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

Chapter 978 Convergence
"Win? What nonsense are you talking about? Don't move! Break his arrow!" Ismir rolled his eyes at him and nodded to the militiamen beside him.

"Grip it tight!" Ismir nodded, looking at the hand holding the arrow shaft.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of wood breaking rang out. Ismir casually tossed away the arrow he was holding, a look of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Snap!" The second arrow was also easily broken off.

"Be careful to pull the arrow out!" Ismir looked at the arrow, now just a wooden stick, and gripped his staff.

"Pfft!" As the wooden stick blocking the wound was pulled out, the blood instantly found its direction and gushed out of the wound.

"Buzz!" A green light burst forth. Although the druid's healing spells were mediocre, fortunately, he possessed a fragment of the goddess of nature's divine essence. A wisp of overflowing divine power quickly stopped the bleeding and scabbed over the wound.

"Wow! Amazing effect!" Even though she had seen Ymir many times, she was still shocked. After all, it was rare for a druid's healing spells to be so effective. This level of healing effect could almost only be seen on priests.

“I said we won!” Haro’s lips twitched painfully.

"Hey! You've been shot silly!" Ismir patted his head and laughed.

"If you're a real man, don't be afraid to die! The Lagrangians aren't afraid of those bastards! We're all just going to fight with our swords! You went out and took two arrows and started talking nonsense!" Ismir smiled and comforted him.

"It looks like the high ground is no longer safe! We can't go out like this, the top floor will be a sitting duck!" Ymir's eyes narrowed. After all, they didn't have enough shields, and without broad steel shields, they would be easy targets for orc archers if they went out, since the watchtowers and arrow towers around them had already fallen!
"I should have built a stone tower for the main fortress in the first place!" Ismir was furious at the thought, since the main fortress had lost its high ground advantage after the surrounding secondary fortresses and auxiliary buildings were lost!
"That was your design mistake! I told you long ago that we should build fully enclosed ballistae for the main castle!" Ymir complained.

"The dragon... the dragon knights of the Dragon Kingdom have arrived! It's Lord Dos!" Haro shouted intermittently from the ground, hoping to attract everyone's attention.

“Dragon Knights? We know, Lord Weiss has been here all along!” Ismir nodded in satisfaction. Although Yunfeng was a bit abstract, the kingdom’s soldiers were as reliable as ever, and the only reinforcements fought to the death, showing the spirit of the empire!
"Wait a minute? Lord Dos? You're not mistaken?" Ymir asked, noticing the difference.

"It's a Thunder Dragon! It's circling and attacking over our territory!" Haro nodded hurriedly. Finally, someone was speaking human language! Had he been shouting for so long and these people gone mad with suicidal thoughts?

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!" Ismir was also overjoyed; who wants to die if they can live! Shouldn't King Roland reward them for their meritorious service in defending the territory?
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"Wow! My God, the Dragon God... Magnificent!" A group of people climbed to the rooftop, holding up shields and looking around. Every breath of the giant dragon in the sky excited them, and every time an orc turned to ashes, they would clench their fists and shout.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" At this moment, these people were like the Great Western King of the Central Plains, their eyes flashing with bloodlust, wanting to kill anyone in sight! Such an exciting scene caused their hormones and dopamine to surge wildly, and they wished they could transform into dragons and fight to their hearts' content!

"Tsk tsk tsk! Are they having a barbecue party here?" Dos Anthony shook his aching hands helplessly as he looked at the charred corpses of orcs on the ground. He had been holding his hands up to rub lightning for light, which was tiring. Hearing the commotion above, he poked his head out.

A crisp "clang!" made Dos Anthony instinctively pull back. The buzzing sound still lingered in his head. The bewildered Dos Anthony was completely confused. He saw the human who had fired the arrow, a hunter covered in blood, but with a very steady hand!

"Enemy attack! Help!" the militiaman cried out in alarm. His precise arrow had failed to bring down the enemy; they were clearly defenseless! Furthermore, the blood-soaked, damp environment and the blood itself had weakened his bowstring, drastically reducing its power! (So that's why there are snowy and rainy nights for close combat! Guess why they fight with short weapons? Do they dislike being bombarded by arrows? That's why those scenes of arrows raining down on rainy nights in movies and TV shows are mostly fiction! On rainy days, they usually loosen the bowstring to let the bow relax! Oh, and some brain-dead screenwriters think bowstrings are always taut… What bow can withstand that kind of use…?)
"Brothers, I'm here to save you..." Dos Anthony shook his head. He must have opened it wrong! He shouted as he thought this, and poked his head out again.

"You're asking for death!" Seven or eight steel arrows pierced through the air, and Dos Anthony, whose head was barely sticking out, only heard a clanging sound before instinctively pulling his head back in.

"A madman! He's gone mad!" Dos Anthony could guess without even looking; it was no different from battlefield stress disorder, though it was easy to treat for him.

"Tear!" A dense stream of electricity coalesced into an electric shield, which he used to shield his face as he charged forward...

"Ah~" After a sickeningly loud, trembling sound, the entire third floor fell silent...

“…Did I come down at the wrong time…” Ismir glanced at Dos Antony, who was wearing heavy dragon armor, and quietly nudged Ymir behind him with his elbow. Because he couldn’t see Dos Antony’s expression, Ismir felt a little flustered.

"Sorry! They got too excited, I'll calm them down!" Dos Anthony smiled, took off his helmet to reveal his handsome face. The Anthony family genes are still pretty good; Dos Anthony can live quite well just based on his looks!

"Uh...this is troublesome..." Ismir's lips twitched. Is your so-called calmness just giving these warriors electroshock therapy? Ismir looked at the dozens of people lying on the ground still twitching and was speechless.

"I'm glad you've come to my aid. Do you have any brothers still alive outside?" Ymir asked, patting his chest in thanks.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, my brother, you know… everyone’s here!” Dos Anthony paused for a moment and then sighed.

"It's alright, we were prepared... it's just that I'm a little... a little upset..." Ismir wiped away his tears and said bravely.

"Their sacrifice was not in vain. At least this land is ours now! The civilians are safe!" Dos Anthony comforted them. This land had been baptized by blood and fire, and from now on it belonged to the kingdom! No one would let this land, which had absorbed the souls of the kingdom's heroes, leave again. Even if the Ismir family lost their territory in the future, the kingdom would send an army to reclaim their homeland!

“Yes! They are all warriors! The Dragon God will protect them!” Ismir nodded.

"The orcs have retreated? What about the Ringwraiths?" Ismir continued.

"The orcs are being chased by my dragons, and the Ringwraiths are being held back by Vili. I don't know how Vili did it, but he severely injured one of the Ringwraiths! We've won this round, and they won't dare to covet this land again!" Dos Antony revealed a smile, after all, only by making them feel bad will they learn their lesson!
"I hope General Reno and the others will return soon to take charge!" Ismir sighed, after all, the absence of a sixth-tier commander was quite unsettling!