"Today... maybe none of us will survive, but history will remember you and me! We have held on to our glory and faith!" Roland looked at each of Lagrand's people.
"Maybe! Lagrand's flag will eventually fall! Maybe! The empire can never be revived! Maybe! People will forget your and my names! But today I hope you will charge with me! Charge with me to hell! Charge with me!
Toward death! Toward the end of the world!" Roland roared.
"For the glory of the empire! Kill!" Roland raised the dragon-slaying sword high, and everyone immediately became excited.
"Blow the war horn! Tell the bastards below... the emperor of Lagrand is coming!" Roland turned his head slightly and looked at Kaslo.
"Here!" Kaslo lowered his head respectfully and took out a war dragon horn from his arms. This thing is a rare item that Roland got when he signed in. It can greatly improve the morale of his subordinates. Roland threw it away after getting it.
Gave it to Castro.
"Hmm~" Different from the clear sound of the elves' horns, the high pitch of the dwarves' horns, a penetrating bass penetrated the entire battlefield, and even Azog on Raven Ridge narrowed his eyes.
"箜箜箜!" The dull sound of footsteps accompanied by the deep horn sounded throughout the battlefield.
In the east under the sunlight, a dazzling light shines, and figures appear on the hills under the sunlight. A huge golden dragon flag with a red background is swaying in the wind...
"Huh? Who are they?" Azog asked in confusion.
"This is...Lord Raglan? Roland?" Bard, who was struggling to hold on to an observation tower, saw the highly recognizable flag in the distance at a glance.
"Oh! It's Mr. Roland!" Bilbo also recognized the dragon flag.
"There is still hope in this battle. The mysterious lord has finally come with his army..." Gandalf smiled with his eyes, obviously he had predicted certain things before, and now he is sure of it.
"Roland! They are still alive!" The dwarves in Erub City waved excitedly towards the east.
"Who are they?" Thranduil looked at the unfamiliar flag.
"Aha! Children! The reinforcements have arrived!" Ironfoot Dyne shouted as he looked at the moving steel forests.
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"Here we are..." Renault suddenly sang in a low voice.
Roland, who was riding on the war horse, was stunned. Then he remembered that the official Lord of the Rings game purchased the copyright of "Star Sky" as Raglan's war hymn in order to pay tribute to the entire Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series.
The song accompanies Lagrand's soldiers as they fight...
"Riding the sky, painting the night with the sun..." At this time, the knights beside him also spoke slowly.
The war horse under its crotch moved slowly along with the singing, and the sound of the horse's hooves gradually became brisk. Finally, under the leadership of Roland and Renault, 100 Lagrand knights galloped wildly, and a sacred halo enveloped them. The two saints
The holy halo released by the knights joined hands enveloped the entire knights, and at the same time they also waved their hands to give holy encouragement to the rapid infantry and Battanian archers.
Gradually... As the distance between the knights and others became farther and farther, the Battanian archers riding war horses behind them were revealed. The archers rode fully armed sharma horses and held bright mithril bows.
The god's eyes were fixed on the back of the knights. During the war song, the Battanian archers galloped around on both sides, finally revealing the rapid infantry in a rapid formation. They were 30 people in a row.
There were 10 people in a row, accompanied by the shooters, holding shields and holding rifles and galloping down the mountain.
Amid the frightened gazes of countless pairs of eyes, a dragon roar resounded through the sky and even overshadowed the passionate singing on the battlefield... Enter Caslo, the flying dragon knight!
"Dragon! No! It's a four-legged flying dragon!" Thranduil looked at the flying dragon with a dragon saddle on its back in surprise.
"Ang!" The sharp storm blade was spit out by the wind dragon, and the twisted wind element exploded as soon as it hit the ground, leaving a path of flesh and blood dozens of meters long on the ground.
"Kill!" Under the rain of arrows, the knights led by Roland hit the orcs' flanks with a wall charge. The hastily organized defense line was destroyed by the lances of the knights. At least 102 lances were hung on.
There were more than two hundred orc corpses.
The iron hooves trampled wantonly, and the orcs wailed and became dead souls under the sharp edge of the knights. Plasma, viscera, and meat scraps... covered the helmets of the knights. Roland looked through the helmets, as if the whole world had turned red.
But the knights were still charging forward crazily driven by horsepower... There were even nearly 10 orcs' twitching corpses hung on the knight's lance. The knights discarded the heavy lance without caring, and pulled it from their waists.
Suddenly he drew his long sword and held it in front of him, the knights were still charging...
"Boom!" There was an explosion, and Kasluo swooped down from the sky with a dragon gun in his hand. His fighting spirit was compressed into a sharp edge on the tip of his gun, and he pointed it toward a group of orcs holding shields on the ground. The terrifying wind
The attribute dragon war energy directly exploded the "turtle shell", and the unconstrained wind element ravaged the orc's body. They smashed the skin, flesh and bones, and tore the armor and shield...
"No!" Azog, who witnessed all this on Raven Ridge, roared angrily. The dwarves who had been forced into a desperate situation regrouped with the help of this sudden army and once again stabilized their position.
In the sky, Kaslo still swooped down from time to time, sending wind blades and dragon spears full of blessings from the Lagrang people to the orc friends below.
The obscure dragon language sounded, and the surrounding wind elements gathered towards the dragon under Kaslo...
"Get away! Dragon Language Magic!" Thranduil, who was under Kaslo, looked at this familiar scene and shouted to everyone.
The humans and elves who heard Thranduil's reminder rushed towards the house. Suddenly a huge tornado was fanned out by the four-legged wind dragon with its wings. This strange green tornado was controlled by Kaslo's dragon.
The most powerful of several simple dragon language magics - Storm Tornado! Under the guidance of the dragon's thoughts, this tornado swept horizontally beside the city wall of River Valley City, and countless orcs were swept into the tornado.
This tornado is essentially formed by countless high-speed rotating wind blades and free wind elements. The orcs involved in it were shattered one after another. By the time the tornado dissipated, the original cyan tornado had turned into blood red... Countless flesh foam followed.
Falling from the sky with a tornado.
At this moment, Roland had followed the knights through the Orc army attacking the dwarves. The entire Orc army was cut through from left to right. At least a thousand Orcs died under their iron hooves. The entire Knights
The price paid was less than a quarter of the fighting spirit.
"Turn around! Charge again!" Roland shouted as he saw the tide of orcs coming in again.
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"burn the page for me,i cannot erase the time of sleep,i cannot be loved so set me free,i cannot deliver you your "Love..." Accompanied by the passionate war song, the infantrymen slammed into the orcs.
The army was filled with screaming orcs for a while. The rapid infantry in front handed out their carbine rifles, and when they took them back, they were always accompanied by a pile of smelly black blood. They sang war songs passionately and strode across the army.
They keep advancing past the dying orcs on the ground, they are like a rushing stream! They are fearless! They are invincible!
The Battanian archers protected the fragile Temple Priest Ivy and hung behind the rushing infantry. All they had to do was clear out the orcs swarming towards their flanks. They relied on their precise archery and extremely fast firing rate.
It actually successfully suppressed the orcs on both sides.
The Knights of Holy Glory, who had returned from fighting again, met the rapid-flow military formation that was pouring down like a torrent. Roland slashed several orcs with his sword and gave orders to the rapid-flow infantry.
"Hurry to River Valley City!" Roland said coldly.
"Here!" The rushing infantry followed the gap created by the knights and rushed out before the orcs surrounded them, heading straight for River Valley City.
Roland thought carefully about doing this. With the maneuverability of the Knights, the mounted guerrillas of the Battanian shooters and the flying dragon knights who have control of the air, they can quickly stabilize the situation on the dwarves' side. After all, the dwarves lack output units.
Instead of melee human shield units, the human and elf coalition forces in Riverdale City were different. Roland saw a large number of corpses of elf rangers. Once the elf archers were approached by thick-skinned orcs, it would be a disaster...
…The rushing infantry can effectively make up for the lack of elves’ melee units.
"Boom, boom, boom~" came a rushing sound from the direction of Raven Ridge.
"Sir! The orc reinforcements have arrived! At least 20,000 people!" Kasluo, who was flying high and far away, quickly passed by Roland and left these words briefly before pulling up the dragon saddle and flying towards Raven Ridge.
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"Ang!" Amidst the angry roar of the dragon, Kaslo rode the flying dragon and fought with the war bats of Gundaba.
"Brothers! Form a formation! Stop them!" Looking at the orcs pouring down like a torrent, the rapid infantry changed their direction. They wanted to use their mortal bodies to prevent the orc army from converging...
"Bang!" The huge stone wall was smashed open by the golden bell, and the king under the mountain finally got rid of the curse of the evil dragon.
"Kill!" Thorin Oakenshield rushed out first, followed by the other dwarves.
"Hi! Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time! What have you been doing?" Dine Ironfoot hurriedly came up to him and hugged Thorin happily.