The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Everything is as in the original history, the elves, led by Thranduil, are preparing to start a film with the dwarves of Iron Hill...

"Boom!" The foot of the mountain in the distance shook, and several hideous mouthparts came out from the ground.

"They have forgotten the existence of the giant earth snake." Azog said with a grim face.

The black orcs rushed out from the ground. They ran at high speed, the arm shield in their hand was raised in front of them, and the other hand held the weapon tightly, and they charged towards the elves, dwarves and humans howling.

"The devil is coming to beat us!" Ironfoot Dyne growled and pulled the reins to turn the wild boar on his mount.

"Fight! Fight! Descendants of Turin!" Dain roared.

The dwarves, who were about to fight the elf army to the death, turned their heads one after another, and ran with their short legs. With the sound of the shield hitting Peng Peng, a large shield wall swept across the road of the orcs. Roland guessed this wrong. , There are a full 1,500 dwarves, of which the number of professionals exceeds 500, which is a proper elite dwarf.

"Elves...why don't you fight?" Bilber looked up at Gandalf, looking at the indifferent elves.

"Thranduil! You cannot do this!" Gandalf shouted to Thranduil.

Thranduil hesitated to look back at the array of dwarves...

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"Speed ​​up! We have to get to the battlefield!" Roland said solemnly, he needed to see the specific situation before deciding whether to jump in this sinkhole or not. Although he is not a particularly qualified lord, he is definitely a person with a conscience. He knew that he had compassion for his subordinates, and that there was no need to make fearless sacrifices for unwinnable battles.

"We need to go around to the left side of the battlefield!" Roland directed everyone. After all, he couldn't appear directly behind the half-orc army. If the half-orcs fought back, Roland would have to run away. Now Roland seems to be in It is like walking on the tightrope of the abyss. One wrong step may lead to eternal redemption. Owning a system does not mean owning squandered capital! Without a complete logistics system and reserve troops, Roland is now like a rootless plant, and any failure is a disaster...

As for why it went around to the left, I just said that the backstab is useless in terms of Roland's current strength other than sending people's heads. On the right, not only is there Raven Hill where Azog's command is located, but it may also face anyone who joins the battlefield at any time. The half-orc reinforcements from the Gangbada fortress would be a lot of fun if they really ran past... Think about being caught in the middle of at least 20,000 orcs... The dragon knights can kill one of them for you, you must know the half-orcs The tyrannical warriors who also have professionals, and the shaman who are good at cursing are the big problems facing Roland.

"Ah hoo hoo!" The half-orc roared and slammed into the dwarf's shield wall.

Suddenly, the orcs in the front row were squinted by the sunlight. It wasn't sunlight...it was the blade light of the elf rangers.

Ranger occupation level division: Apprentice Ranger, Ranger, Intermediate Ranger, Advanced Ranger, Hawkeye Ranger and the highest titled stalker.

I have to say that Thranduil also spent nearly 1,000 ranger professional elves this time, and he threw them out. The elf ranger's machete was waving in the air, and the machetes attached to various war spirits were like hot knives cutting butter. Sharply cut through the armor, muscles, blood vessels, bones of the orcs...

The orcs were stunned by the sudden attack. They waved their weapons randomly to block, and a vine whip almost came out of the void.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" After the crisp whip sounded, the surrounding Orcs were all drenched in blood, and some Orcs were even knocked off by the vine whip. This is the skill that several high-level rangers have activated - Flay the Jungle: Summons a clump of vines to continuously flog the enemy.

"Kill! For the glory of Turin!" The dwarves who received support no longer huddled behind their shields, they removed their shields, and straightened their weapons to slam into the oncoming Orcs.

"Heavy slash!" The dwarf warrior professionals activated their skills. The sharp dwarven battle axe descended from top to bottom under the wrapping of the battle aura, and the turbulent battle aura blade slashed over a piece of orcs.

"Release!" The elven archers who were lined up set up bows and arrows, and a full 3,000 elven archers recklessly released sharp arrows with various skills.

"Hoohoo!"

"Ow!"

"Ha!"

A wave of arrow rain successfully blocked the half-orc army, their backup was blocked by the arrow rain, and the dense arrow rain left a large blank in their army formation.

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"Good guy! It's really turned into a pot of porridge?" Roland and his party lay on the top of the mountain without any image, pointing to the hot battlefield below.

"Sir, are we really going to fight?" Reynolds asked in a dark voice. He thought that Roland might want to take everyone to hell.

"Don't forget, we haven't got our commission back yet. The capital we started with is all in this mountain..." Roland glanced at Irubo, who was still closed, and couldn't help but feel passionate about the mountain of treasures in the city.

"Let's take a look at the situation first." Roland did not rush to a conclusion but carefully observed the battlefield.

"At least 4,000 elves! There should be about 1,000 dwarves, and there should be 500 soldiers in Longhu Town plus some recruited strong men!" Roland murmured, this is much more than in history, and because Roland The reason is that the people of Long Lake Town escaped the fate of being grilled by Smaug, so the surge in the number of human soldiers is understandable.

"But there are at least 15,000 orcs..." Kaslow thought about it weakly.

"Alas, this isn't even counting the half-orc reinforcements at the Fortress of Gangbad..." Roland sighed. If it weren't for the exchange of wealth for the evil money, Roland really didn't want to go into this muddy water. He has long passed the period of time when he just crossed over and played against Fang Qiu, this is the real world! Every decision you make may cost your subordinates or even your own lives. This is not a game!

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"They can't fight on two fronts! Attack the River Valley!" Azog saw the weakness of the coalition forces at a glance~www.readwn.com~ Standing on Raven Hill, he used this mantra that will save the enemy.

Humans will return to River Valley City to protect the old and the weak, and dwarves will not take a step back to protect Elub, but the number of elf troops can only allow them to participate in one battlefield, and they are bound to make a choice. Obviously, the elves will not cooperate with the dwarves. Fighting side by side, Azog easily completed the plan to divide the battlefield.

"Withdraw! River Valley State!" Bard looked at the half-orc who turned around and rushed towards River Valley State.

"Return to River Valley!" Seeing that the coalition forces were being continuously compressed by the Orcs, Thranduil gave an order to retreat, and the elves and humans quickly retreated to River Valley City under the cover of the elf shooters' alternate shooting...

In front of Elub's gate, only the dwarves were fighting, and their living space was constantly compressed.

"Sorin! Where is he? We need him?" Dain anxiously looked for his cousin on the battlefield.

"Ow!" A large knife stabbed and stabbed into the heart of Dyne's mount. The iron-footed Dyne was smashed to the ground.

"Bah!" Dyne, who got up from the ground, grabbed the spear that stabbed at him and sent it into the mouth of the orc who was attacking from behind. He waved the warhammer a few times and exploded the skull of the orc that passed by him.

"Roar!" The tall troll swung down with his battle axe, and a dwarf berserker couldn't dodge and was split into two halves in an instant.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom I heard a harsh metal friction sound, a dwarf warrior was stabbed into the gap of the armor by several weapons at the same time, he weakly swung his battle axe and fell to the ground...

"Sorin! Thorin—" Dyne, who watched the tragic death of his clan, shouted the name of Thorin Oakenshield frantically on the battlefield. Unfortunately, at this time, Sorin had fallen into the curse of the dragon's gold...

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