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

Chapter 975 Even a cornered beast will fight, let alone a human!
"Windhelm?" Dos Anthony glanced at Windhelm and his eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't looked closely before, but now he realized that the kingdom's flag was no longer flying in Windhelm!

Many people mistakenly believe that flags are purely decorative. Scenes in TV dramas of soldiers abandoning their armor and throwing flags around make everyone think that flags are not important... However, among the four great military achievements in ancient times, capturing the flag was the most difficult... In the era before radio communication, the flag was the command center of the army. When the flag was present, soldiers would spontaneously and subconsciously gather towards it and follow its guidance...

The absence of a flag led Dos Anthony to instinctively believe that there were no longer any active resistance fighters in the city! After all, a disorganized force without its commander wouldn't last long in urban warfare! These scattered soldiers, stripped of their command, would quickly be consumed in the hand-to-hand combat of the streets…

"They have a castle! Baron Ismir won't give up his territory! He's a pioneering noble! Go save them!" Weiss said in a deep voice. After studying with Caslow for so many years, although he hadn't made much progress, he still had the basic common sense among nobles! Knowing Ismir, he knew that Ismir definitely wouldn't run away, and if he wasn't dead, he should be resisting inside the castle!
"And what about here..." Doss Antony looked at the Ringwraiths below, shrouded in the gathering war clouds, and asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, I can hold them off!" Viss knew without a second thought that Khammur wasn't in good shape, and with the Ringwraiths' cowardly appearance, it was hard to say whether they'd dare stay for a final battle. Just be wary of Khammur's sneak attacks and Lydalias's tug-of-war! As the Ring of Death, Lydalias's abilities and name were clearly not quite befitting…

"Then be careful!" Upon hearing this, Dos Anthony didn't hesitate. He pulled on the dragon's reins and swooped down, a dazzling current drawing out a path of lightning! He rushed into the Windhelm at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Ugh... that must have hurt a lot!" Weiss grinned, and a dazzling bolt of electricity slammed into the walls of Windhelm, the shockwave and scattered sparks sending countless orcs lurking nearby flying and turning to charred remains in mid-air...

"Roar!" Kurt's stirring dragon roar resounded. This roar seemed to have turned on some switch, as if it had received a signal. The orcs poured out of Windhelm City in terror. After the city gates were blocked, these orcs even jumped off the city walls.

"Filthy black skin! Disgusting maggots! Die!" Dos Anthony frowned, his eyes filled with disgust and revulsion. He waved his hand, and several bolts of lightning struck down from the sky.

"Bang!" Thunderous Might isn't exactly top-tier magic, but for a half-orc, who has almost no magic resistance, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event!
"Sizzle!" Within a radius of several dozen meters centered on the point where the lightning struck, the carbonized remains of a half-orc were at the center, surrounded by half-dead half-orcs twitching. These half-orcs, who were not quite dead, were incontinent, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing on the ground.

"Kill them!" Dos Anthony waved his hand dismissively at Kurt beneath him, speechless. Killing these scum would only dirty his hands, but he had no choice but to crush them and send them to hell...

"Roar!" The destructive power of the thunderous dragon's breath was astonishing. Kurt raised his head and took a deep breath. The next second, the thick pillar of thunder swept towards the orc.

"Crack~ Boom!" Before the dragon's breath, buildings not reinforced with magical materials and runes were as brittle as paper. As the dragon's head moved, the breath slowly advanced! Finally, it pierced through the city walls and rushed into the wilderness! Leaving behind a dark trail of breath within Windhelm City...

"Hey! Don't wreck our house!" Dos Anthony stared in shock at the breached city wall, speechless. Damaging houses was one thing, but collapsing the city wall was too much, especially since the kingdom would be based here in the future! It was a wall that a giant troll had to smash for ages to breach, and Kurt had just pierced a section with a single breath of dragon fire!
"Sorry!" Kurt nodded apologetically. He was too excited about his attack just now, crushing those ants was too thrilling! He forgot to hold back, but fortunately there were no civilians left in the city, and no surviving guards were left where the orcs were! Apart from property damage, no one was killed! "Clean up these scum!" Dos Anthony shook his head, his eyes filled with disgust. Kurt nodded and took off again! This time, his gaze was fixed on several giant trolls rampaging through the city.

"Agh!" The trolls howled as they were lifted up by the dragon's claws. They brandished their weapons, trying to attack the dragon above, but Kurt used a rolling maneuver to knock out the two trolls he was holding in his claws.

"Bang!" A grating thud rang out, and two lumps of flesh fell from the sky, splattering blood and fat everywhere, half-embedded in the ground...

"Roar!" The dragon's tail, like a thunderbolt, lashed out, tearing countless orcs in two with a ripping sound! Limbs flew everywhere, and the blood was evaporated by the lightning!
"Kill!" Dos Anthony leaped off the dragon's back, wielding his dragon-slaying sword and carrying his dragon shield, and plunged directly into the horde of orcs. The sharp dragon-slaying sword sliced ​​through their flesh and bones, its blade flashing everywhere, limbs and severed bodies scattering across the land. Dos Anthony was like a walking power source, turning all the orcs around him into charred remains. Kurt flew through the sky, occasionally using dragon breath and dragon language magic to bombard the orcs fleeing the city. The only pity was that he ruined the surrounding farmland; the harvest hadn't even started yet, and a batch of seeds had been wasted!
"Have you seen any survivors?" Dos Anthony telepathically communicated with Kurt.

"No! But... orcs are constantly pouring in and out of the castle. You can go check it out!" Kurt suggested. His dragon eyes didn't see any survivors, but there were still orcs moving around inside the castle, so there was a high probability that there were resistance fighters!

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"My lord! We have no way out!" Ymir gasped, blocking the way to the castle with his burly body. Although the castle in Windhelm was not large, it had spacious passageways and rooms to accommodate Ymir's size.

At this moment, Ymir was blocking the front of the three-story staircase of the castle, while the other staircase was blocked by debris! All the remaining soldiers of Windhelm were here, including a few goblin knights, less than 30 Nature Guardians, and more than ten militiamen...

“My lord…we have nowhere to retreat…” Haro’s voice trembled as he looked at the sealed-off terrace passage. The terrace on the top floor of the castle was a target, so Ismir simply blocked the way to the top floor. Now dozens of people were trapped on the third floor of the castle with no way to escape.

"Retreat? The people should be safe by now!" Ismir didn't answer but instead asked about the people.

“They should have evacuated safely by now. We’ve dragged this out long enough!” Ymir nodded. They had been fighting fiercely for hours, and the civilians had long since fled.

"What's there to be afraid of? Killing one is enough! Killing two is a bonus!" Ismir revealed a bloodthirsty glint, fighting like a cornered beast! Let alone a human!