its skin, muscles, bones... Sensing the resistance from the Manikati disappear, Vervier activated Pursuit Slash again, appearing a hundred meters away from the orc. He was rapidly approaching Polge's direction in this way! The orc, cleaved in two, was already emitting a burnt, roasted smell where he had just stopped...

"Wind Surge!" Thranduil also spotted the orc lord. He decisively abandoned the slaughter of the minions, and with a leap, he flew into the sky. Wind blades formed from wind element appeared in the air. He lightly touched the wind blades with his feet to gain momentum, and thus, like the wind, he rushed towards the place where Polgar and the others were!

Roland, who was busy hacking away at the minions, also caught sight of Thranduil so arrogantly in the air and was speechless. "I never expected this! Thranduil, you're like this! Just float in the air, fine! But why fly so high? Like you're trying to get everyone to see you! What a show-off!"
Roland was intimately familiar with the skill "Wind Sway," knowing it had been practiced to death by countless wind element ranger players in his previous game. After all, it was one of the few aerial combat skills available to rangers! Masters who had mastered this skill could unleash a variety of intricate sword and blade techniques in the air, and it had even spawned countless aerial combat techniques. For a time, wind element rangers were incredibly popular, all because someone had used "Wind Sway" in combination with other skills to actually slay a dragon in mid-air!

"Noob!" Roland glanced at Thranduil with disdain. Although his performance was impressive, it was nothing compared to Roland's more amazing skills. Roland was not exaggerating when he said that even a top-tier marksman in his previous life could have shot him down with his stiff movements.

Unfortunately, the orcs didn't have archers of that caliber, so when Thranduil soared through the air, the orcs below were stunned into silence, while the elves erupted in thunderous cheers.

The allied forces, their morale soaring, launched a furious counterattack against the orcs. The elves, their fighting spirit ignited, made Roland frown. The orcs, flanked from both sides, were relentlessly pushed back by the roused elves wielding scimitars and arrows! Roland was realizing for the first time how terrifying the elves' close-combat abilities were!
As the last orc to charge forward was smashed in the head with a mace, the remaining orcs hesitated, for they too felt fear! They too felt terror! Faced with the unyielding shield wall and the reckless, mad elves, most of the orcs chose to retreat!
"Kill! For the Battle of the Black Gate! For our fallen kin!" After a moment of silence, the elves seemed to recall bygone days, instantly unleashing a berserk rage! Countless Star Elves and Woodland Elves bypassed the Swift Footmen at the forefront and charged towards the orcs! The hatred from three thousand years ago hadn't vanished; it had simply been deeply buried in their blood over time. The current scene directly awakened those memories hidden within their very being…

"They've gone mad!" Lance looked at the forest elves and star elves who roared out with lingering fear. They had completely abandoned their formation and identity, and only wanted to send these former enemies to hell.

"laugh!"

"Pfft!"

"Tear~"

The sounds of clashing swords echoed continuously, but most of those who fell were orcs. The demoralized orcs were overwhelmed by the elves, who swung scimitars and daggers stained with black blood at them!
"Awooo!" A shrill howl rang out, causing countless orcs to turn their heads in surprise. The one who made the sound was the Great Lord of the Northern Wasteland orcs. At this moment, it was dragging half of its body and struggling to crawl on the ground, its arms waving wildly, indicating that it wanted to get away from the "demon" behind it.

"Spare me! Don't kill me!" The orc lord, who had been cut in half at the waist by Thranduil, pleaded while spitting blood. At this moment, it could still be saved; a shaman could save its life, so it desperately hoped that Thranduil would spare it.

With a "whoosh!" Thranduil, expressionless, casually swung his scimitar. A flash of light appeared on the blade, and instantly a fine head shot into the sky, with two thick jets of black blood spurting from the head into the air.

"..." Polger felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the beheaded orc lord. He was being watched too... Valverde, carrying Manicati, was rapidly approaching him... "Roar!" Seeing the corpse lying on the ground, torn into three pieces, countless orcs from the Northern Wastes instantly turned red with rage! Their lord had been dismembered right before their eyes! A sense of destruction quietly arose amidst their sorrow.

"Stop the pursuit!" Roland felt uneasy as he watched the orcs retreating in defeat, seemingly having given up. Just to be on the safe side, he ordered the Battanian archers to cease their pursuit. After all, they weren't proper knights, and the trembling limbs of their Sharmas, known for their endurance, showed just how arduous their battle had been.

"Damn it! This is bad! It's a desperate army!" Roland's pupils contracted! Anyone from Earth, China, should have heard the ancient saying—a desperate army is bound to win!
The elves quickly paid the price for their recklessness! Facing the equally bloodthirsty orcs, the elves were soon at a disadvantage. Their numbers were small and their defenses were weak. Suddenly attacked by the orcs, the elves suffered heavy casualties. Hundreds of people from both races were killed or wounded in an instant!
……

"That's it, isn't it!" Iovia coldly pulled his scimitar from the chest of an orc. Just moments ago, he had almost been caught off guard! A dying orc had nearly fired a dragon-slaying crossbow at him! If that arrow had landed, everyone could have gotten ready for a feast...

However, Iovia was lucky; at the critical moment, he decisively swung the scimitar at his waist, pinning the orc to the ground.

……

"Is there anything else to say?" Verway pointed at Polger, who was lying on the ground, with the Manicati. The fire blades on the Manicati flickered continuously, and Polger's eyes showed despair.

"I'll be waiting for you in hell..." Polger roared unwillingly. How could a fifth-tier warrior like him possibly fight a sixth-tier hunter? He wasn't a special profession.

"Idiot!" With a swing of his longsword, Polge's words came to an abrupt halt as his hideous head rolled to the ground.

"Borg is dead!" he shouted, casually lifting Borg's head with a Manicati.

"Whoa!" Instantly, the orc horde erupted in chaos! Even their lord's revered orc king was dead! The allied forces were truly invincible! This thought crossed the minds of every orc...

"Whoosh~" Soon, the orcs, having breathed their last, scattered and fled like a herd of frightened deer. The orcs, who had just fought desperately, completely collapsed after losing their last pillar of support and became nothing more than "fat sheep" to be slaughtered!
Seeing this, Roland felt a mixture of relief and immense heaviness. He felt relieved because the war was finally coming to an end, but heavy-hearted because he saw his own reflection in Polger and the orcs… If he were to be killed one day, would his men become fish on a chopping block just like them…?

“Here we are, Riding the sky…” Suddenly, a familiar song drifted from afar. Roland smiled. He knew these orcs were finished. When Renault appeared on the battlefield, it meant that all the orcs' escape routes had been eliminated!
"Boom!" The main gate of the orc camp was pushed down! Countless dwarves and humans from Lonely Mountain rushed down...

The dull thud of iron hooves echoed across the western plains! The red lagrange flag with its golden dragon fluttered in the north wind…

(End of this chapter)