The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Stabilize the formation! The elves are here to help us!" Lance noticed the army of elves coming behind him, and quickly spoke to boost his morale. Although the well-trained Swiftstream infantry could still maintain high fighting spirit in desperate situations, he was full of hope. Motivation can make them go crazy.

"Kill!" The Swift Stream Infantry frantically waved the weapons in their hands, and the tower shield played tricks like bricks in their hands, either smashing or bumping! The shield was blurred with flesh and blood, and most of the fast-moving infantry in front lost their carbine rifles. In the high-intensity fight just now, countless carbine lances were broken. Now they are struggling to brandish their durable mace to find the Orcs. Head, with the sound of cracking melon, every moment orcs are surrounded, killed, and dismembered by the fanatical rushing infantry...

"kill!"

"Ding dong!"

"boom!"

On the noisy battlefield, the swift stream infantry lined up neatly, like an endless stream of rapids, slapping against the army of half-orcs one after another.

"After this battle, the Swift Stream infantry is estimated to be disabled..." Roland sighed regretfully. He was saddened by the loss of the lives of the people under his command... That green armor with a crouching down on the ground The corpse deeply hurt Roland's heart!

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the Knights of Holy Glory is less than a kilometer away from the army of half-orcs, the sound of heavy hooves has been faintly heard, and feeling the vibration of the ground, countless orcs look around in panic.

"For the glory of knights! In the name of King Lagrand! Charge!" Roland raised the lance in his hand.

Rays of light flashed across the knights, glory, pity... A series of status skills were added to them by the knights one after another, and the knights launched their charging skills with boundless anger!

A Lagrand knight riding a three-layered Shire warhorse crouched down on the warhorse. The Lagrangian knight plate made of stainless steel shone dazzlingly in the snow, and his left hand was stretched straight. The battle entanglement on the Knight's Great Shield brings a sufficient sense of security! The lance held high in the right hand flickered with a cold light, and the lance with the hexagonal threaded spear tip protruded a one-meter-long spear light, accompanied by the galloping horse's hooves, the flame of war on the tip of the spear tore the passing cold wind recklessly. . The dragon emblem cloaks behind the knights rattled, and the blood-colored cloak seemed to herald the coming of death...

"Knights..." The orc screamed in horror like a frightened woman, and the sound could shatter the armor.

"Boom~" The iron hoof easily drowned the half-orcs who were trying to resist. How could the orcs who hurriedly assembled to form a thin formation under the command of one orc leader could block the charge of the formed knights?

Not every unit is called Swiftstream Infantry!

Roland threw away the two corpses hanging from the gun at will. The still warm corpses quickly cooled down. Roland raised his head and looked around as if he was looking for something.

"The Knights of Holy Glory obey! Deflect to the left! Target the pale orcs! Kill!" Roland's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw the pale orc king riding on a white wolf in the distance, still trying to stop the coalition forces from stubbornly resisting!

"It's up to you to make up for this loss!" Roland said fiercely.

As long as Azog is slaughtered, it is not a loss to get the 100 heavy cavalry, because the heavy cavalry should be able to add more than ten knights to Roland. This is for Roland who has no regular source of knight training at this stage. With a fatal attraction, the number of Knights of the Holy Glory is too embarrassing, and it can reach the minimum number of Knights. Once more than two knights are unfortunately sacrificed... Roland's biggest trump card, the Knights of Holy Glory, directly Abandoned, so Roland urgently needs to increase the number of his knights.

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"Go after them! Bite them! Don't let them form a battle again!" Iovia said loudly.

"Xuuuuuu!" A rain of arrows attracted Iovia's attention, and Iovia, who was keenly aware, clearly found that it was shot by the elf's bow and arrow, and at this time, the army of star elves had no strength to open again. Bow, and look at the **** fingers of the rangers and archers to know how much they have exhausted their stamina.

Staying in touch with the Orcs was the best they could do, and countless elven rangers and elven archers waved their trembling arms, and fine daggers and machetes flew up and down to take the lives of the Orcs. ...

It was only then that Iovia discovered that the shooting elf was the prairie elf led by Verwey. The elves and humans were rescued.

"Elf King? Where are you from?" Iovia felt the familiar origin of Vervill, and the coercion from the sixth-order stalker made Iovia mistakenly think Vervill belonged to other elf kingdoms Elf King. (Although elves have a long lifespan, the top powerhouses in the clan are rare, but the combat power of middle-level professionals is extremely large. Usually, only the king, priests and a few elders in an elf kingdom are sixth-order, which is slightly lower than that of dwarves. much less than humans.)

"Hello Star Elf King, I am a prairie elf, but not a king. The crown of thorns on my head is only for decoration." Verwey knew that Iovia had misunderstood himself, and looked at the same person with the crown of thorns. Iovia, Vervill explained with a smile.

"Uh... Prairie Elf? Sorry!" Iovia quickly apologized for her blunder~www.readwn.com~ No one knows the past of the Prairie Elf better than him. These remnants of the Gondolin Kingdom were part of the kingdom after the collapse of the kingdom. I chose to wander in the wasteland and lost the shelter of the magic well...

"It's okay, we're used to it for a long time." Verwey said calmly, and cut down a half-orc who was passing by in a panic.

"Why are you here?" Iovia asked curiously. The instinct of the prairie elves to seek good luck and avoid evil is simply well-known among elves. Otherwise, these elves with serious power loss would have already died out in history. To be able to live a fairly nourishing life in such a tribe as tribe by tribe scattered in the wilderness.

"It just happened to be held here by you." Vervill, who explained while slashing people, sighed, avoiding the throwing axe that was swirling.

"I'm sorry..." Iovia instantly understood what was going on, and the emotional family wandered here just in time for the war and was forced to stay here.

"You can choose to leave before this battle..." Iovia said.

"I promised King Roland that I would participate in this war, and he would help players build a country where the prairie elves live." Verwey's eyes showed anticipation.

Iovia couldn't help but feel sour. Does the great and noble branch of the elf tribe need human help even for the establishment of a country? Bitterness entangled Iovia in an instant. He clearly felt that the era of human **** of Middle-earth was coming...

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"Azog! Die!" Roland roared and led the Holy Flare Knights to charge towards Azog. The lance in his hand had been discarded by him, and the sharp dragon-slaying sword was surging like a dragon's entanglement.

"In the name of King Lagrand! Slash!" Roland roared and dropped the raised dragon sword.

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