The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Roar!" The rounded warhammer smashed directly on Manikati. Feeling the tremendous force in his hand, Verwey directly used it to roll in the air and landed on the ground again.

"Damn elf!" Onaville looked at the deep slash marks on the warhammer. The steel that had been slashed around even melted, and the magic pattern on the side that was hit was directly scrapped.

"Mixed bastard!" Verwey looked at Onaville's face, his pointed ears and his different appearance all showed that he had elf blood.

"I will shred your thin arms and thin legs!"

"You dirty bastard, you really insult the blood of our elves!" Verwey looked bad.

Almost every elf king is a top-level 6th-order professional, but the patriarch of the grassland elf tribe is obviously not the elf king. Although he has the possibility to become the elf king, because there is no nourishment from the magic well and the belief of the people, so now Verre Wei is a fourth-order senior ranger.

In the face of the fifth-order warrior Onaville, Verwey did not have an advantage, and even suffered a loss!

"Stop the Knights! I want to annihilate these human infantry!" Seeing Roland's handsome knight charge again, Onaville obviously had no reason for the Knights to successfully divide the battlefield, just shoot those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them.

Onaville understands that the current knights are at the end of their power, and looking at the volatile flames of war shrouding them, he can see that as long as this infantry is eaten, the knights and the flying dragon knights are harmless existences. Exchanging these ordinary orcs for the wealth and elite soldiers promised by Sauron was obviously a lucrative business.

"It looks like you are the only defenders here? It's just around the corner to get rid of your lonely mountain." The Orc King of the Wasteland laughed cruelly.

"The people of the prairie will not give in! The glory of the elves still shines on us!" Verwey said rudely.

"Long live Lagrange!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Long live the king!"

"For the homeland!"

The large number of Lagrand soldiers shouted! The glory and splendor of the empire still flows in their blood, and they will be indestructible!

"King! Listen!" Raynor, who fiercely drew his sword from the orc's neck, suddenly looked relieved.

"We have never lost our glory! Reno!" Roland also heard the shouts from the soldiers at the bottom.

"Knights! For Lagrand!" Roland roared.

"Kill! Long live Lagrange!"

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"Chase!" Verwey's body flashed with a flash of war, and he instantly appeared beside Onaville, and the Manikati in his hand instantly swept away.

"Clang!" Onaville, who responded quickly, hurriedly set up the warhammer in his hand.

"Roar!" The dark red warhammer slammed heavily on the ground, and a shock wave oscillated around the warhammer.

Verwey tipped his toes, and instantly bounced into the sky to avoid the shock wave.

"You can't win against me!" Onaville swung his round warhammer and struck Manikati in Verwey's hand.

"Death!" Verwey roared, and the visible torrent of war energy was infused into the warhammer, and then roared towards Verwey.

"Boom!" Manikati was directly pressed into an unbelievable angle, and Verwey was also shaken out.

"Pfft!" Verwey spat out a mouthful of blood, and he was injured!

"You! You are just a poor homeless bastard! You are just a sad tramp! You are abandoned elves! Hahaha!" Oneville laughed and mocked.

"Pfft~" Verwey, holding the sword in one hand and the other on the ground, knelt to the ground on one knee, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

Verwey's consciousness gradually blurred, and he vaguely saw his parents who died, those dead clansmen, and their ruined homes... Yes! Prairie elves are outcast elves... we have no home...

"I'm tired! Father!" In Vervill's eyes, his father was walking towards him step by step.

"I tried my best! King Roland..." Verwey could no longer support his heavy body, and the heavy internal injury made him fall into a coma.

"Tsk tsk tsk! What can you do now?" Onaville licked the dark red blood stains on the warhammer and said hideously.

"Hu~dong!" A dragon lance fell from the sky and pinned it in front of Onaville who had just stopped.

"Sin! Punishment!" Caslow, who was holding a mithril sword, jumped off the dragon's back. Just now, Caslow, who was killing orcs everywhere, found that Onaville had broken the shield and Verwey had fallen. In the scene on the ground, he hurried to come to support, and after Kaldor roared, a dragon breath carrying a torrent of wind elements violently spurted out towards Onaville.

Onaville dodged the fatal blow after a few rolls, but the orcs behind him were not so lucky. A **** road dozens of meters long stretched out in front of Kaldor.

"Flying Dragon Knight!" Onaville gritted his teeth.

"May the Dragon God forgive you!" Kaslo said coldly after waving his hand to let the dragon take off. The flying dragon is no better than the giant dragon. Even if there is a dragon armor, it may be attacked by dark arrows, so the dragon's battlefield will always be in the sky! There are too many dangers on the ground.

"A little big knight is trying to stop me?" Oneville felt insulted!

"I've never been alone!" Kaslow glanced at the Knights who were still charging desperately, and then looked at the light infantry behind him who had suffered heavy casualties and said angrily.

"Let the wrath of the dragon devour you!" The Great Sword of War Qi Yan carrying the power of the dragon stabbed straight at it, and Onaville did not dare to take it hard. The power from the dragon directly suppressed the blood of the orcs. Blood pressure!

"Roar!" The warhammer hit the Mithril Sword body, causing the long sword to deflect suddenly, and the huge force even deflected Kaslow's lower plate~www.readwn.com~ let his body react to the force. The direction poured over.

"Ow!" Onaville, who was invincible, continued to swing the warhammer in his hand to open his bow left and right, knocking Caslow back again and again.

"You have no power but you can't use it, you are such a poor bastard!" Onaville said wantonly when Caslow, who had no powerful dragon fighting spirit, was backed back and forth by his own big man.

"Flying Dragon Knight's Secret Skill: Gale Knight Cut!" Kaslo finally found an opportunity and activated the secret skill inherited from the Flying Dragon Knight!

With the high-speed shaking of Kaslow's wrist, the blue wind blades were condensed in the void, and they danced around the sword body. A four-legged dragon flying around.

"Ang!" The wind-blade flying dragon followed Caslow's long sword and flew towards Onaville, and the violent friction between the high-speed wind element flying dragon and the air actually formed a dragon roar.

Onaville squinted his eyes, grabbed the orc beside him and threw it to the wind dragon. The violent wind element fluctuations directly tore it in the air, and Onaville plunged into the crowd when he saw that the situation was not good...

Next second! The wind element flying dragon fell, and within a radius of more than ten meters, the blood was blurred in a large number of flying wind elements.

"Die!" Onaville, who was hiding in the crowd, threw a battle axe while Kaslow's old force was gone and his new force was still alive.

"Boom!" Caslo, who barely resisted, was directly thrown away by the giant force.

"Wow~Ow!" The roaring Onaville jumped down with his warhammer high.

"Clang!" The sound of gold and iron clashing came, and a long sword burning with raging fire held the warhammer that was about to fall on Kaslow's head.

"Chopsticks, your opponent is me!" Vervill, who looked like a madman, grinned with a mouth full of blood.

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