The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Crack!" The soft halo from the fire warmed the surrounding tents. Many vigilant dwarves had their noses drenched from the cold. From time to time, some people lifted the flagon at their waists and took a sip. Everyone gasped. After searching with wide-eyed eyes, after all, those terrifying troll spear throwers are completely capable of sending unsuspecting heavy troops to the Eternal Land. The great King Roland almost proved this with himself.

"Will they come?" Ouli wiped his snot and turned to look at Ouyin beside him.

"God knows, but seeing that King Roland's subordinates are serious about this, it shouldn't be groundless!" Fluoyin leaned over, unscrewed the flagon at his waist, and poured the warm dwarf spirits into his mouth.

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"Dragon God! Is it okay for them to drink like this?" Several Lordaeron rangers who were sitting on the canopy watching guard said helplessly after smelling the scent of wine wafting from the camp.

"God knows, I just hope they won't be able to wield their battle axes for a while..." A ranger rubbed his red nose.

"Okay, silence! Be alert! We're not here to chat! Always pay attention to the movement around you, it's already late at night! The trolls should take action!" At this moment, the captain of the ranger team said in a deep voice.

In an instant, the group of people who were still farting and chatting became quiet. They were the outermost line of defense in the camp, and also the most important one.

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"My lord, why don't you rest?" Seeing that Roland was up in the middle of the night, Kaslo couldn't help but poke the charcoal fire in the brazier and asked.

"Damn! If you get **** by those bastards, you'll know! Am I unwilling to rest? I'm in pain!" Roland cursed in a low voice.

"Ah! That's really a pity, I haven't experienced such an experience..." Kaslo said in a daze, looking a little too honest.

"I'm so..." Roland was at a loss for words. Although Caslo seemed to have no problem with what he said, why did he sound so flustered? It seems that there is a lot of ridicule hidden in it?

"Wow!" The curtain was lifted, and Omsk came in holding the sword.

"Hi! How about the brave boy come here to enjoy the cold by the fire? Haven't our guests come yet?" Roland teased, the low temperature at night had already covered Omsk's armor with a layer of hoarfrost .

"Your Highness, you're joking...but those black skins still haven't moved." Omsk shook his head and sat beside the brazier.

"Let our people pay attention to vigilance, but also keep warm, it's still very cold at night!" Roland said, looking at Omsk's armor.

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I have notified you." Omsk nodded.

"It's almost the middle of the night, and those trolls haven't moved yet? Could it be that they're not coming?" Caslo scratched his head and yawned.

"Heh, I hope they will come sooner, finish the fight earlier and be safe sooner, otherwise we will have to live in fear along the way." Omsk frowned, compared to the trolls rushing up to attack like a swarm, He is more worried about the guerrilla harassment of those things. If such a thing is really going to happen, then he should consider advising His Royal Highness Roland to go home. After all, the Kingdom of LaGrand does not have enough lives to fill this bottomless "" Big pit".

"Indeed, compared to the spear in front of your eyes, the bow and arrow hidden in the dark is more difficult to guard against!" Roland nodded.

"Just wait, there will be a result!" Kaslo turned on the brazier, wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned aside.

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"Sasha~" The swaying bushes in the forest caught the attention of a Lordaeron ranger squatting on a treetop.

"What is that?" The ranger who noticed the abnormality squinted his eyes and tried hard to distinguish, but the longbow in his hand stretched unconsciously.

"Zhizhi~" The teeth-stinging sound of the strings is clear to everyone in the silent night.

"Bang!" With the trembling sound of the bowstring, a steel arrow whizzed into the depths of the forest.

"Aw!" A dull and shrill roar suddenly sounded, and it was obvious that the arrow had hit something.

"Enemy attack! Damn it! They're coming! Be on alert!" the Lordaeron ranger on guard shouted hoarsely, then quickly stepped on the branches and swung away from the big tree as if remembering something.

"Du Tuo~" A series of wooden spears were firmly nailed to the tree trunk. It can be seen that if the ranger hadn't left this place just now, he would have become a specimen nailed to the tree at this moment... (No way, no way! Could it be? Anyone else believe that a ranger's leather and mail armor can withstand a heavy spear?)

"Damn it! They're coming! Counterattack! Shoot them!" A squad leader named Ranger of Lordaeron stood up. They are weak alone and can only delay the progress of these trolls.

"The camp should have received the news! Our mission is complete! Brothers, retreat!" The ranger captain shouted at his subordinates watching the raging "troll tide".

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"Oh! My God, I just closed my eyes! What happened?" Roland, who had just fallen asleep, was picked up suddenly! That's right! It just picked it up, and then when Roland was trying to open his sleepy eyes, he frantically put something on him. With his sense of touch, Roland probably felt that it should be armor...

"Your Highness! The trolls are attacking! The Rangers of Lordaeron are blocking the perimeter, but their disparity in strength shouldn't last long. Omsk and I have to deploy defenses! Take care of yourself, Your Highness!" The curtain of the tent was blocked by Kaslo It was lifted, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Roland couldn't help shivering, and his consciousness slowly returned to his body.

"The troll is here? Dragon God! Come on! Put on the armor!" Roland woke up instantly, grabbed the plate armor that the attendants were tinkering with, and put it on at a speed that everyone was dumbfounded.

"Oh! My God! Look! Look! Great King LaGrand! That is comparable to the armor speed of the Purple Lightning Dragon. Are you so afraid of death?" the Elf Dragon raised his head and said lazily.

"Fuck off! I don't have any dragon scales on the thing blocking the way!" After kicking away the Smurf blocking the way, Roland grabbed the Aegis Aliael and the Dragon Slaying Sword and rushed out.

"Cut! Troll? What deterrent power does that kind of ants have? Look at your terrified looks..." The Smurf, with pride written on his face, fluttered his wings dissatisfied and flew to Roland's hammock, closing his dragon eyes again.

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"How's the situation?" Roland, who was a little pale, came to the front of the formation.

"King Roland, please forgive me!" Balin sighed.

"It's okay! We have to clean up these things sooner or later. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Roland shook his head.

"The situation is like this now. There are alarms coming from all around. It seems that they want to besiege us! I have asked everyone to come out and set up defenses. The front gate of the camp is guarded by the royal guards. I will hand it over to Dovini An armored swordsman and city guards, believe me those crappy wooden spears will never allow Dovinian's heavy armored swordsman to break through the defense, and the city guards will tell the price to be paid with hand crossbows and spears, and the rest The left and right directions are defended by the dwarves and the retreating rangers, I believe they can do all this well." Omsk quickly explained to Roland.

"Your Excellency Bahrain! Do you have any comments?" Roland turned his head and asked.

"Of course not, try to arrange it with your subordinates." Balin agreed.

"That's how it is! Let's fight here!" Looking at the human Great Wall made up of teams of steel heavy equipment, Roland was full of heroism, troll? What a cat and a dog!

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