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

Chapter 522 The Dwarves' Terrifying Resistance!
The Knights of Lagrange had just rescued the poor Akvia Kingdom cavalry and were preparing to head to the dwarf territory, but the situation there was not good either.

"Dvalin! What is this?" Fili, riding on the back of a ibex, swung his battle axe and smashed the skeleton in front of him.

Because Kili and his girlfriend went to see Thranduil, the mission was taken over by Fili and Dvalin, but the current situation is beyond Fili's comprehension.

"The undead! They're here! The demons are here! Fight them! Fight them!" Dvalin roared, his solid dwarf battle aura emanating from his body and attaching to his battle axe. The axe swung out a huge crescent-shaped axe beam, fiercely slicing several nearby skeletons to pieces.

"Undead! Undead army! Battle! Sons of Turin! Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Faced with the overwhelming undead army, the dwarves displayed an unusual stubbornness! Truly worthy of being called the honey badger of Middle-earth! Soon, the dwarves dismounted from the goats, forming a shield wall with shields, spears, battle axes, and other weapons. Although there were only a hundred or so soldiers, the dwarves were clearly of higher quality. An army composed entirely of warriors, once assembled, was significantly more intimidating than the sparse undead army, making it difficult to discern who was ambush whom.

After all, the scene looked exactly like a tragic attack by the undead on the dwarves... It was impossible to tell whether the dwarves were alright, but the undead army clearly looked to be in trouble, as the scene of harvesting wheat was enough to make everyone's heart tremble.

"Fight! Sons of Turin! Destroy darkness and evil! Defend the light!" Phil shouted a thunderous slogan. The encouragement from the royal family clearly boosted the morale of the dwarves! These "dwarf cans" were already frantically excited even before they activated their berserk skills.

"Disgust!" Dvalin cried out.

Abomination swung its hook chain toward the dwarven shield wall, and the chain quickly caught on a dwarven shield. The abomination let out a fierce howl and pulled hard with both arms! Then... then it flew backward on its own.

The sharp dwarven battle axe easily severed the decaying death aura hook chain. The abomination, after getting up, shook its head, then raised its hands, looking around in bewilderment. "Where's my hook chain?" The scene was strangely comical and heartbreaking...

Soon, the rotting brain of loathing, perhaps finally seeing the scattered fragments on the ground and remembering the tragic fact that its hook chain was gone, roared and crashed into the dwarves like a high-speed tank.

"Whoosh!" A terrifying burst of battle aura shot into the sky, and an axe formed from battle aura suddenly cleaved down. The abomination, which had been charging headlong, crashed into the dwarf with undiminished momentum, but it had already been split in two!

"Kill!" Dvalin snorted coldly, ignoring the Abomination that had split into two, and continued playing a match-3 game with the little skeleton soldiers...

"Commander Dvalin! It seems you're about to break through to the Warrior level, right?" Philip stared at Dvalin in shock. Everyone else was a Tier 3 Berserker, but you secretly competed and became a Tier 4 Commander, and now you're heading straight for Tier 5? When did it become so easy for professionals to break through levels?
"Just lucky, just lucky!" Dvalin chuckled sheepishly. As one of the strongest fighters in the dwarven expedition, Dvalin and Thorin were the backbone of the expedition! It was understandable that they had broken through so quickly.

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As time went on, the original linear dwarven shield wall was compressed into a circular shield wall by the undead. Although the dwarves in the circular formation were outnumbered, their morale was not diminished at all. However, as more and more skeletons emerged from the ground, there were always undead that could break through the shield wall...

"Ah!" A dwarf screamed and staggered back, the deathly aura of the undead burning and corroding his wounds. Soon, other dwarves filled the gap, and he was pulled to the center of the circle by his comrades. "Hey! Brother, are you alright?" Philip looked anxiously at the wounded dwarf.

"Of course! I can still fight!" The wounded dwarf had recovered by now. Although the death aura of the undead had a terrifying corrosive power, why would a dwarf, whose death aura even the Ring couldn't completely affect, be afraid of this thing? After bandaging his wounds, this hot-tempered guy picked up his warhammer again and went out to smash his head!
"We can't keep fighting like this! Dvalin! We have to find a way to leave!" Phil cried anxiously. As the saying goes, your dwarven brothers will eventually run out, but my undead cannon fodder is boundless! Only a fool would trade with undead?
“There’s definitely a necromancer lurking around us! Find it! Kill it! Otherwise, the undead will keep coming!” Dvalin clearly knew more; the best way to end these undead was to deal with the spellcaster who summoned them.

"Do we look like we can find him?" Philip shouted, after all, they weren't even as tall as those skeletons! A sea of ​​bones completely blocked their already limited field of vision, a clear disadvantage due to their height.

"Break through! Break through! We can't keep fighting!" Phil roared as he watched the increasing number of wounded dwarves. However, compared to the humans who were reduced to raging dwarves after being scratched by the undead, these sturdy dwarves were incredibly ferocious. They charged at the undead army like they were on steroids, and in the end, they actually managed to break through the undead's encirclement.

"Hush!" The dwarves whistled, and the ibex, hearing the whistle, came galloping from afar, smashing through several skeletons that were wandering outside and blocking their way, before arriving in front of the dwarves.

"Let's go!" Dvalin and the others didn't stand on ceremony. They took advantage of the situation and left, leaving behind only a pile of broken bones that silently testified to the dwarves' "atrocity."

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The undead made a cracking sound as their skeletons rubbed together, trying to stop the dwarves, but the two bone clubs were too slow and soon ended up as ashes.

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"Is everyone alright?" Philip asked, turning his head.

"..." No one said a word. After all, how could they be alright with cuts all over their bodies from the undead? Look at the death aura clinging to their wounds, it hasn't dissipated yet!
"Hiss hiss hiss~" The dwarves, now at a break, activated their battle aura to expel the death energy that had invaded their bodies. Wisps of death energy escaped from their wounds and dissipated in the wind.

“I think I see human cavalry! That banner is… Lagrange?” Dvalin suddenly said.

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"Dvalin! Your Highness Phili! Thank goodness you're all alright! It seems you also encountered those things!" The Lagrange Knights, leading the Akvia cavalry, quickly reunited with the dwarves.

"Oh! By Turin! You've been ambushed too?" Dvalin looked at Maple Leaf Purple, who was carrying the banner of the Kingdom of Akvia, his face pale, and then looked at the slightly dented breastplate in shock.

"Of course! Our men are badly injured! It seems you have a high resistance to that stuff?" the centurion said truthfully. However, after looking at the equally disheveled dwarves who were all full of energy, he knew that the death aura of the undead could not seriously affect the dwarves.

(End of this chapter)