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

Chapter 168 Street Fighting
"Kill!" Omske roared, his lance radiating terrifying battle aura, and in the next second he slammed it against the narrow stone doorway.

"Bang!" Scattered stone fragments tore through the surrounding orcs like sharp arrows, leaving bloodied corpses scattered all over the ground.

"Kill!" The knights charged through the breach opened at Omske.

The orcs, who had just organized a team to intercept the enemy after sensing the danger, ran right into the charging knights as soon as they reached the steps.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"Tear~"

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

The neighing of warhorses, the screams of orcs, and the roars of knights mingled together, and in an instant, blood flowed like a river on the stone steps at the entrance. The knights charged upwards desperately, while the orcs pushed the knights downwards with all their might.

"Omske, open the breach! The troops behind are coming up!" Roland, caught in the flow of people, saw the endless stream of dwarven troops and royal guards beginning their assault and roared. If they were trapped here, countless people would die in this narrow place once the orcs turned their giant crossbows around.

"War Trample!" Omske yanked the reins, and the Abyss Warhorse reared up, then, enveloped in a surge of violent battle energy, stomped down heavily...

"Boom!" A terrifying shockwave, carrying violent light and shadow battle energy, erupted in a 60° area in front of the Abyss Warhorse. Instantly, within a 50-meter radius in front of Omsk, it was as if a giant hand had slammed through it. All the orcs were smashed into a mixture of flesh and bone fragments, with blackish-green blood swirling and spreading within. Even Roland, who had begun to adapt to the battlefield, felt a crazy discomfort in his stomach.

"Charge! Charge! To the ends of the earth! Slaughter them all!" While the remaining orcs were still stunned by the horrific scene, Omske grabbed his lance and charged forward. With a sweep of his lance, the orcs' bones broke and tendons snapped, and those who were lucky enough to survive fell to the ground howling in agony.

"Boom boom boom~" The Lagrange Knights, as expected of one of the most elite knights, suppressed their shock and churning stomachs and continued to charge with Omsk.

"It's working!" Omske exclaimed excitedly.

Finally, the orcs blocking the stone steps were all killed and scattered. Omsk led the knights to occupy the stone hall at the entrance. Through the doorway, the intricate network of paths behind it could be clearly seen.

"Dismount! Take control of this area! Await the next wave of troops!" Roland exclaimed with delight, finally overcoming the most difficult hurdle of entering the city.

The orcs were clever. Seeing that the city gate had fallen, they abandoned using their giant crossbows to snipe the allied soldiers crossing the bridge and instead moved their crossbows to wait for the allied forces to suffer greater casualties in the street fighting.

"The giant crossbow has been moved!" Iovia said, her face grim.

"These scum have gotten smarter!" Thranduil's expression was also unfriendly. As long as those giant crossbows remained in the crossbow towers or arrow towers, Iovia and the others could eliminate those troublesome giant crossbows at specific points. It would only take a little time anyway.

"Get the soldiers to follow!" Thranduil said helplessly to his adjutant. Now, all they could do was hope that the giant crossbows would cause less damage to the allied forces in the street fighting.

"Yes, sir!" The elves cautiously followed the dwarves into the city. The dwarves had already guarded the main street in front of the hall, while the side streets resembled gaping mouths, ready to devour any life that entered.

“We have to split up… there are too many forks in the road!” Roland said, exasperated.

“We need to get to the Royal Palace quickly to control the city’s central hub and block the enemy!” Bard was familiar with the architecture of various races, and he knew that the Elven Royal Palace could be used to divide the battlefield.

“The Ringwraiths are still hiding in the shadows! Don’t forget!” Balin said, leaning on his battle axe and looking at the brightly lit hall.

“Five forks in the road, and we only have four sixth-tier combatants… More importantly, we don’t know if the Ringwraiths are together…” Roland sighed, looking around the hall and vaguely seeing the glory of the elves in the previous era! Unfortunately, the elves are now an endangered species, and the exquisite stone carvings on the walls seem to be lamenting their tragic fate.

"Don't worry! Think of a way, there's always a way!" Verway quickly reassured the group, who were sweating profusely.

“We must explore all the paths; we can’t leave it unattended. After all, the roads here are interconnected, and besides, we don’t know what the orcs have done to this place over the past few thousand years.” Thranduil, as the host, stepped forward. Although he knew every street here, that knowledge was limited to what he knew thousands of years ago…

“You should ask Gandalf…after all, he’s been here and discovered the orc army.” Roland was somewhat speechless. The woodland elves, who clearly had the idea of ​​reclaiming this place, hadn’t even asked Comrade Gandalf, who had been here before? Although melee mages are a bit unreliable, it wouldn’t be a problem for them to describe the situation here clearly with their powerful memory.

“Gods…beard above! Poor dwarves, ignorant dwarves, wretched dwarves, how could you agree to fight a war with us without any preparation…Thorin and I must have been crazy, otherwise we wouldn’t have sent troops in the first place…” Balin howled, covering his eyes.

"So the enemy managed to stop us with just five forks in the road?" Bai Yi shrugged, his words full of sarcasm.

“No one is willing to sacrifice themselves. Besides, the team without sixth-tier combat power has chosen the wrong path and is almost certain to die…” Bard said wearily. This unsolvable problem has left him exhausted.

"The casualties in street fighting are too terrifying. Moreover, anyone without Tier 6 combat power is doomed if they encounter a Ringwraith. Even if there are Tier 6 combatants, we cannot rule out the possibility of three Ringwraiths gathering together to launch a forced attack... There is simply no solution!" Roland thought to himself. He would definitely not be willing to abandon the protection of Omske and lead his troops to attack a block. Of course, no one in the Allied Forces was willing to sacrifice the lives of their own people to benefit others.

“If Peter were here…” Iovia said, rubbing her temples.

"Wasn't he the one you kept around to guard the house?" Roland was speechless, a few black lines hanging down his head.

"I regret it! I didn't expect there to be five intersections here..." Iovia said, feeling wronged.

"My great Star Elf King, we've all stormed in! 3000 of us are stuck here, just to hear you say you've forgotten? Hurry up and call Peter Gro over! Don't just stay stuck here, who knows where the orc reinforcements are?" Roland said speechlessly. Knowing the plot well, he knew that Sauron had a group of demon dragons under his command, and those things were among the top-tier fighting forces of the dragon race.

“System check-in!” Roland said helplessly, looking at the sky that was beginning to glow. The whole night had passed, and he hadn’t had a proper fight with the orcs yet. He had been blocked at the bridgehead by the giant crossbow for half the night, and then he was stuck at this damned crossroads.

"Sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the El Niño Ranger*50."

"This... Heavens above! Earth above! So many years have passed... System, you've finally provided a new unit." Roland was deeply moved that the system had so kindly provided such a high-level unit in this time of crisis.

"……"system.

(End of this chapter)