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

"Centaur Meteor Shower!"

The centaur roared and pulled up its two-and-a-half-meter-long bow to the sky, forming a full moon shape. Then, arrows imbued with wood-type battle energy shot out wildly!

In just five seconds, tens of thousands of armor-piercing heavy arrows were launched by the centaur. Although it was somewhat wasteful, it was a good medicine for the current battle situation.

"Pfft!"

"Bah!"

"Ah! My leg! My leg!" A half-orc cried out helplessly, clutching his leg which was pinned to the ground by two heavy arrows with barbs.

"Ah... help me!" A "hedgehog" with seven or eight arrows in its chest and abdomen weakly stretched out its hand, which was covered in blood, and tried to grab a passing orc. It kept coughing up blood. Although it was not dead yet, the fact that its lungs and internal organs had been torn apart by the armor-piercing arrows was no less than a form of torture.

Soon, the orcs coming and going trampled its outstretched hand into the ground. Before it could pull its hand out and continue struggling, several heavy arrows fell from the sky and relieved its pain!
Clearly, the orcs were stunned by this sudden attack! How could these southern orcs have ever witnessed the centaurs' signature Centaur Meteor Shower? Moreover, the skills they used to perform with wooden arrows were now being wielded with armor-piercing arrows made of fine steel! With the added enhancement of the centaur's skills, even trolls could be killed with a single arrow if a vital point was hit! Most of those terrifying catapult trolls were killed by this sudden rain of arrows.

"Go around!" Baldr decisively ordered after assessing the orcs' situation. Ravian didn't say much, simply following behind the centaurs with the heavy cavalry. Compared to the centaurs, who possessed the same life skill, Ravian was incredibly fragile compared to the knights and cavalry behind him!

Lavian secretly gasped, realizing he had contributed to global warming in the Middle-earth, because he was shocked to discover that the volley of arrows had just felled at least two thousand orcs! And that was just the number of dead! The wounded were countless!
……

Along with Ravian and Badr, the first to arrive at the battlefield were 200 Kadan light cavalrymen led by Maple Leaf Purple. Although these cavalrymen wore light armor, they were far more skilled in archery and horsemanship than the Lagrang cavalry! These light cavalrymen recruited by the nomadic people of the grasslands were sometimes no less capable than knights!

For example, when harassing and raiding, the Knights can only ram in and forcibly tear open a gap. But the Cardan light cavalry is different; these light cavalrymen wearing chainmail (thankfully sponsored by the dwarves) simply draw their bows and launch projectiles!

This was quite a shock for the orcs! The centaurs' barrage of arrows had just ended, and now a swarm of persistent pests was starting to harass them. While... these arrows weren't quite as effective as the centaurs' (after experiencing a full centaur meteor shower, the orcs felt indifferent to everything, having seen life and death many times!), they were still like a swarm of flies, buzzing around and giving them a headache!
Then the orcs spun off small elite units to drive away the Kadan light cavalry. As several squads of wolf riders charged out howling, Maple Leaf Purple was already laughing hysterically on horseback. When the wolf riders finally managed to get close to the tail of the Kadan light cavalry, they saw those "beasts" raise a short spear about 1.2 meters long…

"Damn you, you uncivilized old men!" These were the last thoughts of the orc wolf rider before his death.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" The Kadan light cavalry clicked their tongues in amazement. Whitewing, who had already suffered losses in battle against orcs, was no fool. To deal with the wolf riders and orc javelins, Whitewing had specifically upgraded the light cavalry's javelins! Those forearm-thick and arm-length conical spearheads brought greater range and more powerful lethality, and the spiral blood grooves on them ensured that the orcs hit would sleep soundly!
……

Angelimir, the twentieth Prince of Doamlos (whose reign lasted 45 years. Angelimir died in the Third Age 2977 at the age of 111), was currently contemplating a major matter: a human kingdom had risen in the North! However, Gondor was currently in internal turmoil, and Angelimir didn't expect much from the current regent, Tergon. After all, a mediocre regent was struggling to manage even internal affairs, let alone anything outside of Gondor.

"What do you think of Adrahir?" Angelimir tapped his finger on the table as he looked at his 27-year-old son, his eyes filled with consideration. This was his heir, the twenty-first Prince of Amros. Of course, you might not know his name, but you definitely know who his son was—the twenty-second Prince of Amros, Imrahil! The one who didn't even get a minor role in the movies, but was incredibly powerful in the original stories! The twenty-second Prince of Amros of Gondor! Grand Master of the Swan Knights! The rightful lord of Anfalath! The great father of the Allied Forces in the War of the Ring! The savior of the main characters! The protector of the Western World! Your King Imrahil, infinitely arrogant!
“I think we can befriend them. After all, they have shown their goodwill and ability, and we can’t just stand by and do nothing! Besides, the world is already chaotic enough! The Amlos family needs friends with sufficient strength!” Adrahir said after a moment of contemplation, his brow furrowed.

“That’s not enough. We’ve traveled thousands of miles just to make friends with them?” Angelimir smiled. An old man who had lived most of his life was very shrewd, especially since he was a great lord!

"..." Adrahir frowned upon hearing this. His father was actually dissatisfied with what he said? Then he must have missed something!
"I understand!" His eyes suddenly lit up.

"You hope they will become our allies in the future? Just like the Kingdom of Rohan is now?" Adrahir immediately realized.

“Yes, smart son! This home will be yours sooner or later. You need to make the most appropriate choice to take this home to the future!” Angelimir smiled and patted his son on the shoulder.

“I don’t understand, how can they help us? Besides, aren’t our allies Gondor much better?” Adrahir asked, puzzled.

"Alas... the world is in turmoil! I'm doing this for the future!" Angelimir sighed softly. The relationship between Gondor and Rohan was growing increasingly strained, and the infiltration of orcs was rampant in both countries! Countless villages had been destroyed, and people were displaced! He needed to find a new way out for the kingdom or his family! Perhaps a hidden, powerful ally could lend them a hand in the end!
"..." Adrahir didn't speak, but simply nodded silently, after all, the future of the kingdom was indeed worrying.