The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"...This is..." Peter Gro, who was suddenly riding on the back of a dragon, was stunned. In his sight, a raging black tide in the southern woodland rushed towards the north crazily.

"Damn... the orc reinforcements are coming!" Skye's dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and the movements of the orc army were clearly shown in the depths of his eyes.

"Thranduil! Orc reinforcements are coming!" Peter Groh shouted in Elvish language towards Thranduil, who was fighting a bloody battle in front of the former Elven King's Hall.

"Retreat! Thranduil! Take them out!" Peter Gero roared crazily. He knew very well that the coalition forces that only occupied half of the city could not withstand attacks from both sides, and as expected, the coalition forces , the coalition's sixth-level combat effectiveness advantage will soon disappear. Peter Groh doesn't believe that there is no sixth-level combat effectiveness in this half-orc reinforcements from the south.

"Roar!" The surging dragon's breath poured down directly, blocking the way for the orcs in front to charge.

"... Bastards! These bastards!" Thranduil glanced at the royal hall just around the corner in despair, his eyes full of loneliness.

"The rear team becomes the front team! Evacuate the city of Dol Guldur!" Thranduil roared at the top of his lungs, and no one could hear the grief, anger and helplessness hidden in his roar.

"Get out of here! Thranduil! I'll go pick up the others!" Peter Groh anxiously drove the Star Dragon out of the sky above them.

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"Peter! Dragon's breath support!" Iovia said in surprise after seeing Peter Gro appearing on the horizon riding a dragon.

"Your Highness! The orc reinforcements have arrived, we need to retreat!" Peter Groh manipulated Skye to use the dragon's breath to block the direction of the orcs in front of him, and then said to Eovia.

"So fast..." Eovia sighed helplessly, and his expression immediately dimmed.

"Inform Thranduil and them to retreat..." Eovia sighed.

"In fact, I am doing this... I have just informed His Highness Thranduil, and now I have to tell King Roland and Vervay." Peter Grot nodded.

"Be safe!" Eovia glanced at the Royal Hall not far away and couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, Your Highness, you should withdraw as soon as possible and guard the bridge entrance with His Highness Thranduil. Don't be blocked in the city!" Peter Gro said solemnly.

"Okay!" Eovia couldn't help but shudder. He didn't want to experience the dilemma of being stuck on the bridge again.

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"Is Peter Groh here?" Roland said to Ormsk as he looked at the giant dragon flying in the sky.

"It seems that the pressure in other places is not as great as ours?" Ormsk joked.

"Hahaha, it would be great if we could recover this city. At least it would be firmly under our control within a radius of hundreds of miles." Roland smiled.

"King Roland! I'm glad to meet you again, but now is not the time to talk. Quickly organize the soldiers to retreat. His Highness Thranduil and I, the king, are waiting for you at the bridge." Peter Gro said quickly.

"Orc reinforcements have arrived from the south. We are outnumbered. The current coalition forces are unable to withstand the Orcs' attack from both sides, so retreating is the best choice." Fearing that Roland and others would not understand clearly, Peter Groh explained again. Again.

"...I # *——" Roland breathed out a beautiful mosaic.

"Omsk! Gather the soldiers! Let's retreat!" Roland shouted. It's not Raglan's city anyway, and Roland doesn't have to fight so hard for the elves. Since they all decided to retreat, Roland has no reason to stay here and die with the orcs. knock.

"The front team moves to the back team! The Knights are ready to charge!" Roland said after taking a look at the orc soldiers who were blocked by the shield wall by the Royal Guards and El Niño Rangers.

"Left the lance!"

"Prepare to charge!"

The shouts of the Lagrand knights came one after another. After they were freed from the entanglement of the orcs, they quickly began to line up and reorganize. The outer two layers of Lagrand knights raised their thick lances and pointed forward, while the knights behind them put away their weapons. The Lancer drew out the Knight's Fighting Sword, ready to kill any fish that slipped through the Lancer Knight's net.

"Forward!" Roland mounted his horse and came to the knights. He drew his dragon-slaying sword and pointed it in the direction of the exit of Dol Guldur.

"Da da da~" The crisp sound of horse hooves rang in the stone-paved streets of Dol Guldur. The sound was slow and crisp at first. As the horses began to speed up, the crisp sound of horse hooves gradually turned into a majestic roar. Voice……

"Boom~Boom~" A torrent of steel composed of knights, under the command of Roland, poured down crazily towards the orc army below.

"Soldiers! Move to both sides! Avoid the knight's impact route!" Ormsk, who was at the rear, shouted loudly and clearly transmitted his voice to the royal guards who were blocking the orcs.

Hearing this, the Royal Guards immediately opened a gap to make way for the middle road, and at the same time allowed the Orcs to pour into their defense line. As the Royal Guards' lineup rolled back, two semicircular defenses were formed relying on buildings. line-up.

"Knight!" The orc at the front suddenly discovered the Knights at the end of the street in horror... Is there anything more tragic than being blocked on the path of a Knights in a narrow city? That is this knights charging...

The moment the two armies came into contact, the Raglan Knights pierced straight into the Orcs' army like a hot knife cutting through butter. The poor Orcs were unable to cause any hindrance to them, even with their proud numbers. The advantage was completely offset in such a narrow area. The knights were like a pouring flood, destroying all the obstacles they encountered along the way. No object or enemy could stop this charging knight in its best condition, except death!

"Follow the infantry! We can't stop and wait for you!" Ormsk, who was hanging at the end, rushed to the side of the Royal Guards and El Niño Rangers and found that they were slashing and killing the remains left after the knights had just charged. The fish that slipped through the net quickly urged them to retreat.

Ormsk turned his head and looked at the still calm street behind him and then followed the infantry. Fortunately, the orcs did not cooperate well. At this time, once an army of orcs came out to stick to the infantry, they would be in trouble. They were big, but the orcs with low IQs had no intention of stopping them. The only group of orcs who wanted to stop them had been ruthlessly dispersed by the knights.

"Don't stay! Don't be obsessed with fighting, and don't worry about the fish that have slipped through the net around you! There will be some orcs for you to kill in the future, don't worry about them, we have to go home!" Ormsk ordered the infantry in a loud voice to speed up so as not to be killed by those around them. They are attracted by the scattered orcs. After all, the most important thing for them now is to get home safely!

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"Stop charging!" Roland pulled up the horse's reins and began to slowly slow down the horse's speed. There were no Orcs in front of him, and the elves' flags on the stone bridge not far away were slowly fluttering in the wind...

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