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

Chapter 972 The Battlefield of Meat Grinders!
"They're attacking!" The militia were the first to be breached. When they appeared on the city wall, their bodies wreathed in battle aura and wielding heavy battle axes, the fall of the city was inevitable!
"Thud!" The sharp battle axe fell heavily, and the militiaman wearing chainmail was no match for the powerful axe. His chest was cleaved open by the axe, and he fell to the ground convulsing.

"Drive them away! Quickly!" The Nature Guardians, covered in blood, were the only organized human professionals in Baron Ismir's territory. They were now scattered among the militia, and these loyal and brave professionals were fighting hard to stop the orcs' offensive!

Faced with a massive horde of orcs, these untrained swordsmen have little advantage at this moment. Their lack of skills is their Achilles' heel. If they could survive and pass on their skills, perhaps a new branch of swordsmanship would emerge many years later. But right now, their skills are too mediocre...

The divine fragments carried by Ismir granted them the qualifications to become professionals, but did not teach them the corresponding skills. Therefore, these swordsmen's skills were still mediocre, such as blocking and thrusting slashes, which were common melee skills that could be collected in the Kingdom of Lagrang. The only difference was that each of them was given a protective aura of the goddess of nature when they became professionals!

Now even the Goddess of Nature can no longer protect these loyal warriors! The protective aura's restoration of their fighting spirit and healing their injuries is far from keeping up with the war's drain, and nature guardians are constantly being overwhelmed by the orc "tide"! As one nature guardian after another falls, the militia they lead loses their foothold on the battlefield and is constantly pushed back, soon leading to the collapse of the entire squad. After the death of their leader, the orc professionals, now freed from restraint, wield heavy weapons and rampage through the crowd, the ordinary militia utterly powerless to stop their slaughter...

"Roar! Bang!" As the iron bar, as wide as a person, fell, the nature guardians who were fighting desperately on the city wall were suddenly turned into minced meat and embedded in the city wall, causing the entire city wall to tremble a few times.

"Roar!" The iron rod swept across, instantly wiping out the orcs and human militia within a space of more than ten meters.

"Roar!" A giant ogre clad in heavy armor revealed itself as it stepped over piles of corpses. As the giant ogre climbed the city wall, the balance of power on the battlefield gradually shifted.

"Roar!" Slouch! Slam! The giant ogre slammed wildly against the brick and stone city wall, the entire section of the wall loosening under the brute force, and the faces of the defenders on the city wall turned green!

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Kill them! Kill the ogres first!" an officer commanded.

The soldiers quickly turned their medium-sized city defense crossbows to aim at the ogres climbing up and fired.

"Bang!" The bowstring twanged, and a crossbow bolt, as sharp as a spear, shot straight toward the troll.

"Agh!" The piercing scream even drowned out the sounds of battle from the city walls. The ogre, which only managed to raise its hand to cover its face, was pierced through the chest and abdomen by an arrow. The intense pain made it roar as it fell backward and rolled on the ground...

"Good! Bang!" the officer exclaimed excitedly. Before he could finish speaking, a heavy iron bar swept across, leaving only a bloodstain and broken crossbow fragments on the spot.

"Kill! For the kingdom! For our families! For our lord!" the soldiers roared furiously, filled with loyalty to the kingdom and their homes, as they charged into the battlefield one after another.

"Whoosh!" Ymir became the pillar of strength on the city wall! As a half-giant, he was no less than any troll, and his sharp, heavy serpentine sword could even cleave an troll in two!
"Kill!" Ymir swung her longsword, and a cloud of blood mist enveloped the city wall. When the blood mist dissipated, the heads of several giant trolls disappeared as well. The headless corpses lay on the ground, twitching weakly, while a bloody light shone in Ymir's eyes, which were covered by his helmet.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Like a giant, Ymir rampaged across the battlefield, ruthlessly breaking through any orcs that tried to stop him. He even leaped off the city wall to launch a counter-charge against the orcs, each swing of his sword sending a cloud of blood mist flying, a physical dance of arms, legs, and heads flying everywhere! "Ymir!" Ismir's voice rang out, instantly calming Ymir, who had been in a state of bloodlust. He turned around and saw that the entire city wall was on the verge of collapse, with several breaches appearing in the otherwise intact walls, allowing orcs to pour in continuously, while the soldiers of Windhelm were frantically counterattacking to plug the leaks.

"We can't go on like this! The city's fall is inevitable, and the attrition from a direct confrontation is too terrifying! Retreat! We'll fight in the streets!" Ismir said, panting as he looked at Ymir. His mana was almost completely depleted. He had used druidic polymorph and was a key damage dealer for Windhelm, but his mana shortage prevented him from shining.

"Glug!" Ismir swallowed a bottle of magic potion to restore his magic power, wiped his mouth, and gave the order before Ymir could speak.

"Alternate cover! We retreat to the city!" Ismir's eyes reddened slightly.

"Try to look on the bright side, at least the people are safe!" Ismir patted Haro beside him, glanced at the Gallen ship ferrying people in the distance, and forced a smile. Fortunately, the orcs kept their eyes on Windhelm and didn't hunt down the civilians. Perhaps it was because the orcs from the west didn't see the civilians fleeing with their bags and belongings when the east gate opened, otherwise they might not have let them go. In any case, they lost their chance to capture the civilians, and now only soldiers and lords remained in Windhelm!

"Fight! For the glory of Windhelm!" Ismir took a deep breath and suddenly spoke! The roaring war bear banner of the Ismir family was raised, proof that the kingdom's nobles would fight to the death! Sure enough, as the lord's banner rose, more and more orcs poured into this place, while the troops fighting in other areas gradually retreated into the city...

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“It’s a pity your soldiers didn’t hold out for long…” Lydalias looked at Vess and let out a hoarse chuckle.

“Hoo…” Weiss glanced at Windhelm in the distance and could only see countless black tides surging into the city walls. The resistance on the city walls had almost completely disappeared. Only the noble banners of Ismir were still waving on the city walls, proving that Windhelm still had a force to resist.

"..." Weiss's heart sank a little. He never expected that these orcs would be so fearless, breaking through the fortress's defenses in such a short time! Keep in mind that Dos Anthony of Swiftstream City hadn't even arrived at the battlefield yet!

For the first time, Weiss was so eager for Antony to arrive, not only because he was about to succumb to the pressure from the Ringwraiths, but also because the King of the Mountain was constantly moving closer to him under the pressure from Khammur, wanting to join him in the defense...

“Cernar’s sword…” Lydalias suddenly caught sight of the sword in Weiss’s hand and exclaimed in surprise, then fell into a brief silence.

"So... his successor is you! Hahaha!" Lydalias's soul fire flickered a few times, and a hoarse laugh came from his skeletal mouth.

"Then I'll kill you... that traitor must be feeling pretty bad!" Lydalias grinned bloodthirstyly, and then a streak of battle aura shot towards Weiss, his entire body instantly closing in!

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