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

Chapter 971 Interception
"Be careful!" Although Ismir was angry, he knew that a dragon knight's life was far more precious. Even if all of them died, it wouldn't be as valuable as a dragon knight! As an existence capable of suppressing the fortunes of a small country, a dragon knight's deterrent power and value were far greater than that of an ordinary sixth-tier warrior. If he lost a dragon knight for his sake, he would probably be dead for the rest of his life...

“I will! I’m counting on you in the city!” Weiss nodded.

"Go, Vili!" Vis drew the Holy Sword of Sernar, and the shimmering white dragon armor quickly covered Vili's entire body. After shaking the armor to make it fit him better, Vili let out a long roar and carried Vis into the sky.

"King of the Mountains... I need your help!" Weiss called out to the sixth-tier Heroic Spirit, and the Holy Sword of Sernar pulsed with a rhythm like breathing in response to Weiss's call.

"As you wish!" The King of the Mountain's respectful voice rang in Weiss's ears.

"My lord, just go forward, leave the rest to me!" The eerie green spirit wore a crown on its head, and its ribs were visible through its tattered breastplate. A eerie green heart was beating within it!

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"Boom!" The war clouds parted, and a thunderous sound came from within. Two jet-black streaks of light collided repeatedly in the sky. There was no magic, no combat techniques! There was only the most primal hand-to-hand combat!

"Boom!" The two longswords clashed, and Weiss's hand trembled, almost breaking and losing his grip on the Sernar Holy Sword. Weiss quickly pressed down with both hands to control the sword's body. In just one exchange, he realized the gap between himself and the sixth rank. Without the dragon's blessing, the aftershocks alone could have killed him!

"Vili, cover the area below with a forbidden spell!" Weiss ordered, but Vili twisted his body and circled around, unusually ignoring Weiss's command.

“We can’t help them! You should understand that!” Vess continued to confront Lidillas.

Vis fell silent upon hearing Vili's words. The preparation time for a ranged forbidden spell was enough for the Ringwraiths to behead Vis. If Vis died, Vili wouldn't survive either, because of that damned contract! Even if Vili wasn't considering Vis, he should also consider himself. After all, Vili's dragon language magic hadn't reached the point where forbidden spells could be cast instantly; the need to maintain a stable state during the casting period was a huge weakness and vulnerability for Vis! If it were a Dragon Knight Commander, he could use his abilities to protect the dragon and ensure a smooth casting, but clearly, a third-tier Dragon Knight still required the dragon's intervention…

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"Where did this wandering ghost come from?" Khamur looked at the mountain king in front of him with great interest. This old and dilapidated old man-like undead was indeed not very appealing, unless you ignored his sixth-order aura.

"No matter where you are, leaving you here is enough!" The King of the Mountain drew a rusty Soul Sword, a hint of contempt flashing in his pale pupils. As a former king of a tribe, he also possessed his own glory and pride!
"You can't beat me! Who gave you the courage? That snot-nosed reptile in the sky?" Before Kehamur finished speaking, he urged the Nightmare beneath him to charge, raising the octagonal chain hammer in his hand that exuded a strong evil aura. Amidst the clanging of chains, the power of the war clouds was amplified on his body, and the crimson soul fire flickered eerily.

"The king is unstoppable!" The King of the Mountain chuckled hoarsely, and with a sudden pull on his crotch, a ghostly horse, its body rotting and its flesh peeling away, sprang up from beneath him. The King of the Mountain, sitting on the saddle, grinned and raised his greatsword high above his head.

"Bang!" The moment the two passed each other, the space suddenly shrank and then twisted and collapsed into a ball, a spatial rift appeared, and began to suck in the surrounding soil and grass!
"..." The King of the Mountain silently stared at Khamur. Although his appearance was perfectly normal, a closer look would reveal a fine crack in the longsword in his hand! As a manifestation of his soul power, this soul sword had been damaged! "How did the undead get involved with this kingdom? Interesting! You shouldn't be here. This isn't the world of the dead!" Khamur's soul fire flickered in his eye sockets as he spoke with a hint of mockery.

"Ridiculous!" The King of the Mountain's sword blazed with green light, charging towards Khammur once more. A Ringwraith actually telling a Heroic Spirit that this wasn't the world of the dead? Could there be anything more laughable? One might think the Heroic Spirit representing protection was the villain...

With a "whoosh!" A sword beam several meters long suddenly shot out, and the unsuspecting Kehamur was struck in the chest, with specks of green soul fire burning on his breastplate.

"Heh!" A hint of seriousness finally appeared in Kehamur's eyes. He reached out and brushed away the burning green flames on his chest, abandoning his contempt for the strange undead in front of him.

"Then you...you'd better hold me off! Otherwise...he'll die—very soon!" Khammur looked at Ves, who was still fighting with Lydalias in the sky, and laughed happily.

"Kill!" The King of the Mountain was silent for a few seconds before charging fiercely at Kehamur again.

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"Fire!" Ymir commanded the infantry to fire. His tall stature and wide field of vision made his mountain-like figure stand out prominently on the city wall.

"Clang! Clang!" After a series of crackling sounds, all the incoming arrows were deflected by the Blood Mist Armor!

"My lord, they're attacking!" Haro's eyes were filled with anxiety. These fearless orcs had carved a bloody path through the enemy lines, with thousands of orcs falling on the way. The only four medium-sized crossbows on the city wall had been deployed, each shot creating a bloody trail, but they still couldn't stop the orcs' offensive! The orcs had already placed siege ladders on the city wall.

"Kill!" As soon as the orcs showed their heads, the guards thrust their spears at them. With screams, several orcs fell to the ground and were then swallowed up by the vast sea of ​​people.

"There are too many orcs! They're spreading out to both sides!" a soldier said anxiously.

"The moat is too shallow! It can't stop them at all!" A soldier looked down at the charging orcs with some fear, after all, these orcs had actually used corpses to build several "bridges" to cross the moat.

"Kill! Windhelm garrison! Fight to the death!" Ismir roared, having decided to fight to the death with the city!
"Oink oink oink!" With the rapid grunts of the boars, several goblin knights raised their lances and charged up the city wall. Relying on the agile movement of the boars, the goblin knights quickly swept away a group of orcs trying to climb the city wall.

"Quickly provide support to other areas!" Ismir commanded. His hundreds of goblin knights were his only mobile force, now running around the city like firefighters!