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

Chapter 92 The Harvest After Victory
"Kill!" Renault charged forward with his lance, followed closely by a tidal wave of knights. The heavy cavalry hid behind the knights to clear out any enemies they missed. The entire iron cavalry surged forth like a torrent of steel.

"Clang!" Countless orcs were startled and dropped their weapons. Without their spiritual support, they scattered and fled like frightened animals.

"Move forward like a wall!" Renault said, looking at the crumbling orc army before him.

As the warhorses accelerated and decelerated, the wedge formation that had initially been spearheaded by Renault gradually transformed into a neat wall-like charge. The knights of the Holy Light Knights steadily raised their steel lances, while the heavy cavalry following closely behind drew their greatswords and lined up behind the knights, each greatsword gleaming with a chilling light.

"Boom!" Like a thunderbolt, the knights crashed into the orcs. The Holy Radiance Knights, whose bodies were covered in battle flames, engulfed the orcs they rammed into with their battle flames!
"Crack! Snap! Boom!" The three-layered armored Shire warhorse, weighing over a ton, rammed into the orc. The orc's bones and tendons were instantly broken upon impact, and he was then trampled mercilessly by the iron hooves. The path paved with purplish-red flesh was covered by the iron cavalry's trampling. Presumably, the flowers and plants here will be very lush next year.

"Kill!" Thorin Oakenshield, shield in one hand and Oakenshield in the other, charged forward, followed by a heavily armed dwarven army...

"Ugh!" Thorin roared, casually using his shield to block the orc's cleaver, then swung his sword and knocked it down. The sharp Beastbite Sword gleamed coldly, yet not a drop of blood touched it!

"Children of Turin! Fight! Fight! Drive them back into the abyss!" Thorin roared, the suppressed rage in his chest almost driving him mad. The days he had been pinned down on the city walls by the orcs were like a nightmare for him! He couldn't imagine what would happen if Roland and the others in the south failed to stop Azog's army... These orcs could easily trap and kill the dwarves.

"Kill! Fight! Fight! Kill them all! For our fallen kin! For those who died in the Battle of Azanubicha! Go berserk!" Thorin went berserk the moment he saw the orc totem banner fluttering in the air, as if his dead family and kinsmen were appearing before his eyes.

"Kill!" The enraged dwarves drew their weapons, their deep-seated hatred for the orcs etched into their very souls like a malignant tumor...

"Dwarves... there probably aren't many left..." Roland sighed, watching the dwarf warriors slaughtering the fleeing orc soldiers. The Battle of Lonely Mountain was probably the dwarves' last glorious moment... In both movies and games, the dwarves declined after that battle...

Who would have thought that organizing an army of several hundred dwarves during the War of the Ring was considered a large army for dwarves! This gives you an idea of ​​how quickly the dwarves dwindled...

The orcs, surrounded by the combined forces of humans, dwarves, and elves on the battlefield, were in a panic. They huddled together in a narrow space, shoulder to shoulder, their faces filled with fear, their hands trembling wildly as they gripped their weapons. Caslo, who had risen and returned from the sky, rode his dragon and swaggered above them, occasionally swooping down to breathe fire and drive them away...

"The orcs are finished!" Roland looked at the orc army that was surrounded, compressed, and slaughtered with a complicated expression. Only a very small number of orcs had escaped the battlefield and fled into the forest. The rest of the orcs were destined to become fertilizer for this land.

Roland sheathed the blood-stainless Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist. He had no interest in slaughtering the orcs who had lost their ability to resist. Although they were sworn enemies, perhaps influenced by Chinese civilization, Roland had no interest in killing orcs who were powerless to resist.

"May the Dragon God forgive them..." Ivy gently cupped her chest, lowered her head, and prayed silently. The priests of the Dragon God Temple, with their benevolent hearts, had almost no offensive skills, but instead possessed terrifying strategic healing buffs! This resulted in most of the priests of the Dragon God Temple being pacifists.

"Forgiving them is the Dragon God's business, and my task is to send them to the Dragon God!" Roland said casually, glancing at the wailing orc.

"Forgiveness and pardon depend on the circumstances and situations, and clearly, the orcs are not included. Put away your unrealistic pity; racial wars always end with one side falling. They do not deserve sympathy," Roland said calmly, his voice steady and full of authority.

"I'm sorry... Your Highness," Ivy said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Never mind..." Roland waved his hand. After all, one couldn't expect the priests of the Dragon Temple to have a high fighting spirit. Compared to fighting enemies, they preferred to walk the world healing the wounded, which was a stark contrast to the Knights of Light in the Dragon Temple, who were basically saintly figures...

Roland glanced one last time at the orcs being slaughtered in the middle, shook his head, and thought, "When will this cycle of revenge end?" Their differing ideologies destined them to be enemies. Ignoring these insignificant orcs, Roland slowly spurred his horse away from the stench-filled battlefield. ...

"Is it over?" Roland asked Caslo as he stood on the mountainside at dusk, looking at the lords who had come from all directions and the returning army.

"Yes, except for a few who escaped, they all stayed there!" Caslo pointed to the place below the mountain where flames were shooting into the sky, where piles of orc corpses were being burned.

“Let’s go to Irubor. There are still many things to discuss after the war,” Roland said. Although the battle was ultimately won, Roland was not happy at all. The Swift Infantry suffered heavy casualties, and some of the heavy cavalry were seriously injured in the counterattack. The entire Knights were exhausted and depleted of their battle energy. The military strength of the entire Swift City was at its weakest point.

"Ding-dong! The war has ended!" The system's emotionless voice rang out.

"Settlement now..." The system announced with a calculation sound.

"Congratulations, host, on winning the war!"

"Swiftstream City has not been breached! Civilian casualties rate is 0%! Reward: 500 Battanian archers! 1000 civilians of random gender."

"Random rewards are being distributed! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 30 Elnino Rangers!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 100 tons of flour!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 50 oxen!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 1 Chicken Farm!"

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 1 Magic Plantation!"

"Congratulations, host, on successfully killing Polger! Reward: 10 Elnino Rangers!"

"Congratulations, host, no allied forces were wiped out in this war. You are hereby rewarded with 5 random priests from the Dragon God Temple!"

"Congratulations to the host's allied forces for successfully eliminating more than 75% of the orc army and obtaining the artifact—the Ring of Mercy!"

"Congratulations, host, on successfully winning the Second Battle of Lonely Mountain! You have achieved the achievement—'Try Again'! Reward: Sage*1!"

A series of pleasant sounds came, and Roland's heart, which had been wounded by the heavy casualties of the Swift Infantry, felt somewhat better.

(End of this chapter)