The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1033 Thousands upon thousands of wolf riders?

The wolf riders who were besieging the manor never expected that someone would launch an attack on them in this isolated and helpless wilderness. The gleaming lances were incredibly dazzling. Iris Stark was just an ordinary second-tier knight with limited battle aura, so he didn't activate his charge skill at all and relied entirely on his warhorse's momentum to charge!

The thunderous hoofbeats attracted the attention of many wolf riders, but most of them quickly turned their gaze back to the manor. Only a dozen or so wolf riders rode their mounts to meet the attack. After all, apart from Iris Stark leading the charge, he was followed by several disorganized armed herders riding ordinary packhorses. Although these packhorses could not be used as warhorses, they were adequately fast for unarmored herders.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The herdsmen scattered and fired their hunting bows toward the direction the orcs were charging. Although the Kingdom of Rohan was relatively poor, it could still afford iron arrows, unlike the nomads of the north who had to resort to bone arrows. (They had a certain level of metallurgical industry.)

"Roar!" A wolf rider charged forward first, his dire wolf howling, its raised blades almost blinding in the early winter.

"Charge!" Iris Stark grinned maliciously, her battle flames suddenly igniting, and her warhorse's speed increased even further! Under the horrified gazes of the orc werewolf riders, the lance in Iris Stark's hand gleamed with the battle flames that symbolized death!

"Thud!" A dull tearing sound of flesh rang out as the two riders passed each other. The rider on the back of the dire wolf and the warhorse suddenly appeared on Iris Stark's lance.

"Heh~" Dark purple blood foam spilled from the orc's mouth. It twitched as it gripped the gun barrel, its hands bracing itself as if trying to find a foothold. But soon, its body gradually cooled under the burning heat of the battle aura, and frost began to spread from its wounds.

"Kill!" The dire wolf, having escaped death, was met with a fierce attack from several armed herders as soon as it charged out. First, several iron arrows pierced its flesh, and before the dire wolf could turn to flee, the armed herders raised their maces and smashed them into the dire wolf's head! With the sound of bones shattering, the dire wolf slid a short distance before collapsing to the ground, rolling several times before becoming motionless.

"Pfft!" Iris Stark, leading the charge, perfectly demonstrated the knight's suppressive power! With just one charge, four corpses were already hanging from his conical lance, swaying in the wind. The first orc had already been turned into an ice sculpture by Iris Stark's icy battle aura!

"Clang!" The moment the fifth wolf rider was killed, a stench swept over, and Iris Stark instinctively raised her spear to shield her face.

"Crack!" The recoil from the clash of metal shattered the frozen corpse hanging on the lance. Iris Stark instinctively spun the lance to shake off the debris, and then the speed of her movements increased. After getting rid of the corpse hanging on it, Iris Stark felt a little lighter.

"Bang!" The powerful conical lance, though without a blade, could still easily break the spine of a dire wolf when swung down with the aura of battle. After the last dire wolf collapsed to the ground, Iris Stark finally had time to care about the others.

"These lunatics! The manor is burning!" Iris Stark's gaze froze as she stared at the manor engulfed in flames. For the first time, Iris Stark felt powerless. The burning manor clearly could not shelter the poor people living inside. Even from this distance, Iris Stark could almost hear the desperate cries from within.

"Form ranks! We have to find a way to stop them, or at least distract them! Come on, warriors..." Iris Stark pulled up her visor and looked behind her, calling out to the armed herdsmen who were fighting alongside her.

“…Now we have an even stronger reason to stop these beasts!” Iris Stark gave a bitter smile. Behind him lay a pool of blood, with several armed herders lying on the grass. Scattered around their bodies were the remains of orcs and the carcasses of dire wolves. Some had even fought to the death with dire wolves, their bodies intertwined and indistinguishable.

"Those beasts!" Iris Stark glanced deeply at the fallen shepherds before pulling down her visor again, raising her lance, and charging toward the burning manor!

"I am Iris Stark, Knight of the Cold Mountain! For the glory of the Hussars of Rohan!"

"...Count! Count, something terrible has happened! The orcs are here!" Before the morning sun had even dispelled the thick fog, a rider appeared on the distant horizon. The rider stumbled and scrambled onto the newly lowered drawbridge and rushed into the lord's tent.

"Ok?"

"Hmm!" Archduke Oakrian Yaso and Oakrian Ryukin, who were having breakfast with Count Lemon, both raised their eyelids and looked at the newcomer with great interest.

"Don't get agitated! Give him a cup of hot soup! Speak slowly!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said with great composure and magnanimity.

"Thank you for your generosity, gulp~" The herdsman thanked him without caring about his dirty hands and then scooped up the hot soup and drank it all in one go.

"Tell me, what happened? What's wrong with the orcs?" Count Lemon asked, displeased. Because Lemon Town was still under reconstruction, to prevent orcs from raiding their base (although they had two Tier 6 cavalrymen and a dragon with extremely long-range perception, Grand Duke Okrian Yaso and his men remained silent), Count Lemon had scrambled over a hundred men from his thousand cavalrymen into a reconnaissance force spread out over a hundred miles to scout! If there really was an orc attack, it could only be attributed to the reconnaissance force's negligence! After all, orcs didn't have much of a supply capacity to allow them to march at night!

"The North! I am from the Baron of Gain and Loss in the North! Thousands upon thousands of wolf riders have appeared in the North! Our lord's manor is under siege!" The herdsman cowered, but still mustered the courage to plead for help.

"The North! The Territory of Gaishi? Are there any troops there?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso asked first.

"Yes!" The herdsman immediately raised his head proudly.

"?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso was taken aback, thinking he was about to say something earth-shattering.

“We have dozens of armed herdsmen and a knight!” the herdsman said proudly.

"Pfft!" Before Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo could even speak, a wisp of white smoke rose from his shoulder, clearly indicating that the Dragon King Chewu couldn't help but laugh.

"Wait a minute? Tens of thousands of wolf riders?" Okrian Ryukin couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately turned his pleading gaze to the Dragon King Chewu.

“That’s normal. Militiamen don’t know how to count. A few dozen cavalrymen can make it look like a thousand troops. It’s not surprising that they misjudge! I estimate there are at least a hundred!” Grand Duke Okrian Yaso was very calm. He put his hand down to reassure everyone. As a grand duke with experience in commanding large armies, he knew all too well how much exaggeration was in the intelligence given by those non-professional scouts!
"Let alone whether Mordor has tens of thousands of wolf riders, how would this plain support even a thousand wolf riders? If it did, war would have broken out long ago!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said calmly.

“I remember Lord Deshi, Lord Deshi… Hmm, is he alright?” Count Lemon thought for a moment and finally found the baron in this remote corner of the world in his memory.

Family, I won the revival match! Let's go on a trip!