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

Chapter 931 Camping

"Kill!" Oakrian Norman suddenly drew his longsword and slashed down with all his might. A gust of wind-type battle aura, as fast as lightning, instantly sliced ​​through an orc werewolf rider and his dire wolf. When facing an enemy at close range, a knight who has lost his speed will not be much better off using a lance than a longsword!

"Kill!" The orc wolf riders, regaining their senses, were stunned by the bloody scene before them. They howled and launched an attack on the Lagrange knights.

"Charge!" Seeing the orc wolf riders close at hand, the members of the Windrider Knights instantly displayed their strength as a top-tier knightly order! They quickly huddled together, attempting to advance their line by flanking the orcs and break through their lines. However, Oakrian Norman held no hope for this. He understood that the wolf riders, one of the orcs' elite units, were not mere cannon fodder. They might be no match for a well-organized knightly unit, but against scattered knights, the wolves beneath them could unleash their full power! After all, human knights needed to be wary of wolf pounces while defending against orc attacks!

"Gather together! Don't get separated! Don't lose speed! Pierce them!" This was Oakrian Norman's last hope. Being separated from the wolf riders in a pincer attack meant certain death! Losing speed meant being a lamb to the slaughter!

"choke!"

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously. Although they were not a formal knightly order, the Glory Skill could still be activated to provide the knights with proportional defense. With the enhancement of various skills, the knights could still withstand a few blows from the orcs' fierce scimitars thanks to their plate armor.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Oakrian Norman roared, hacking and slashing at the orcs blocking his path. However, his gaze remained fixed on the strongest orc. After all, even the aftershocks of a fifth-tier orc's battle with him could tear apart the knights behind them. As one of the few remaining assets of the Gale family, Oakrian Norman would risk his life to protect the only organized knightly order in his hands, so that Oakrian Yasuo would have sufficient confidence to inherit the empire!

"Retreat!" Chief Han Wang of the Barbarian Stone Tribe was a spineless coward. When he saw the dragon flag, his soul had already nearly left his body. When Oakrian Norman charged towards them, he appeared calm and collected, but in reality, he had been terrified for quite some time...

"Huh?" Okrian Norman, who was hacking and slashing at the orc wolf riders, suddenly noticed something was wrong. The orcs in front of him began to dodge, gradually making way for them.

"General! They've scattered and fled! Should we pursue them?" the blood-soaked knights behind him asked menacingly.

"I'll hunt you down, you son of a bitch!" Okrian Norman broke out in a cold sweat. Did they want him to die even faster? Luckily, the orc commander led the escape, otherwise a fierce battle would have been inevitable! Okrian Norman had been holding back the whole time; he hadn't even used his battle aura to unleash his skills, preparing to fight the fifth-tier orc!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Okrian Norman gasped for breath, hurriedly urging the knights behind him to run, ignoring the wounded orcs on the ground who were left to finish them off...

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"Look! Our knights have returned victorious!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso murmured to himself with satisfaction as he watched the knights galloping back in the distance.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said, swaying on the rickety horse that someone had made for him. With his excellent mental perception, he could clearly sense the tension and panic among the knights.

"Really? What could possibly happen if we kill a few spies?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso asked, puzzled.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Oakrian Norman exclaimed from afar, but he still maintained a high level of military discipline. Although he was terrified, he did not reveal any military information, otherwise, if morale were shaken, it would be a big problem.

"What's wrong?" Archduke Oakrian Yaso asked hastily after glancing at Marquis Al-Tegran Franz in surprise.

"Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!" Oakrian Norman gasped for breath before continuing. "We just... huff... encountered wolf riders! Hundreds of them! Led by a fifth-tier orc warrior!" Oakrian Norman panted.

"Damn it! I hate these scoundrels! They're absolutely disgusting!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso's eyes revealed undisguised loathing! After all, in his understanding, the group that could send out hundreds of scout wolf riders must be a large orcish tribe, probably numbering over a hundred thousand! Otherwise, they couldn't possibly support a wolf rider legion of several thousand people!

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"Damn it! Those demons are really coming! They've brought death and slaughter!" The chieftain of the Barbarian Stone Tribe trembled. The knights' relentless charge must have something to rely on! Perhaps their mages capable of unleashing terrifying calamities and their powerful knightly orders were right behind them! This made him, as the chieftain, decide to run first without hesitation!

What terrified him most was that these human soldiers had brought civilian laborers with them this time! This had never happened before! When human laborers appeared on the battlefield, it meant that humanity would have to continue fighting! Because along with the laborers arrived terrifying supplies!

By a twist of fate, both sides exaggerated the other's strength and unanimously chose to flee. Looking down at the map, the human army suddenly turned west, while the orc tribes marched eastward. The misjudgment of the situation by both sides caused what should have been an earth-shattering battle to vanish without a trace. Although the outcome of the war was already predetermined, when Grand Duke Okrian Yasor held the war mage order from the Maddug family, they had no reason to lose this battle!

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"Those orc bastards didn't catch up, did they?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso asked anxiously, watching Oakrian Ryukin fall from the sky.

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"Those madmen didn't follow us, did they?" the chieftain of the Barbarian Stone Tribe asked anxiously, looking at the wolf riders reporting back from behind.

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"It seems we've successfully shaken off those bastards!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz congratulated Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso with a cupped-fist salute.

"We've shaken them off for now!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso remained vigilant.

"Order the soldiers to cook! Prepare dinner for the people!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso gave the order to his officers. After all, these people had been following them on foot for most of the day, and many of them were already lying down on the ground. A large number of people were lying in the snow and ice. Although it was spring, the snow in the northern wasteland had not yet melted, and the earth was still covered in a blanket of white!

“I’ll go take a look!” Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz frowned, a hint of struggle in his eyes.

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"Your Excellency, why are you eating this?" A patrolling knight spotted Marquis Al-Tegran Franz mingling in the crowd, who was now unceremoniously drinking a thin porridge with a few wild vegetables floating on it from a wooden bowl! The astonished knight quickly invited him into the commander's tent.

"???" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso looked at Marquis Al-Tegran Franz, who was holding a wooden bowl, and then blinked at the others.

"Where have you been?" Oakrian Ryukin gritted his teeth as he looked at the Marquis, who resembled a beggar.