The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Old man... we can't retreat..." the knight in silver armor said weakly.

"This damn Middle-earth!" The scarred silver dragon sighed.

"I don't know where the alliance army has reached..." Dragoon Commander Osbaiya said anxiously.

"We just need to hold back those damn Ringwraiths!" Silver Dragon roared. Being of noble birth, he was originally unwilling to bleed for the human race, but his contract partner who was connected to his heart was a human knight, so he had no choice but to join the battle. , for the contract! For the brothers who share life and death!

"We have penetrated most of the Middle-earth, and now we have to go to Mordor to end that tyrant! That is a demon comparable to Morgoth!" Osbaiya could only cheer for his companions.

"Oh! Well, my friend, I am willing to fight for you for the sake of our friendship!" The giant dragon rolled its eyes, and the silver dragon tilted its wings teasingly, and the whistling air current took him to dive towards the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Osbaiya was stunned. He didn't understand what his dragon was going to do.

"Find a town and fill my stomach. I haven't eaten in months! Now I'm going to eat three roasted whole cows! Oh no! It's five! I think you will pay for me?" Yinlongao Jiao said.

"Oh God! You can really eat it!" Osbaiya said helplessly while sitting on the dragon saddle, shrugging his shoulders.

"Of course, if you don't want to pay, I can also pull off a few scales and pay for it myself!" Silver Dragon said happily.

"Forget it, I'll pay for it!" Osbaiya was extremely decisive.

"Time flies so fast... A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye... You have become an adult silver dragon, and I have become a sixth-level hero! We have been chasing the footsteps of darkness and fighting against them. This time I hope the world will be peaceful!" Ou Sbaiya recalled, his voice full of vicissitudes of life and nostalgia.

"Yes! When I first met you and rescued you, I knew you were destined to be my brother, friend, and knight! We are closely connected by fate!" The low-flying silver dragon twisted its huge dragon head, The dazzling dragon eyes are full of tenderness.

"Thank you for saving me from those thugs. It's a pity that you came too late, otherwise our village would not have been destroyed..." Osbaiya's voice was still, but everyone could hear it. The sadness.

"Hey! Brother, promise me, after this battle is over, go marry a woman. You should have a child, and then we will go to Dragon Island! Live a life without fighting against the world, where... my people will welcome you! You no longer owe the human race a hundred years of fighting." Silver Dragon said sternly.

"But I am still a human race after all..." Osbaiya sighed.

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"Here's River Valley Town, let's go down!" Osbaiya patted Silver Dragon on the back. A simple town below was dimly lit with dim lights. This was the predecessor of River Valley State...

"Okay!" The silver dragon's figure shuttled through the space, and appeared in the distant jungle in a flash.

"Let's go! Take me to eat delicious food!" The silver dragon turned into a mini silver dragon and quietly coiled around Osbaia's wrist.

"Hey! Man! You look like a silver bracelet!" Osbaiya waved his arms excitedly.

"If you keep wandering, I will step on you!" The silver dragon said angrily, being shaken around.

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"Oh God! You can really eat! You ate a whole 20 sheep!" Osbaiya walked out of River Valley Town with the satisfied silver dragon.

"Okay, my fault, but as my knight, shouldn't you feed me?" The silver dragon bared his white sharp teeth.

"Let's go, we have to go to Mordor, it's time to end all this!" The cold light in Osbaiya's eyes shined.

"I don't think the orcs of Mordor are much stronger than the orcs of the north!" The silver dragon spit out a stream of white air and hit Osbea in the face.

"Ang!" With a clear dragon roar, the silver dragon's huge body suddenly appeared. Osbaiya grabbed the reins on the dragon's saddle and stepped onto the dragon's back.

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"After this battle, the world will be at peace! Our human race can also rise!" Osbaiya's eyes flashed.

"As you wish, my knight!" the silver dragon groaned.

"Bang!" Like thunder on the ground, a fiery red figure drew towards the silver dragon with an explosion.

"Balrogs? Impossible! They should all have died in the angry battle!" Osbaiya's eyes were about to split, and he saw five Balrogs in total! When did the natural disaster-level monsters become so worthless? Five of them pop out at once like Chinese cabbage?

"Boom!" The Balrog at the end, holding the flame staff high, smacked his staff fiercely, and a stream of red light came towards the silver dragon strangely. The silver dragon immediately sensed something was wrong and wanted to jump through space to move the battlefield, but did not want to be red. The light wrapped around a leg...

"Damn! Space imprisonment! They are coming for us!" The silver dragon, unable to escape, turned around angrily and raised its sharp dragon claws. Five dragon claws covered with space blades cut heavily into the chest of the whip-wielding flame demon and brought it out. A large pile of blood like magma.

"Kill! For the glory of the knight!" Osbaiya's pupils instantly became bloodshot, and he entered a fighting state within a second.

"Get out!" The 10-meter-long dragon spear fiercely knocked away a huge Balrog, giving people an unreal shock.

"Death!" As the sound of the dragon spear entering the flesh sounded, a Balrog's chest was mercilessly pierced by Osbaia.

"Roar!" The dragon's breath torrent washed away the Balrog's body mercilessly. Even the Balrog had to avoid the sharp force of the torrent of space.

"Find a way to break through the space! You shouldn't stay here for a long time!" Osbaiya's eyes were bloodshot. No one can withstand the attacks of 5 Balrogs at the same time, and the Silver Dragon, whose ability to teleport in space is restricted, is even less likely. .

"Bang!" The flame demons waved their flaming whips, and even the dragon scales with high magic resistance were smashed into pieces, and the silver dragon scale fragments were scattered on the ground.

"Armor-breaking attribute!" Osbaiya's expression changed instantly. The dragon without the powerful dragon scale defense was definitely no match for the Balrog.

"The sky is broken and the mirror is destroyed!" The painful silver dragon screamed and unleashed a range-type forbidden spell. In an instant, the space centered on him shattered like a mirror, and a Balrog that could not dodge was shrouded in the range of the forbidden spell.

"Howl!" The Balrog roared loudly, and the fighting energy in his body surged out to resist the cutting force of space crazily.

"Peng!" A cloud of blood mist as thick as magma exploded, and the lower body of the Balrog was instantly shattered into pieces. The powerful lethality brought by the rules of space was undoubtedly revealed. This is the power of rules!

"Death!" The sharp dragon spear plunged straight into the seriously injured Balrog's head, and the originally bright eyes of the Balrog instantly dimmed.

"Sacred weapon!" The other Balrogs took a step back in fear. Only a divine weapon could kill a Balrog with powerful recovery talent in an instant!

"Haha, my eyesight is not bad. The name of this gun is Wanlong Fanshang! A divine weapon of the dragon clan!" Osbaiya's face was extremely ferocious.

"Leave everything to me today!" The surging fighting energy burst out of his body, and the human race's only dragon-riding commander was ready to fight for his life.

"Roar!" Four long whips came through the air and hit the silver dragon's torso hard, and the dragon's blood flew everywhere...

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"It's too difficult! We can't get out at all!" The battle lasted for nearly a day, and the silver dragon, with few good scales on his body, panted and whispered to his knight.

"Do we still have a chance of winning?" Osbeia looked at the four equally scarred Balrogs. Except for the Balrog that was carelessly slaughtered at the beginning, the other Balrogs were all safe with the artifact in Osbeia's hand. distance, the destructive power of the offensive artifact is extraordinary, because few mortal bodies can withstand the attack of divine power.

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