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

"It seems we need to take the initiative!" Thorin slammed his wine glass down and looked at everyone present with a serious expression.

“My brother, isn’t this too risky?” Dain asked thoughtfully.

"On the contrary, we need to take the initiative!" Thranduil was unusually on Thorin's side this time, because the news of the loss of the dragon rider would soon reach the ears of the necromancers. The disappearance of such a large dragon rider would definitely have an impact. The undead were just dead, not blind!
"We need to show them! Even if the dragon riders leave, this isn't a place they can just trespass on! Our best option is to hurt them before they realize what's happening!" Thranduil shook his head. Although he knew that fighting the undead head-on would be disadvantageous, in order to make the necromancers, who were leading this undead army, think twice, they needed to step out of their comfortable defensive lines and give the undead a good beating in the wild!

Thranduil, who was always conservative, also understood that he needed to strike first. After all, what the undead army feared was a dragon rider who could cast forbidden spells on their faces at any time, not a bunch of "straw" and "little pumpkins".

"What do we do?" Bard and Dain exchanged a glance. Since the two big shots had decided to go and beat up the undead, they, as his underlings, naturally wouldn't refuse.

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"Greetings, Your Highness, King White Wing!" Ruhr bowed respectfully. Regardless of the strength of King Akvia, the lord of Los Saint Niel, his legal standing was very high. He was, after all, a king, so the proper respect and etiquette had to be observed.

"No need for formalities, Lord Ruhr. We are now comrades-in-arms! We will need to cooperate to fight the enemy later!" Bai Yi waved his hand, indicating that Ruhr did not need to be so polite.

"Your army is magnificent!" Ruhr exclaimed. Whitewing's troops were native warriors of the North! Thanks to the likes of Roland Thorin and others who were wronged and were on the front lines, Whitewing could keep to himself and make a fortune in the background. In the past year, he had sent out many scouts to gather up the scattered human settlements in the North. When those humans who were struggling to survive saw that a human kingdom was taking them in, they all packed up their bags and ran away without saying a word. So now the population of Los Sannier City is roughly ten thousand.

Roland was unwilling to accept non-systematic refugees indiscriminately, so the original commoners benefited the Kingdom of Akvia and the Valley State, which are also human kingdoms.

This time, Bai Yi directly led 500 infantry and 200 cavalry into battle. Although there were no professional warriors present, such a force was still invaluable in the current Northern Territory! (The professionals in Los Saint-Neil are protecting the city, while the orcs in the Dark Forest are still playing hide-and-seek with the Star Elves. Los Saint-Neil is located on the west bank of the Swift River and could face the orc army at any moment!)

At this point, Roland was green with envy. Los Saint-Neil was practically immune to the risk of being betrayed by orcs! He was the true center of the entire Northern defense line.

"His Majesty Caslo is about to return! The time for a full-scale counterattack has come!" A griffin rider landed beside Ruhr and said urgently as soon as he dismounted. They had clearly been quite frustrated lately; the lack of a substantial griffin rider force was awkward. These nascent griffins couldn't offer much assistance to their knights, resulting in the griffin riders having been relegated to errand-running roles since the start of the war. "Alright! Let's prepare to cross the river now!" Whitewing nodded. Those foolish orcs didn't even bother setting up sentries, and of course, it wouldn't have mattered anyway… After all, the Swift River was so long; who knew where Roland's reinforcements would come from?

“Alright! I will guide you forward then! Knight Commander Ravian is currently carrying out the cleanup work!” The Griffin Knight nodded. In fact, the mixed cavalry force led by Ravian had successfully circled around to the rear of the orcs. They were carrying out battlefield cover, clearing out orc scouts along the way, trying to cut off this detachment from the orc army besieging Lulong Fortress!
However, it's clear that these intelligent Lagrange brutes have encountered the mindless Orcs and the Ringwraiths who don't even consider Orcs human. After leading his heavy cavalry, knights, and centaurs in a battle of wits and courage across the wilderness between Swiftstream and Lulong Fortress for half a day, both Lavian and Baldr were internally injured from holding back their laughter. It turns out the clown was actually me...

Uvasa, standing beneath the city of Swiftflow, was still smugly believing that he had successfully tied down the capital and main force of the Kingdom of Lagrang. He continued to leisurely send out some orcs every day for probing attacks, as if it were just a routine greeting. However, both sides misjudged each other's intentions, and by a twist of fate, a large net was quietly drawn!

The Ringwraiths never managed to conquer the Kingdom of Lagrange in one fell swoop. After all, the intimidating power of the dragon knights was undeniable. Uvasa's flanking force was truly only meant to hold back the main army of the Kingdom of Lagrange as it marched south to support Lulong Fortress! The Ringwraiths were trying to turn Lulong Fortress into the next Dolgodo! But they never expected that the army they wanted to hold back was inside Lulong Fortress the entire time, with even the Knights of Fathomable Power behind them... In essence, they had besieged a lonely place.

The city of Swiftstream is full of worthless scoundrels. If Uvasa knew this and launched a desperate attack, while Swiftstream might not necessarily fall, the civilian population would certainly suffer heavy casualties, and he might even be able to take old man Adile away...

But there are no "what ifs." By a twist of fate, the First All-Out War in the North broke out at Roland's command! The entire North was engulfed in flames! Forests and rivers, mountains and basins, cities and wilderness—the allied forces fought a desperate battle against the orcish undead army in every place, the battle lines stretching to an astonishing length! From the Grey Mountains in the north to Dolgoth in the south! From the Lagrange Plains in the east to the Misty Mountains in the west! (The men of King's Landing couldn't resist joining the fray, and later they clashed in the Misty Mountains!) The sheer scale of the situation in the North was no less dramatic than the final War of the Alliance!

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"Forward! Soldiers of the kingdom! Our allies need us! Forward!" King Whitewing rallied the troops, giving Roland considerable face by personally leading the army to support Swiftstream City.

"Cross the river quickly! Abandon unnecessary supplies!" Ruhr ordered after glancing at the caravan's wagons and other miscellaneous items. Those things were slowing down the crossing! Moreover, the entire transport capacity of the Swiftstream River relied on the five galleons that Swiftstream City had left, so it would still take some effort to ferry everyone across.

"Prepare to board! Quickly! At a fast pace!" Maple Leaf Purple directed the soldiers of the Kingdom of Akavia to board the ship, and the originally small galleon was quickly packed to the brim!

PS: The situation photos have been sent to the group.
Speechless. My mom's right foot tendon, nerve, and blood vessel were accidentally severed; my dad fractured his right little toe while taking care of her; and I bruised my patella while buying food... The three of us can't even manage to get together with one other person intact.