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

Chapter 567 The Arrival of the Nine Rings
"They've broken through!" The city's defenders stared eagerly at the triumphant knights outside. The knights, having circled around, were now calmly adjusting their course. Their armor and bridles were stained with the blood of orcs, along with fragments of broken limbs and internal organs. Dark purple blood slowly trickled down the seams of their armor, eventually pooling under their horses' bellies to form a small stream...

“Three sixth-tier beings!” Omske said calmly, his voice neither hurried nor sad.

"Your Majesty, we'll follow your orders!" The knights calmly observed the orc army that was regrouping before them. To say they were regrouping was an understatement; their organization was nearly destroyed, so what could an army possibly do? The generals didn't know their soldiers, and the soldiers didn't know their generals. The bloody path between them hadn't even "healed" yet! Omske could see right through the orc army with a single glance!
Clearly, this army, which had been thoroughly ravaged, was no longer a threat to the knights. If it were a human army, they might have to be careful, but orcs? Well, forget it, they were already considered elite if they hadn't collapsed! The knights looked at the still panicked orcs with indifferent eyes, while Omsk's mind was already far away.

Those orcs were not a threat, but the three sixth-tier members inside were quite troublesome. It would be risky for the Knights to trample them over. Just as Omsk was considering the gains and losses, a cold feeling suddenly enveloped Omsk's heart.

"Since you're here, stop hiding. Your repulsive evil aura can't be hidden even in a dimensional space!" Omske sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

"Heh, I thought I was hiding it well." Uvasa appeared with a smile less than a hundred meters away from Omske and the others. He wasn't annoyed at all. It was hard to imagine how the Ringwraith could be smiling like that.

“Damn! Three Ringwraiths! I wonder if the King has any contingency plans for this?” Lafitte Antony frowned.

“He has a…” Renault’s face darkened and he stopped complaining.

"Looks like things can't be resolved peacefully?" Omske chuckled as he looked at the restless orc army.

“?” Uvasa.

“??” Adonnafi.

“???” Akhorn

"Is this human an idiot? Can we really make peace with them?" Bloodhammer scratched his already thinning scalp. "You're telling me we're planning to make peace with them? We've practically punched the brains out of each other."
"..." Akhorn and Adanna looked at Bloodhammer with touching eyes. They had a real idiot here. Did he really believe that you were brain-dead?

“In that case…” Omsk paused for a moment as he looked at them.

"Charge!" The next second, the knights once again took off, forming a wall-riding formation and pressing towards the orc army.

"Damn it! I don't believe your nonsense!" Bloodhammer spat as he carefully made way for the Knights. He didn't want to run into the hero-level combatants within the Knights. Don't be fooled by Omske's quiet demeanor; the Ringwraiths and Bloodhammer all knew he was up to no good! In fact, Omske had a powerful move that could take down an ordinary sixth-tier opponent in one hit, but its drawbacks were obvious. It required the combined power of the entire Knights for a coordinated attack and a surprise attack, making its execution extremely demanding.

Omsk was now just waiting for someone to come and make an example of him. Apart from Uvasa, if any of the other three Tier 6s dared to stand in front of Omsk, Omsk would definitely give them a big gift. However, the Ringwraiths probably knew what Omsk was thinking. They must have suffered a loss at the Alliance Knights before, so no one came to stop the Knights.

"Damn it!" the knights couldn't help but curse. These orcs were truly scoundrels! They didn't even try to stop their charge anymore, taking advantage of their wall-like formation and inability to turn, they simply ran to either side. From the sky, the knights looked like a shark charging into a school of sardines, chasing the orcs around in a chaotic frenzy, but the kill efficiency was rather pathetic. "Wall riders are useless! Let's break formation, Your Majesty!" the knights said angrily. Apart from a few orcs who couldn't dodge in time and were torn to pieces, the rest of the orcs ran off to either side. Wasn't this a pure waste of battle energy?

Well, that old sixth brother, Uvasa, not only ran all the way from Jiliu City, but also hid in the spatial rift to annoy Omske and the others. Spatial blades kept appearing in their path, and some were annihilated by the battle aura flames. However, the knights' battle aura was also declining rapidly.

"Change formation! Wedge formation!" Omske was furious. Couldn't you just line up and get killed? Why did you have to hide?
"Kill!" The knights suddenly scattered from their positions, swinging their lances. Various colored spear beams crisscrossed, and many fleeing orcs were directly cut to pieces by the intersecting spear beams...

"Charge!" Omske, as the spearhead, led the knights around a bend and continued charging towards the area with more orcs.

"Run for me!"

"Come on! Hide!"

"die!"

"You think you can run away, huh!"

Amidst the wailing and howling of the orcs, the knights finally vented their anger, quickly cutting down over a hundred orcs before resuming their sheep-herding game.

"Has our Knights always been this fierce?" Lafit Anthony asked with an unreadable expression.

"..." Renault's lips twitched. Was it possible that if he were leading this knightly order, it would be even more exaggerated than Omske's? Just look at it! Have you heard of the various auras of a Holy Knight? Have you heard of a Nine-Ring Title Douluo?
"You've gone too far!" Bloodhammer was furious and could no longer tolerate it. After all, these were its properties. If you killed them all, who would support it?
Excellent! Blood Hammer is on! Blood Hammer flew back! It was pulled back by a second-tier knight!
At this moment, the knight who had just pulled back his Bloodhammer was facing Omske's death stare. "I've been waiting for this opportunity for so long, and you just pulled it back with one shot?"
Bloodhammer Ghost Fang, sitting on the ground watching the Knights depart, was somewhat bewildered. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Bloodhammer finally realized that he was a sixth-tier orc high lord! The king of a tribe! And he was taken back by a second-tier knight...? Was he really just a second-tier knight? Bloodhammer stared at his enormous hammer, lost in thought.

As the most dazzling force in Middle-earth, the Knights of Favonius stand at the pinnacle for a reason. Attacking a single member of the Knights is equivalent to attacking the entire Knights, and vice versa! Nobody knows whether the power of a single member attacking you is their own or that of all the knights. After all, the Knights are all debt kings. What's wrong with using borrowed power? If you push them too far, they'll sacrifice the entire group to take you down! Just look at Sauron, do you think he'd dare to fight a group of knights who have already used their sacrifice buffs?

(Sauron: Damn it, I'm really fed up with these old codgers! In the final battle of the Alliance, it was all you bastards who kept sacrificing yourselves to annoy me! Why should I bother with dead people? If I can't afford to mess with them, can't I at least avoid them?)
Unfortunately, the moment the knight saw Bloodhammer reach out from behind, he instinctively gathered the strength of the entire knightly order and struck Bloodhammer, sending him flying backward. This disrupted Omske's plan to become the sixth member of the Ring, and also quickly calmed down Akhorn, the Wither Spear, who had been acting somewhat hot-headed as the eighth Ringwraith.

As for the seventh Ringwraith, Atunarfiel, he was still in the distance, playing the role of a melancholy "handsome man." Uvasar, the ninth Ringwraith, was the sixth among the sixth, and at this moment, no one knew where he had shrunk into some spatial rift.

(End of this chapter)