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

Chapter 662 Forbidden Spell - The Great Thousand Worlds!
Outside the Gangbada Fortress.

With a dazzling flash of light, a dire wolf was cut down and fell to the ground, throwing the orc rider off it.

The young man casually swept his hand back, and the elite orc cavalryman who had just gotten up was already clutching his neck and convulsing on the ground. These heavily armored orc wolf riders only had gaps at the joints and the neck of their helmets; the rest of them were solid, making them extremely vulnerable to sharp weapons!

"Whoosh!" A gust of wind came from the blade.

"Very well! You're wearing heavy armor, huh? Most people would find you disgusting, but sorry, my blade is the Wind-Listening Blade—Garuda!" A sinister smile crept across the young man's face.

Looking down at the orcish werewolf cavalry army that he had surrounded so tightly, the young man laughed wildly. These thousand-plus orcish werewolf cavalrymen were all heavily armored professionals! There weren't many such troops in the entire Gombada Fortress, yet they dared to send one to surround and capture him! This meant they really didn't want him to escape, and it seemed he had seen something he shouldn't have!

"Put down your weapons! I'll spare your life!" With a series of heavy footsteps, a burly ogre pushed aside the wolf riders and stepped out. It brandished a large club in its hand, a purplish-black iron club studded with jagged nails, and covered with bits of flesh and hair.

"A fifth-tier warrior!" The young man's pupils contracted. This big guy was actually a fifth-tier warrior? Wasn't it said that it was rare for ogres to produce high-level professionals?

"Hahaha! You have good taste. Do you think you can still escape? Don't force me to tear off your limbs!" The ogre warrior thought he had intimidated the young man and waved his club arrogantly, laughing so hard that the earth trembled. At the end, he licked his lips to put even more psychological pressure on the young man.

"No, no, no, I'm just a little disappointed. There are very few ogres who can be trained to high-level professions. I was just a little excited to see one for the first time. But unfortunately... your path ends here." The young man sheathed his sword with pity, his eyes filled with compassion.

"Huh? Giving up resistance? Take him back!" Although he couldn't understand the young man's cryptic words, seeing that he had already put away the short sword that had killed dozens of people, the ogre warrior thought he was just spouting some trash talk before surrendering. After all, humans are always habitually stubborn, and he just hoped that he would still be so stubborn in a while.

"Listen—to the sound of the wind! Forbidden spell! The vast world!" the young man whispered with his eyes closed, then drew his cyan dagger and began to spin around.

"Roar!" Like the roar of an ancient dragon, the long dragon's roar turned into the sound of blades! Like waves, the blue battle aura blades, tens of meters long, shot out in all directions, and many of them even flew directly to the distant Gambada Fortress.

"Boom!" The entire Gombada Fortress trembled amidst the roar of the forbidden spell. Then, a dark light curtain rose up and covered the Gombada Fortress. Clearly, the sudden burst of the forbidden spell had completely activated the Gombada Fortress's self-defense array.

The young man casually spun around with one foot on the ground, swinging his blade. The cyan battle aura blade directly overturned the ground within a radius of several miles. As for the orc wolf riders and patrols? Aren't they just patches of them?

"Awooo! Ah~" The ogre warrior roared and howled as it desperately released its battle energy to protect its body from the cutting of the extreme wind blades. Unfortunately, after blocking several wind blades, it finally exhausted its battle energy.

"Swoosh!" A pleasant cutting sound rang out, and the once arrogant troll was completely split in two from its chest. Its body, which was not quite dead yet, twitched and struggled desperately. The next second, the surging wind element shredded it into dust.

"Snap!" The young man sheathed his short knife and slowly shook his head. He still felt quite sorry for that ogre. Why didn't it cherish the power of nature's creation and had to take a forbidden spell head-on? What was it thinking? "Whoosh!" A black cloud of countless war bats floated out from the Gombada Fortress. As the aerial force of the Gombada Fortress, they were mostly responsible for reconnaissance and harassment.

"This is bad! We've made too much noise!" The young man chuckled, then jumped off the already dilapidated rocky hill and ran away.

"Dragon God! It's just a forbidden spell, why such a big reaction?" The young man muttered helplessly and continued running towards the distance without stopping, because he had already sensed several chilling auras. Heh heh! He's caught a big fish! Even the Ringwraiths are here!

After all, Garuda's Great Thousand World attack was practically a direct assault on Gangbada Fortress, a level of humiliation no less than defecating in the face of the Witch King of Angmar.

The divine artifact Garuda is a short sword-type weapon. It contains the dragon soul of an evil hurricane dragon and its dragon crystal was incorporated into it during its forging. Therefore, this nine-inch-long divine artifact can release the forbidden wind-type dragon language spell - Great Thousand Worlds! However, it needs some time to naturally recover the dragon power within it after being released.

In other words, there were no forbidden spells to suppress him. Otherwise, the young man would have had to go toe-to-toe with the Ringwraiths. Why would he not run away after using his ultimate move? Was he waiting for the Witch-King of Angmar to invite him to dinner?
"Damn it! Two Ringwraiths are chasing us?" As he ran, the young man sensed something was wrong. The dark aura was getting closer and closer. He turned his head and saw, whoosh! Two nightmares carrying rolling black clouds were rapidly approaching him in the distance.

"Stop chasing me! I don't owe any money!" the young man pouted.

……

"Huh? Why hasn't this new Creed assassin arrived yet?" Roland crossed his legs and waited for good news, but after waiting for a long time, he found that no one came to report to him.

"System! You've swallowed my rewards again? Last time it was money, this time it's people?" Roland's eyes widened like saucers. If this kept going, he really would uninstall the system (just kidding).

"Rewards have been issued, please check them automatically!" The system's cold voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Where is that person?" Roland was completely bewildered. Could a dignified sixth-tier cultivator really die halfway through his journey?
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"Damn it! Stop hitting me! I'm going to die!" The young man gasped as he dodged.

"Do you guys have so much battle energy that it's free?" The young man's eye twitched as he looked at the dark spears flying all over the sky. Did these guys really not want to be human anymore? A sixth-tier Ringwraith is so great? So what if he has a Ring on his hand? He talks like everyone who's out there doesn't have a divine artifact. Uh... his own divine artifact seems to be on cooldown.

"I'm telling you! Stop fighting! If you keep hitting me, I'll fight back!" The young man flashed a few times, dodging the attack from the two Ringwraiths at incredible angles.

Three shifts