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

Chapter 631 Flesh Millstone

"It can be considered to be in line with the old system of the empire..." Yun Feng shook his head and smiled. There were elven duchies in the history of the empire. Both the Duchy of Lordaeron and the Duchy of Avalon had pure-blooded elves and half-elves. The grand dukes of the two duchies were nobles with elven blood.

"Hehe, the elves are still quite powerful in battle!" Omsk chuckled.

"What can Lord Valverde's few elven rangers do?" Yun Feng asked with a smile.

"The key is not their fighting strength, but that King Roland will have a legitimate reason to recruit elves in the future." Yun Feng raised the corners of his mouth. The wandering elf settlements can be "brought back" in the future. It is much more effective for Verweil to step forward than for them to speak. Verweil is the Grand Duke of Lordaeron, which means that these grassland elves will fight for the kingdom in the future!

"..." Omske glanced at Yun Feng and subtly distanced himself from her. Sure enough, those who play politics are all dirty-minded.

"In any case, having the grassland elves to help us in the future will give us more confidence in facing war! You don't want to face an ancient war tree guarded by elves!" Yun Feng gave Omske a deep look.

“I know the Ancient Tree of War is strong, but how strong can the Ancient Tree of War guarded by the elves be?” Omsk scratched his head and asked doubtfully. As a sixth-tier professional, he had a broad perspective and knew a lot of secrets, but the secrets of the elves really touched on Omsk’s blind spot.

"Alas, secret technique—Illusion Reappearance!" Yun Feng waved his staff. Although this spell was not as terrifying as the forbidden spell Time Reversal, it still contained the use of the power of time.

"Whoosh!" Omske's vision was instantly pulled far away. After a dizzying spin, when he opened his eyes again, he found that his perspective was now in the sky.

"Where is this?" Omske was taken aback, somewhat confused. He could sense that this was a consciousness space.

"This is a virtual realm I constructed with my mental power. I projected it into your mental world. Tsk tsk tsk! To be honest, your mental world is really weak!" Yun Feng clicked his tongue in amazement. To spellcasters who focus on mental power, the mental worlds of these warriors who use battle qi are like defenseless. Even a sixth-tier hero like Omske only needs a little effort.

"What is that?" Omske quickly shifted his attention to the virtual realm before him. At this moment, a tall ancient war tree was slowly moving on the plain below. However, it looked much taller than the three ancient trees that Roland had summoned this time, and there were some strange wooden structures on the tree.

"Take a good look, you should have some recollection of this scene!" Yun Feng smiled.

"The War of Founding: The Battle of the Romanian Plain? The one fought by Emperor Gary Moore Lagrange?" Omske quickly understood the situation after a moment's thought. After all, it was hard not to guess that the Emperor Lagrange's banner fluttering in the wind alongside the Grand Duke of Lordaeron's banner! The War of Founding was the only battle in the Empire's history in which the Emperor and the Grand Duke of Lordaeron fought side by side!
"Yes, it's also called the War of Empires! Look at the oppressive feeling coming from the Ancient Tree of War!" Yun Feng's voice slowly drifted over.

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"Woo woo woo~" The earth-shaking sound of horns rang out from all directions on the battlefield.

"Boom boom boom!" The first to move were the members of the Lagrange Royal Knights of a Thousand. With the sound of the attack horn, the sound of hooves rang out like drumbeats, and the knights slowly trotted up.

"Boom boom boom!" The inspiring war drums also sounded in rapid succession.

"Boom!" The various knightly orders, including the Royal Knights, the Cross Bauhinia Knights, and others of different formations, also began to charge towards the enemy.

"Awooo!" The giant ogre let out a chilling roar. "Charge!" The knights launched the first attack, with knightly orders of various colors penetrating the enemy ranks from all directions.

"Roar!" With the roar of the orc, one giant rock after another flew into the sky.

"Watch out for falling rocks!" the Imperial soldiers exclaimed.

"Boom!" Paths of blood and flesh appeared in the Lagrange army's formation.

"Ugh!" The soldiers holding their weapons felt their hands and feet go weak, and a sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of their hearts.

"Buzz!" Holy golden light swept over everyone's bodies. One by one, paladins in golden armor, carrying holy light, moved among the ranks, releasing holy inspiration. The holy light successfully dispelled the orc shaman's curse of weakness.

"Hmph! They're utterly disdainful!" the paladins scoffed.

"Charge!" The vanguard soldiers shouted to each other as they hoisted their shields.

As the Knights of Lagrange weaved through the Orc army, the chariot army of the Eastern Barbarians also closed in on the Lagrange forces.

"Boom!" The sounds of collisions and clashes echoed continuously. The vast plain was covered with traces of battle. From scouts to vanguards, from the main force to reinforcements, the entire Romanian Plain was filled with the smoke of war. The orc army from Mordor poured out of the Black Gate, while reinforcements from the entire Lagrange Empire set off from the Swiftstream Fortress.

The battlefield was filled with forbidden spells. Guardian spells rose up to block the forbidden spell attacks falling from the sky. Both armies were wiped out in large numbers by forbidden spells. Life was reduced to numbers at this moment. Even knightly orders became expensive expendable resources. Some flag knight orders had just fought their way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood when they were wiped out in large numbers by forbidden spells falling from the sky, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"Whoosh!" Undoubtedly, the most eye-catching thing on the battlefield, besides the dragon knights flying in the sky, was the ancient war tree on the ground that moved slowly but steadily forward!

"We come from the dense forest, only for our home! For peace! For the goddess of nature! To destroy these thugs!" One after another, elven archers and rangers suddenly emerged from the ancient war tree.

"Release the arrows!" The arrows crisscrossed, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles, which was the killing range of the elven archers. The archers and rangers, who no longer cared about accuracy, simply mechanically threw the arrows into the sky. With the blessing of the War Tree, these arrows would be sent to the orc army more than ten miles away.

"Is this for real?" Omske rubbed his eyes. "You're telling me a marksman's projectile can travel ten miles? That's even more absurd than killing a Japanese sniper from eight hundred miles away!"
However, the battle on the field was not over yet. The two armies, which had already clashed, began a brutal melee, and many orcs and Harads set their sights on the conspicuous ancient war tree.

"Roar!" The Harads rode their mammoths straight toward the ancient war tree (yes, the same mammoths that trampled Rohan cavalry and chickens during the Battle of Pelennor).

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Suddenly the ancient war tree stopped, and thick branches suddenly emerged from the ground, instantly turning an area within a mile radius into a thicket of thorns. All the Dark Alliance soldiers who entered this deadly thicket were now hanging on the branches.

When Roland saw this cutscene, he was immediately blown away: "Holy crap! Wood Release: Wood Splinter Technique?"

The ancient war tree, which instantly transformed into a grinding wheel of flesh and blood, caused the orcs who attempted to advance to die instantly. Then, the ancient war tree began to move slowly and steadily from its roots.