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

Chapter 352 Suppression! Brutal Beating!
"Good boy! Stop dreaming..." Roland affectionately ruffled Nyx's little head and smiled wryly. The Wall Knights and the Champion Knights were both the pinnacle knightly orders of the empire; ordinary kingdoms simply didn't have the ability to maintain them, let alone themselves.

"Waaah! I'm not a child anymore!" Nyx pouted and complained as Roland coaxed her like a child. Although she said that, she kept rubbing her head against Roland's chest.

"Alright, stop fooling around. It's getting late. Let's go to sleep." Roland looked at the exquisitely beautiful Nyx and couldn't help but feel a surge of passion in his heart. He put his arm around Nyx's slender waist and whispered in her ear.

Before Nyx could react, Roland gently tossed her onto the bed and then lightly untied her skirt, instantly brightening the dimly lit room with her fair and smooth body.

"Mmm... Roland," Nyx said sweetly, gently stroking Roland's face.

Roland smiled. This little girl has really opened up now. She's slowly shed the shyness she had when they first met and has learned to be coquettish... Indeed, a girl who can be coquettish is even more charming.

"Woof!" Roland transformed into a big bad wolf and pounced...

At this moment, the castle bathed in moonlight is bursting with springtime beauty, exuding an aura of hormones. Even the moon couldn't bear to watch any longer and silently hid behind the clouds...

Unlike Roland, who was enjoying life, Apophis Breo, Reno, and Omsk were making their way in the dark towards the direction predicted by the scouts.

“Are they crazy?” Apophis Breo said in a low voice. He discovered that this group had set up camp in an unobstructed plain without any cover, which meant that they could not rely on the terrain to form a defensive line.

“They seem very confident in their abilities!” Omske grinned.

“They don’t need defense. Once the fully armored knights get going, it’s a massacre!” Renault said calmly.

“Something’s not right! They don’t seem to be from the Dark Faction! I don’t recognize this kind of armor!” Omsk said, glancing at the Swan Knights’ swan plate armor.

Heaven have mercy! If the Swan Knights knew what Ormusk was thinking, they would definitely cry foul. They are in Dor'anroth, the southernmost part of Gondor. It would be a miracle if you northerners even had a memory of them!

"Then what should we do? Knock them all out first? And then interrogate them slowly?" Apophis Breo clenched his fist.

"Should we take another look?" Renault's lips twitched. What were his teammates all like? Were they really that reckless?
Just as Renault was still pondering, a powerful battle aura suddenly exploded around him! The black and white battle aura, ten meters high, shot up more than ten meters!

"Me!" Renault was startled and was about to make a move when he was directly blasted away by the battle aura flames.

"Damn it!" Renault thought to himself, caught completely off guard in mid-air.

"Boom!" Before Renault could even land, he was blasted into the air by a shockwave of battle aura. It was none other than Apophis Breo who had charged out...

"I *%#+￥……beep beep beep!" Renault then performed an electronic music routine in mid-air.

"Buzz!" Soft holy light illuminated the darkness. Reno, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, knelt on the ground, instantly exuding a bit of swagger. However, his expression quickly made that swagger vanish.

"Holy Sword! Judgment!" Renault roared, trembling. He was so angry that he just wanted to vent his rage and unleashed his strongest skill without holding back.

"Boom!" A holy sword a hundred meters long, surrounded by dazzling holy light, crashed straight down towards the camp below with the force of thunder.

"Waaah...!" Apophis Breo was forced to the ground by an immense pressure before he could finish speaking. "Light and Shadow Barrier!" Omsk defied the heavens, turning the terrifyingly falling holy sword into a project that was all bark and no bite.

"What's going on?" Jessie Ava ran out in a panic, just in time to run into the menacing Apophis Breo.

"Green-skinned dwarf? King's Spear!" Apophis Breo raised an eyebrow and unleashed a relentless punch. His iron fist, enhanced with the King's Lion Knight's special skill, slammed fiercely towards Jessie Ava! The King's Spear's skill had only one effect: armor penetration! A third-tier Grand Knight using this skill was more than capable of damaging a sixth-tier professional!

"Bang!" After piercing through several layers of magical barriers and shields, the iron fist slammed into Jessie's face with undiminished momentum.

"Smack!" The great goblin king was sent flying far away by a slap from a great knight. If it weren't for the countless alchemical and magical items he possessed, Jessie's head would have been a smashed watermelon by now.

"Enemy attack!" The Swan Knight Commander reacted the moment Omske released his battle aura, and soon he was filled with despair... When a sixth-tier hero crashed into him at 100 miles per hour, he realized he couldn't even struggle!

The battle aura that marked the fourth-tier Grand Knight Commander soared into the sky, reaching a height of seven or eight meters. The icy blue battle aura rapidly spread towards Omsk, and frost quickly covered his body. However, Omsk ignored it completely. With a jolt of his battle aura, the layer of ice vanished instantly.

"Clang!" The knight's shield, as big as a door, slammed down on his head. Even though Omske held back, it almost smashed him into a pulp. He immediately went black and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"Tsk!" Apophis Breo looked surprised as he listened to the lingering sound of the knocking.

"Does it sound good? If it sounds good, then it's a good head!" Omske laughed and raised his shield.

"Boom!" Omsk and Apophis Breo saw a flash of light, which, if Roland were to describe it, would be like being fed a flashbang.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Renault transformed into a streak of light, surging through the Swan Knights' camp. His scabbard-covered knightly swords struck the Swan Knights' heads with pinpoint accuracy, and one by one, the Swan Knights fell swiftly...

"Tsk tsk tsk! So eager?" Omske clicked his tongue as he recovered.

If Roland here refers to Quareno as a reincarnation of the Golden Flash...

……

"Hmm! We seem to be in trouble!" Apophis Breo suddenly froze, and stopped binding the Swan Knight.

"What's wrong?" Renault walked over, puzzled.

“Uh…” Renault was silent for a moment, at a loss for words.

"What's going on? None of them are saying anything... Holy crap! Gondor!" Omske stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

So the three of them just got a beating from the Gondorian knights? What was that little green monster? And why were the Gondorians running over here? The three of them stared at the Gondorian swan knights lying on the ground with bewildered expressions...

"So... how about we leave? Just pretend we were never here?" Apophis Breo said awkwardly, a smirk on his face. Even a fool would know that Gondor, though not an ally, was still one of the allied forces' own. Giving Gondor a sound beating in the middle of nowhere could cause a diplomatic incident! Even though they hadn't established diplomatic relations yet...

(End of this chapter)