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

Chapter 250 Giant Cannibal

"Bahrain! Watch out!" Roland suddenly shouted, glancing around before grabbing a rough iron spear and hurling it at Balin's back. Even the best standard weapons made by the dwarves couldn't escape the passage of time; these goblins must have found them in some hidden corner.

"Awooo!" The piercing roar terrified Balin. He then realized that a 5-meter-tall ogre had appeared behind him, holding a huge axe-spear. However, it was now struggling to pull out a javelin embedded in its body.

"By Turin! A giant troll!" A look of astonishment appeared in Balin's eyes; clearly, this thing was beyond his expectations.

"Is this also part of your plan? Giant ogres?" Roland parried an incoming spear while simultaneously severing its legs. From the darkness, ogres were surging forth in droves…

"No! To be honest, I didn't even know these things existed here!" Balin swung his battle axe and chopped off the arm of an ogre, then smashed its skull with a chain hammer.

"Looks like we miscalculated! But it doesn't matter! Charge out! Lagrange Knights! Assemble!" Roland's blood boiled, and his fighting spirit surged instantly. At this moment, he wished he could drink the blood of his enemies with his lance and sword.

"Thud!" Caslo stabbed an ogre that was closing in on Roland to death with a single sword strike.

"Excuse my bluntness, Your Highness, but you did not bring a single knight with you! If you need a charge, Omske and I are willing to serve you!" Caslo retorted in a sophisticated manner, while also addressing Roland.

“…” Omsk.

"..." Roland.

"..." Bahrain looked completely bewildered.

"Okay, it was an accident! Seeing them standing so close together, I couldn't help but want to rush at them! Occupational hazard, occupational hazard..." Roland laughed awkwardly to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Bahrin! Get the dwarves together! Goblins, bury your men!" Roland suddenly saw dozens of goblins piled up on a dwarf, who was already unable to move. Countless decaying weapons were thrusting at him through the gaps. Roland knew that if this continued, the dwarf fighting alone would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

"Hmm!" A muffled horn sound echoed in Hall 10. Although this would attract more enemies, it was the fastest way Bahrain could think of to send a message.

"Whoosh whoosh~" Upon hearing the horn, the dwarves fully demonstrated their military prowess. They quickly formed steel walls and placed them across the battlefield. Instantly, most of the goblins who dared to cross the line were killed by the dwarves in front of the shield walls.

"They're insane! They're fighting like madmen!" Roland finally caught his breath. With the dwarves coordinating their attacks and Lagrange's tin cans crushing them, the goblin offensive in Hall Ten had been suppressed. Only a few ogres remained, hiding behind nearby pillars, waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, the Lordaeron rangers had firmly suppressed these ranged attackers. After a brief exchange of fire, the goblin archers had experienced firsthand the destructive power of one of the world's finest ranger groups! Fifty Lordaeron rangers were fighting against nearly two hundred goblin archers (let's just call them archers for now...). The scene was so brutal that it seemed like a massacre. Often, before the goblins could even draw their bows, a steel arrow would accurately pierce their eyes...

"These giant trolls are really troublesome!" Balin approached Roland with a gloomy expression. "What happened?" Looking at Balin's pained eyes, he seemed to guess what had happened.

"The dwarven army is already losing men! Three of our warriors have given their lives to reclaim their homeland... They were all crushed to death by those giant ogres!" Balin closed his eyes in anguish, a few tears streaming down his face.

"Have they already started losing men? Tsk!" Roland frowned. Moria was indeed difficult to subdue. Three dwarves had already fallen so soon after they entered. This was completely unavoidable; when those five-meter-tall ogres slammed down with heavy weapons, the dwarves were utterly unable to withstand it. The disadvantage of their height was glaringly obvious at this moment. As for Roland's Lagrang soldiers? Well, apart from the Lordaeron Rangers, these Lagrang troops, who advanced in formation at every turn, were truly formidable! Breaking through their defenses with the help of their formations would indeed require a bit of luck, unless the individual strength of the orcs could overwhelm them—at least a fifth-tier or higher would be needed! And Omske wasn't one to be trifled with; high-ranking orc soldiers were no different from light bulbs in his eyes, and they were his priority targets! As for the fragile Lordaeron Rangers? With the giant ogres' long attack animation, the Lordaeron Rangers could not only run 800 meters away but also return the attack with a couple of arrows…

"The road ahead is still long, and we can't risk our lives..." Balin said firmly. He came to reclaim Moria, not to plunder. It was essential to occupy the necessary population and soldiers here! Thorin would not give him a second expeditionary force, after all, these troops were already Thorin's friendly assistance, and Irubor's population was also scarce.

"Let's play it safe and clear this out first. We'll spend the night here!" Roland nodded. Haste makes waste, and besides, they weren't in a hurry yet!

“Watch out, I see a lot of trolls hiding behind those pillars over there!” Balin said, pointing towards the shadows ahead.

“They’re probably gathering their forces! I see shield bearers!” Caslo shook his head. These goblins were assembling their troops in the darkness; they had no intention of giving up on this hall so easily.

"King Roland! I need your archers to fire some rockets to light the way ahead!" Balin squinted, unaware of the countless enemies lurking in the darkness.

"Rangers!" Roland waved his hand. A very reasonable suggestion, wasn't it?
"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Strips of cloth soaked in grease were wrapped around arrows, lit, and then hurled by the rangers of Lordaeron. Immediately, a series of howls and screams rang out from afar, and every now and then a few "fire men" would tumble, roll, and howl as they rushed out, only to be burned to ashes and then silence returned.

"Hey! Did we disturb a goblin's nest?" Through the light of the rocket, everyone saw a chilling scene before them: layers upon layers of goblins huddled together in the shadows, waiting for their chance.

"Fire! Lagrange City Guards! Fire!" Roland hurriedly ordered his ranged units to suppress the enemy with fire. Although their attack was negligible, it still caused considerable panic among the goblins.

"Push them forward slowly! We need to compress their space and reduce our battle lines!" Caslow whispered. The lack of manpower was still their biggest problem. Even with 1000 men scattered throughout the hall, they still seemed too few.

"Slowly push forward!" Bahrain ordered, brandishing his battle axe.

I'm updating late today. I've been feeling really unwell these past few days; it feels like there's something stuck in my throat...

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(End of this chapter)