The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Caslo! Let everyone interfere with the dragon and create conditions for Bard."

"That's right! Tell the boys...they are very brave, protect yourself well." Roland stopped Caslo, who was about to leave, and told him worriedly.

"Let them pay attention to attacking the lower part of the left wing, where the scales are loose, and remember to tell them not to be lazy, and must use the best star-silver steel armor-piercing arrows!" Roland looked at Kaslo's back and shouted to remind.

"To be honest...you don't look like a lord...you look like an old lady with countless instructions." Bud looked at Roland with a strange expression.

"As the last lord of LaGrand... I am responsible for my people!" Roland said firmly.

"However, where is LaGrand?" Bard couldn't help asking curiously.

"In the far east...she has died..." Roland obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

Seeing Roland's silence, Bard thought that he had been reminded of the sad past in his heart, and he knew the pain of losing his homeland. But Roland kept silent because he couldn't explain it! Do you want me to tell Bud: Hi! Dude, the Lagrand Empire appeared in Middle-earth at the end of the Fourth Era, and her ruled area includes the entire Loon and most of Rhovanian?

"I hope your arrow technique is accurate enough, otherwise... we can only chop him!" Roland looked at Bud and drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword.

"What is this?" Bard looked at the radiant Dragon Slaying Sword in amazement.

"The ancestral weapon... This sword has cut countless dragons, and it's not comparable to flying dragons like Smaug!" Roland looked at Bud like a countryman.

"Let's go! Let's remove the dwarf spear launcher." Roland said suddenly.

"Otherwise, how are you going to use this thing? Throw it with your hand?" Roland pointed to the black arrow in Bud's hand.

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"Hey!" Roland and Bud struggled to hang the dwarf spear launcher down with a rope.

"Hide it well, don't be destroyed, we can only run away if it is destroyed." Roland patted the heavy crossbow with four bow arms.

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"I am flame, I am—death!" Angry Smaug flew to Long Lake Town.

"The dragon is coming!" roared a Bataanian archer on the lookout.

"Fire the arrow!" Several shooters around shouted at the same time.

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"Dang! Ding! Bah!" Several armor-piercing arrows bounced off, and only one lucky one hit the gap between Smaug's two scales.

"Hey! Damn ants! You can actually hurt me!" Smaug said angrily. Even if the armor-piercing arrow about one meter long pierced the dragon's skin, it would not be able to penetrate the vitals. To the huge dragon, it was like being stabbed by a needle. It was a bit of a prick, but it was a very embarrassing thing for Smaug, after all, the proud defense was ruthlessly trampled by the tiny human archers.

"Huh~" The fiery dragon's breath swept over, and a pillar of fire tens of meters long covered his head.

"Escape!" Several shooters turned over and jumped off the wooden building one after another, some dived into the water and some flashed into the alley.

"Launch!" Smaug flew close to the sky above Long Lake Town, and a dozen shooters along the way launched an attack according to the opportunity.

"Ang!" A few star-silver steel armor-piercing arrows pierced through the hard dragon scales, and lost power within three inches of the flesh and hung on the dragon's body.

"Damn it! Withdraw! The skin is too thick! I can't shoot through it!" A Badanian archer looked at Smaug, who turned back and was about to dive, and waved to the left and right archers.

"Boom!" As soon as their front feet left, the overwhelming dragon flames from their back feet flooded their positions.

"My lord! This is too difficult to kill! This is a flying dragon? This is even more shameless than a giant dragon!" Caslo came back in disgrace. From the black spots on his armor, it can be seen that this young man just resisted A dragon's breath.

"How about I go up and **** him?" Caslo whispered.

"Do you think the size of the two dragons is directly proportional? Go up and be a target?" Roland looked at him with affection for a fool.

"Tell the brothers! You can retreat when the arrow shoots empty!" Roland ordered.

"They can only add to the chaos if they stay, the armor-piercing arrows are too short..." Roland looked at the raging Smaug in the sky and sighed helplessly.

"Bud! Don't mess around!" Seeing Bud push out the heavy crossbow, Roland quickly pushed him back.

"Do you think the timing is right now?" Roland grabbed him and shouted.

"We only have one shot! Bud!" Roland said emphatically.

"We want to let him fall! Think about your ancestors! Only if he leaves us will we have a chance!" Roland sighed.

"Damn it!" Bud slammed his fist against the wall.

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"Look, what have we done?" Bilbo looked at the burning Long Lake Town and said in pain.

"Poor people..." Balin murmured.

A group of dwarves behind them either sat slumped or leaned against the wall, all of them showed pained faces, and the fire that ignited in Changhu Town in the distance illuminated their faces. However, because of Roland, Changhu Town is much better than in history, at least no people were buried in the flames under the dragon's breath.

Only Sorin was facing the lonely mountain, wondering what he was thinking. Bilbo looked at Sorin, frowned, and did not speak.

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"My arrow is empty!" A Badanian archer who was frantically drawing his bow habitually put his hand into the quiver behind his back to draw an arrow, but unfortunately found an empty one.

"I only have 2 left!"

"Mine are gone!"

"I still have 5 here, let's divide them up!"

This kind of situation was happening everywhere in Changhu Town. The archers who shot all their arrows moved to the outskirts of the town one after another, pulled out the small wooden boats that had been hidden long ago from every corner, and rowed towards the lake under the cover of night.

"It seems that the archers have basically shot all their arrows..." Caslo said helplessly, looking at the increasingly sparse arrow light in the sky.

Smaug was still venting his anger in the sky, breathing crazily around like showing off his might, and the scalding dragon flames boiled the water in many waterways in the town.

"My lord! The shooters should all retreat!" Caslo found Roland and Bud.

Roland took a closer look and saw that there were only 3 Badanian shooters behind Kaslo, and the other shooters should have either left or died under the dragon's breath...

"Bud! Put the bowstring on! Let's get Smaug's attention!" Roland patted Bud on the shoulder and led everyone out of the alley.

At this moment, Smaug has hundreds of sharp arrows pierced all over his body, and the skin on his wings is riddled with holes... Although it looks like a mess, it doesn't even count as skin trauma.

"Shoot him!" Roland ordered.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang~" There was a crisp sound on Smaug's scales, and Smaug was immediately enraged by this resistance force, he turned his head and rushed towards Roland and the others.

"Boom!" He fell heavily, and his heavy body overwhelmed a row of houses. He walked towards Roland and his party angrily.

"Whew~"

"..." Several Badanian archers kept shooting arrows in front of Roland and Kaslo, and suddenly they stopped at the same time. They touched the empty quiver and reluctantly picked up their longbows and drew out their long swords. Or your own armor-piercing hammer.

"Chess!" Roland drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword and stood with the others.

"Oh? Tiny humans? You don't have bows and arrows, what should you do now?" Smaug's vertical pupils showed a mocking look.

"These people are your followers? I want to burn them to ashes in front of you!" Smaug said fiercely.

Roland quietly waved his hand to send a signal to Bud who was hiding in the dark, and Bud quietly pushed out the dwarf spear launcher, but Smaug who was walking was unaware that there was a tiny human below him with a black arrow. Allow him!

Suddenly Bard found the missing scales under Smaug's left wing, and he was overjoyed, and quickly aimed the black arrow under Smaug's left wing.

"For the glory of the lord of the Valley State! For mankind! Go to hell! Smaug!" Bud suddenly shouted.

"Let's go!" Roland hurried into the alley with everyone, and the flames swept the place where Roland and the others were standing just now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Hoo!" The black arrow flew towards Smaug with a flashing cold light.

"Aw!" Smaug, who was exhaling joyously, suddenly lost his temper.

"Aw!" Smaug struggled violently from the severe pain in his heart. He struggled to fly into the sky, and before flapping his wings a few times, he wailed and fell heavily...

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"Did he fall?" Bilbo looked at Long Lake Town in the distance.

"I saw him fall with my own eyes!" Balin said excitedly.

"Smaug is dead!" the crowd cheered from the observation deck.

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"Good job!" Roland emerged from the ruins and patted Bud with a smile.

"He's dead?" Bud couldn't believe it.

"You did it! You regained the glory of your family!" Roland praised.

"It's a pity that Changhu Town was destroyed..." Bud sighed as he watched the fire that caught his eyes.

"But at least the folks are all right, aren't they? As long as people are still alive, everything will be fine!" Roland smiled and stepped into a small boat.

"Do you want to go together?" Roland asked.

"Of course, wait for me!" Bud also jumped up.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I have to use Smaug's waste!" After letting everyone go first, Roland ran to Smaug's body. You must know that such a big flying dragon can produce a lot of precious materials.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the plot: The Battle of Smaug! Reward: Temple Guardian Priest 1."

Note: The classification of priests: trainee priests, priests, temple guard priests, priests, high priests, and the highest titled professional—the saint.