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

Chapter 974 Rescue Arrives!

"..." The silent body suddenly emitted a terrifying surge of battle aura! The terrifying soul pressure even caused the dark clouds of war to recede somewhat!

"King of Glory... the glory of heroes... cannot be trampled upon!" The turquoise battle aura roared and tore through the dark clouds of war. Caught off guard, Khammur hurriedly raised his arm to block in front of him.

"Bang!" A crisp sound like shattering glass rang out, and a sharp, ribbon-like blade sliced ​​through the darkness! Khammur's soul fire trembled in shock. In his astonished soul fire, he saw the various Ringwraith armors on the King of the Mountains, which was engulfed in green flames, crumble into pieces, and the eerie green soul fire reignited.

As the dark armor melted away as quickly as snow meeting hot oil, Khammur's soul fire flashed with surprise for the first time.

"No...this is impossible! How could the power of the Rings be broken?" Khammur was utterly shocked. Only a few years had passed? The power of the Three Rings had been broken by two people in succession? Had the Rings' ability to corrupt and corrupt diminished?

The raging flames of the soul illuminated Khammur's sinister face in the darkness, and for the first time, he felt fear towards the soul before him.

“You shouldn’t have mentioned him…” The King of the Mountain suddenly spoke up, a hint of pity flashing in his cloudy eyes. Cernar… had saved him again! At the very moment his soul was about to be completely assimilated and bound by the Ring, Cernar’s name and the power of the Ringwraiths activated the power rooted deep within the King of the Mountain’s soul. As a former Ringwraith, Cernar had chosen to let the King of the Mountain protect Whis’s growth from being attacked and killed by the Ringwraiths; he naturally understood how disadvantaged the King of the Mountain, also a soul being, was against the Ringwraiths. In other words, the power of the Ring’s rules was superior to that of Heroic Spirits!
The remnant soul of Sernar, now restored to his paladin identity, not only left a legacy for Viss, but also a contingency plan against the Ringwraiths within the King of the Mountain! At this moment, the permanent holy mark Sernar left within the King of the Mountain has been activated!

"Neigh!" The neighing of warhorses echoed from the void. The King of the Mountain reached down and grasped the reins that were fluttering in the void. With a sudden jerk, a soul warhorse covered in heavy armor appeared beneath him. He naturally mounted the horse, and the longsword in his hand shattered into fragments of light that danced around his body.

"For the glory of knights!" The King of the Mountain's decaying face was filled with solemnity as he held out his right hand, in which appeared a conical lance adorned with exquisite patterns.

"Thump!" The lance lightly tapped the ground, and an invisible wave suddenly erupted, sweeping away the dark clouds of war that were trying to encroach upon him! An unprecedented vacuum appeared within a radius of a hundred meters, and the air, carrying a touch of sacredness, created a domain with a radius of a hundred meters!

"This power does not belong to you!" Khammur exclaimed, gripping his chain mace and staring at the Mountain King who had escaped his control.

"Senar? That's his lance!" The soul fire in Khammur's eyes shrank, and he finally saw the weapon in the King of the Mountain's hand. As the successor, the holy sword that could command the undead was left to Viss by Senar, but the lance that he used when he was a paladin was left to the King of the Mountain by Senar as a trump card. Obviously, this arrangement has worked today.

"Slay him! This evil spirit shall be beheaded!" The King of the Mountain remained silent, but raised his lance and spurred his horse to charge toward Kehamur. A phantom flashed behind him, followed by a calm voice!
"Boom!" The violent shockwave caused Vili, who was fighting fiercely in the sky, to stagger. It wasn't that their battle affected Weiss and the others, but simply because Weiss and the others were completely attracted by the battle below!
"By the Dragon God! What are they doing?" Weiss exclaimed in disbelief. The forest within a radius of several miles had completely vanished! Only the cratered ground caused by the uprooted roots remained! No one would doubt that the destructive power was a forbidden spell.

"Find His Majesty the King of the Mountains!" Viss said anxiously. Riding Vili, he dodged Lydalias's attack and then scanned the area below, trying to find his guardian. After all, finding a tiny figure on a dusty battlefield was no easy feat! "He's alright, my knight! But the Ringwraith facing him isn't doing well!" Vili exclaimed in surprise. Clearly, he thought the Ringwraiths had an absolute advantage over Heroic Spirits! But he never expected that this Heroic Spirit was almost driven to the brink of defeat by the Ringwraiths.
"Something's wrong! Damn it! We have to save him!" The next second, Vili frowned, shook off the clingy Lydalias, and swooped down.

"Wait..." Weiss, whose mouth was filled with wind, promptly shut his mouth.

"Hehe! Hahaha~ So that's how it is!" Khammur sneered and then suddenly burst into laughter. Although he was in a sorry state, with his cloak tattered and his armor torn, the fire of his soul in his eyes shone even brighter. On the other hand, although the King of the Mountain opposite him was rising in aura, the light in his eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer.

"Can you fire another shot?" Khamur mocked.

"Roar!" Unfortunately, Khammur didn't get to see the King of the Mountain's spear, but instead got to be hit by Vili's dragon breath! The evil dragon breath burned on Khammur's body like a bone-deep infection, and continuously ignited Khammur's battle aura, turning the entire Khammur into a moving black torch!

"Let's go!" Whis gave the King of the Mountain a wink. By now, anyone with half a brain could see that the King of the Mountain was on the verge of collapse, his strength waning. Using the power left behind by Cenar by igniting his soul power would inevitably have a backlash! Even a theoretically immortal Heroic Spirit would be annihilated and have his soul power consumed! If they stayed any longer, the Ringwraiths could easily kill him! Right now, the King of the Mountain was just a menacing figure on the roadside; he looked terrifying, but his power lay entirely in his appearance and aura!

"Take care!" Ignoring Khamur, who was dispelling the dragon flames, the King of the Mountain nodded softly to Weiss, then his figure disappeared into the void and vanished into the blue smoke. The soul warhorse also neighed and burrowed into the ground.

"Let's go, the battle isn't over yet!" Whis's fighting spirit was ignited. Khammur was already crippled, and Whis wasn't arrogant enough to try and take down a Ringwraith, but he could still hold off the only unharmed Lydalias!

"Crack!" A faint sound rang in the ears of the man and the dragon. With a thought, Vili also tilted his wings without making a sound, and the entire dragon fell freely like a leaf, leaving only the menacing Lydalias to chase after him.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, the dazzling light blinding everyone. By the time Weiss came to his senses, Lidillas was already "lying" at the same table with Kehamur!

"Sorry I'm late!" Doss Antony looked at the wretches lying on the ground in a miserable state, and then at Windhelm, which was being overwhelmed by the orcish onslaught, and said apologetically in a low voice.

"It's not too late, Windhelm Territory needs rescue!" Vis nodded to Dos Anthony. His dragons weren't suited for city rescues; a single area-of-effect spell would kill more people than an orc!