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

Chapter 573 Totem Shaman!

"Let's go, they're finished!" The dragon knight captain shook his head, neither happy nor sad. Although these nearly 10,000 people were not directly killed by them, they still died indirectly at their hands. They only accelerated the demise of these madmen.

"Hmm, I wonder how the remnants of the Empire are doing now. We haven't encountered any Imperial forces along the way..." Verin Angus said worriedly.

"Don't worry. Since the edict in our hands is summoning us, it means that the empire still has a successor!" The captain of the dragon knights took out a golden edict. In order to make their return more reasonable, the system did not implant memories like those who appeared directly next to Roland in the past. Instead, it took out the imperial edict as a medium. After all, that thing was the magical item used by the emperor of the Lagrange Empire to summon troops and nobles in various places.

“Indeed!” Verin Angus took out his edict and looked at the sun emblem engraved on it. At this moment, one of the eight points representing sunlight was emitting a soft light. This was the positioning array on the edict. The holder of the edict could find the person who issued the edict by using the positioning array on it.

"All troops! Retreat!" Verin Angus waved his hand and gave the order, looking at the still churning Red River. Even if there were survivors, they would be swept away by the current and eventually drown underwater because they couldn't break through the ice.

"Roar!" Accompanied by a somewhat sharp dragon roar, the dragon riders took off first and flew forward. While helping to scout the way, they could also help the infantry clear out any threats along the way.

……

"boom!"

At the confluence of the Swift River and the Red River, the solid ice was suddenly shattered by a surge of battle energy rising from underwater, and then a hand abruptly emerged from the water...

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While Vilin and the dragon knights were still playing a "minesweeper" game with the civilian chariots who were driving recklessly, a new round of battle began at Lulong Fortress.

For some reason, the Ringwraiths suddenly seemed to think they were invincible again, and they ordered the Orcs to set up their chariots and horses and charge towards Lulong Fortress once more.

"What are they doing? Why aren't they retreating?" Omske looked at Caslo in confusion. Had his intimidating power as a Tier 6 hero disappeared? Or had Caslo's battlefield dominance as a Tier 5 Dragon Knight been weakened? Omske couldn't understand why the Ringwraiths, who should have stopped their advance and cut their losses after Caslo's reinforcements, seemed to have gained courage and continued to prepare for the attack.

“I don’t know! But Kaldor didn’t sense any other Ringwraiths approaching.” Caslo glanced at Omsk. Before Omsk could finish speaking, Caslo already knew what he wanted to ask. Indeed, the only situation that would allow the Ringwraiths to continue fighting head-on was the arrival of reinforcements.

"Are these bastards going to keep fighting us?" Renault sneered. Even without Omske and the others, he could hold the fortress so well that the orcs were practically bleeding from their brows. Surely he couldn't possibly lose the fortress now that the dragon riders and heroes were here?
“They must have a conspiracy, we just haven’t discovered it yet. The Ringwraiths wouldn’t waste their elite orcs like ordinary cannon fodder! After fighting each other for so long, they should understand the dominance of this fortress!” As expected of someone from a dragon rider family, Raffit Antony, with his extensive knowledge, set the tone in just a few words, pointing directly to the Ringwraiths’ conspiracy.

"The problem is, I don't understand where their confidence comes from? Is Sauron going to personally lead the attack on us?" Omske grinned. If so, he would be extremely honored; it's rare to see a demigod come to raid the wilderness. "If he's coming, we can start calling for reinforcements... We'll need to gather at least all the fifth and sixth-tier combat power in the Northern Territory to stop him!" Caslo said, both amused and exasperated. If there were a Dragon Knight Commander, it would be easier; at least a Dragon Knight Commander is qualified to speak with a demigod. Other sixth-tier classes can only barely protect themselves by banding together.

"Impossible, the emergence of a demigod is a huge event." Kaldor flapped his wings, denying the possibility that Sauron would personally lead the expedition, as everyone had guessed.

"They're attacking!" Just as the group was talking, the orcs launched another attack.

However, after a few rounds, Renault was the first to frown, because he found that the fortress's attack was incredibly ineffective. Attacks that could have been fatal in one hit were now unable to even inflict serious damage. Those powerful arrows that could have pierced two at once were now struggling to even hit the orcs' shields.

"Damn it... they're shamans! And sixth-tier totem shamans at that!" Lafit Anthony recognized the halos covering the orcs at a glance.

"A totem shaman? Isn't that a sixth-tier one? When did it arrive!" For the first time, panic flashed in Caslo's eyes. Even the arrival of the Angmar Witch King himself wouldn't have made Caslo afraid, but the arrival of a totem shaman truly chilled everyone's hearts.

After all, a sixth-tier Ringwraith can at most use high-end combat power to exchange blows with him. With the fortress, it's easy to hold him back. But if a sixth-tier support living father sneaks right under your nose, that's a different story! For example, in the current situation, the orc's combat power has more than doubled.

"Damn it! Raise the shield! Fight!" Renault gritted his teeth. Damn it, he was really running into all sorts of messy things. Even the rare Tier 6 support class had appeared.

"So how did this thing bypass your dragon eyes and get right under our noses?" Omske looked at the Kaslow duo, his disdain evident in his eyes.

"Impossible! I've been watching! Knight, are you questioning the judgment of a dragon?" Before Caslo could even speak, Kaldo jumped in. You can question a dragon's dragonhood, but you can't doubt its credibility! Doesn't this make me look like I'm not a professional with my dragon blood?

"Alright, Kaldor!" Caslo shook his head, not having time to argue with Omske, because a huge, black and red totem pole made of magic slowly rose outside Lulong Fortress. Ripples of magic swept out in all directions, and the orcs hit by them were enveloped in black and red mist, their skin turned dark, and their eyes glowed crimson...

"Berserk! Demonic Body! Rock Solid!" Renault gritted his teeth. No wonder he couldn't damage these bastards! How could he possibly break through with top-tier buffs on him?

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"Whoosh~" At this moment, outside the Lulong Fortress, Bloodhammer was guarding the shaman of their Ghost Fang tribe, watching the shaman cast a spell. In fact, Kaldor had not overlooked the infiltrated sixth-tier combat power. In fact, this totem shaman had been following the orc army from the beginning, but it had been kept as a backup, hoping to catch the humans off guard. Unfortunately, before it could exert its strength, the fortress was smashed by Grond's Hammer. Then, when it was preparing to cast a spell to break through the fortress in one fell swoop, a knightly order almost killed it. Finally, when the knightly order entered the fortress, it was about to cast a spell to trap the army like turtles in a jar when a dragon knight descended from the sky?

Three times! The spellcasting was forcibly interrupted three times! It almost gave the kid internal injuries from holding it in. A noble sixth-tier support class was being played like a monkey three times! Three times! Finally, its chance arrived. It had been brewing this Beast God Totem spell for a long time, and now it finally unleashed its brilliance! Forbidden Spell—Beast God Totem!
(End of this chapter)