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

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The orderly footsteps of the orcs echoed throughout the entire city of Jiliu, as the dark mass of orcs arrayed outside the city pressed towards Jiliu.

"They're attacking the city now?" Roland looked at the high-hanging sun with some surprise in his eyes. Were these orcs livestock? They had just arrived and hadn't even had a chance to rest?
"Lavian! Take the cavalry out of the city!" Marcus suddenly turned around and roared at Knight Commander Lavian, who was standing behind him.

"Take all the knights and cavalry! Go through the north gate!" Marcus added.

"Order the griffin riders to take to the skies and engage the enemy!"

"Send out scouts to inform the White Wing King of our situation!"

"King Baldr! Lead your people who are capable of fighting to follow Knight Commander Ravian! I need you to remain outside of Swiftstream City! We need a powerful force capable of breaking this deadlock!"

"Soldiers! Climb the city walls! Prepare for defense!"

Marcus wielded his longsword and commanded the defenses methodically from the city wall. Roland silently stepped aside to watch Marcus's performance. Roland believed in the principle of letting professionals do professional things. After all, when it came to defending a city, no one could compare to the defensive art of "Iron Wall" Marcus!
"Lavian! Pay attention to the course of the battle! You are our last hope! Show your command skills! I believe you will enter the battle at the most opportune moment!" Marcus said, pressing on Lavian's shoulder.

"Protect the two princes!" Ravian nodded without saying anything more.

"Take good care of my people, thank you!" Badr bowed to the group, then lifted his massive centaur's hooves and galloped away.

"Prepare for defense! Watch out for the orcs' movements!" Marcus frowned as he looked at the orcs arrayed outside the city.

“They have no intention of besieging the city!” Roland squinted.

“But we can’t just abandon the city and run away, can we?” Marcus twisted his neck and gave an awkward laugh.

“The concentration of forces is relative! Our forces are concentrated, and so are the orcs!” Marcus sighed.

“They’re here…” Marcus sighed as the trebuchets carried by the ogres hurled stones with a sharp whistling sound in the sky.

"Block it!" Radil raised his staff, and several nearby boulders floated in the air as if they had no weight. The remaining boulders were also blocked by the shield, but at the cost of the originally semi-transparent shield becoming even sparser.

"Roar!" The orc let out a fierce roar and then charged forward, baring its fangs and claws.

"Fire!" Two of the arrow towers at the four corners were already operational! The only squad of rangers from Swiftstream City was stationed inside, and the arrow towers, equipped with 10 crossbows, were now unleashing their firepower! Heavy crossbows and repeating crossbows rained down on the orcs, but due to a lack of manpower, the efficiency was extremely low. The Lordaeron rangers operating the repeating crossbows even had to load the arrows themselves.

"Send armed civilians to help them!" Marcus immediately said upon learning of their plight.

"Tell them! Maintain a steady pace! Use two-stage firing! Don't leave any gaps in the attack!" Marcus shouted to the messenger—no, more like the civilian errand boy!

"Bang!" A boulder broke free from Radil's interception, shattered the shield, and fell to the horrified eyes of the crowd. Fortunately, it only destroyed an empty house.

"Griffin riders! Take down those ogre catapult throwers!" Marcus gritted his teeth. If they let those catapults rain down, the people in the city would suffer heavy casualties. "Let's go!" Verway mounted a griffin rider's saddle.

"Screech!" The griffins cried out and led their knights soaring into the clouds.

"Are you nervous?" Verway asked the air knight in front of him teasingly, only to turn around and find that it was Hollin.

"This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this since I became a Sky Knight! Nobody told me this would happen when I became a Sky Knight!" Holin roared, venting his anger. After all, who could have imagined that his first battle, which he dreamed of becoming famous, would be fighting against tens of thousands of orcs?

"Hold on!" Verway shouted, casually drawing a long arrow and firing it with pinpoint accuracy into an ogre that had just finished reloading its catapult.

"Watch out for the sky? You scum! Don't let them slaughter us indiscriminately!" After several ogres collapsed in pools of blood, the belatedly aware half-orc lieutenant finally reacted!
(The orc army's lord was killed instantly by Valverde at the very first moment of battle! This caused great chaos in the orc ranks, with each tribe shouting for their people.)
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" A series of arrows shot out as several griffin riders unleashed their fury in the sky, but they were quickly forced to ascend into the air by the orcs' arrows, which had little offensive power.

"Tsk!" Sitting behind Hollin, Vervier frowned. He shook his head as he watched the griffin riders running around in all directions, driven by bows and long-handled weapons. It seemed he would have to rely on himself.

"Holin! Fly me there!" Verway tapped Hollin's shoulder armor.

"Whoosh!" Hollin didn't say anything, after all, it would be windy... He simply pulled the reins, and the griffin immediately understood and turned around and flew back.

"Tap!" A long arrow fell from the sky, but it did not kill its target.

"Praise be to nature! Power of nature! I'll make you block for me!" Feeling humiliated by the troll's iron shield blocking the arrows, Valve unleashed his skill without any regard for martial ethics, delivering a devastating blow!

"Boom!" The long arrow, infused with fire elemental battle energy, descended from the sky like a startled swan, piercing straight into the troll who was futilely raising its large shield to block.

"Boom!" The arrow, drawing upon the power of nature, exploded in the ogre's chest! Flames, along with chunks of flesh and blood, scattered everywhere, and the faint aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air.

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"They're coming! Soldiers! Prepare!" Marcus saw the ladders being built up against the city wall and quickly moved forward, holding his shield in front of him to prepare to fight off the orcs climbing up.

"Boom!" A cloud of earth and rocks swirled up, and to everyone's horrified gaze, the siege towers instantly turned into fragments and parts, returning to their original factory settings.

"They'll be in pain for a long time now, won't they?" Yun Feng leaned on his staff and sneered at the seemingly harmless Radil. Only he knew what had just happened. This seemingly harmless old man stood casually beside Roland, like a tutor accompanying the prince, but the faintly glowing staff, the right hand behind his back, and the magical fluctuations activated under his robes all indicated that Radil had just launched a surprise attack on those orcs!
As expected, the warriors of Lagrange are all reckless brutes, while the spellcasters are all old fogies...

Yun Feng only glanced at him briefly before realizing that this kind-faced old man had just killed at least a thousand people, and what's more, he had destroyed all the siege equipment!

"Hehe, it was just a surprise attack, otherwise that rat hiding in the shadows would have stopped me!" When the sixth brother succeeded, Radil was also happy. He had just released several spells, but the magic transmission nodes were destroyed by the Ringwraith hiding in the shadows, causing the area attack to be interrupted. The old man, who had been holding back his anger, finally got his revenge.