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

"Crack!" A pale, bony arm emerged from the soil as the earth cracked open, revealing a skull glowing with ghostly blue soul fire.

A deep, resonant sound echoed across the land.

With a series of low, shrill screams, pale skeletons emerged from the earth. They wandered aimlessly at first, until a thick, jet-black arm of corpse protruded from the ground...

"Aow!" A chilling wail echoed across the entire wasteland.

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"What's going on?" The vanguard knights of the Holy Light Knights looked around in confusion. Their intuition told them that something was wrong, but they couldn't find the root of the problem. They could only mount their horses and stand guard.

"What was that scream just now? Take a headcount!" The centurion frowned, his entire body enveloped in battle aura flames, activating his skill Glory!
The knights also activated their Glory Skills, and the various colored battle flames connected and became one. The battle flames enveloped each person, and all the battle flames connected into one. The entire knight order was like a burning flame, emitting flames of different colors.

"Clop clop clop!" The warhorses began to trot slowly under the urging of the knights. After all, speed was the foundation of the knightly order. Without speed, the knightly order was no different from the infantry. The fundamental reason why the knightly order was able to roam the Central Plains was that, under the protection of the Glory skill, they could quickly cut through the enemy without harming themselves in the slightest.

"By the Dragon God!" After rounding a mound, the knights' faces changed color. After all, anyone who saw a sea of ​​white skeletons would tremble with fear.

"Damn it! Undead! It's undead! We retreat! Get out of here!" The centurion's expression changed drastically. He wouldn't have reacted this way even if it were an army of tens of thousands of orcs, but the terrifying army of undead could make the knightly order that had dominated the continent retreat!
These undead are a divine curse upon the knights! Their deathly power, carrying death energy, will rapidly erode the knights' fighting spirit, and the knightly orders that charge into the sea of ​​undead will soon find themselves in a situation where their fighting spirit is exhausted and their glory is extinguished.

"Damn it, we have to get away from them! These guys can wear us down!" The knights' pupils contracted. Although this was the first time in their lives they had faced the undead, their mentors had taught them this knowledge when they became knights.

"Oh no! We have to notify the dwarves and the others to evacuate!" The centurion's face darkened as he realized he'd forgotten something—his own allies! To make matters worse, the Akvia cavalry were still approaching... They were practically jumping into a fire pit!
"Dragon God! What is that?" A knight spotted a black figure in the pale sea of ​​bones.

"Damn it! It's abomination!" As those figures emerged from the ground and stretched out their bodies, their burly forms, bound by thick iron chains, immediately made everyone's hearts tighten.

"Boom!" A thick iron chain carrying a meat hook the size of a round shield swung over.

A sharp clang rang out, making the eardrums of the surrounding knights throb. Fortunately, the hook was caught by three lances extending from different directions.

"Hehe! You've been caught, haven't you!" A knight suddenly pulled back the entangled lance with his right arm, attempting to drag the abomination, which was over three meters tall, out.

"Let go!" The centurion was shocked when he saw this. He knew that the honor was to protect the Knights by sharing the damage from the attack, but it didn't mean they would protect the knights from being dragged out!

"Whoosh!" The three knights instinctively obeyed the order and released their grip on their lances. Sure enough, the next second, the out-of-control lances were pulled back at a speed that was barely visible to the naked eye. The sound of the lances cutting through the air made the knights' expressions change drastically. They clearly understood the consequences of not letting go. Glory could not protect them from being dragged out of the knightly order.

"boom!"

Clang! Boom!

The abominations swung the hooks on their arms, and the knights who were passively resisting were constantly hooked onto their lances and forced to let go, watching helplessly as they were disarmed.

"We can't delay any longer, we have to get out of here! Sir! If this continues, we'll only be able to fight the undead with our fists!" A knight captain rode up to the centurion. A third of the knights in the entire knightly order had already been disarmed! Those strange hooks and chains often managed to entangle and lock the knights' lances, putting the vanguard knights in a very passive position.

"Let's fight our way out!" Seeing more and more skeletons surrounding them, the centurion led his men to find a gap with fewer undead and charged through.

"Crack! Click!"

It has to be said that these ordinary undead skeletons were like mantises trying to stop a chariot, daring to use their meager skeletons to block the knights' charge... With the acceleration of their warhorses, these top-tier Middle-earth skeletal warriors slammed into the fragile skeletons like a moving wall. These undead even gave the knights the impression of trying to scam them; they shattered at the slightest touch. It's hard to imagine how fast these skeletal warriors, riding the rudimentary magical beast Swiftwind Horse and clad in star-silver steel plates, would be, given the combined effect of their own charge and their horse's speed. If Roland had seen it, he would have described it as if a high-speed train had crashed directly into the undead's hearts...

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"Have we gotten rid of them?" The centurion turned to look.

"Yes, sir! Those skeletons can't catch us! Not to mention the Abominations!" Everyone was clearly relieved after escaping danger, but they all tacitly maintained their honor, knowing that who knew what else might appear.

"How did the undead end up here? This isn't some ancient battlefield!" The centurion looked back in confusion at the direction they had just come from.

"Sir, I have a feeling there's a conspiracy. Undead don't appear here for no reason. Could it be..." A knight captain hesitated before speaking.

"It must be! If it wasn't done by those Ringwraiths or the minions of darkness, I'll show you what it's like to eat shit!" The centurion sneered. Only the dark forces would do things like playing with corpses and desecrating the dead. What decent person would play with corpses?
“We can’t go any deeper. I suspect a necromancer is coming to ambush us! We’ve been too conspicuous along the way.” The centurion thought for a moment and shook his head at the group.

“I can’t draw conclusions about this matter, nor can I take responsibility for it, so let our general and king worry about it!” Centurion Bastard said.

"So what do we do next?" the knight captains asked, looking at him.

"What? Of course we'll go find our allies and run away with them! Do you expect us to just let them feed the undead army?" The centurion stared at his subordinate in astonishment, his lips twitching. No way! No way! Surely no one's really planning to abandon their teammates and run away?

"Then let's split up and search..."

"Slap!" Before the knight could finish speaking, the centurion slapped him on the head, making his head buzz even through his helmet.

"Do you think you're not dying fast enough, or that your brothers aren't dying early enough? Are you trying to get everyone to serve the Dragon God sooner by leaving your glorious state?" the centurion said, exasperated. In this situation, splitting up the troops was practically suicide.