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

Chapter 666 The Witch-King of Angmar's Revenge
"Did they reply?" Roland asked.

"Yes, the Duke of King's Landing has received it. He has already made arrangements for an escape route and notified the territory of Beorn." Yun Feng nodded.

“Something’s not right. I feel really uneasy…” Roland frowned, increasingly convinced that the orcs were bound to do something.

"Probably not. Two of the Ringwraiths are gone. What can they do?" Adolf Heinrich said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"I don't think that bastard will die so easily!" Roland frowned. He knew how tenacious the Ringwraiths were, and the fact that none of the nine Ringwraiths had been replaced over the years spoke volumes.

“Resurrection isn’t just something priests can do!” Roland said meaningfully.

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"Awooo... Ah!" A shrill roar came from the depths of the Gambada Fortress. At this moment, Holmuras was bound to a stone slab, which was covered with mysterious magic runes. Wisps of black mist were surging into its body. The bound Holmuras screamed in agony as if the pain was hitting its very soul!

"That damned bastard almost killed it! Its soul fire was nearly extinguished!" Amoraso roared in fury.

"The power of light has completely invaded its soul; we can only try to remove that repulsive light!" The ethereal voice of the Witch King of Angmar rang out from the side.

"This assassin is actually of the Light attribute! I've never heard of such a thing before!" Amoraso said with lingering fear.

"Thank goodness he wasn't of the Holy attribute! Otherwise, none of you would have made it back!" The Witch-King of Angmar chuckled. The Blade of Light had nearly killed Holmras; if it had been the even more terrifying Holy power, it would probably have been purified on the spot.

"Revenge! Revenge! Roar!" Holmras, bound to the stone slab and stripped of his power of light, roared in anger, but the erosion of the power of light within him caused him to howl once more.

"It's time for revenge! Gambada Fortress has been forgotten by those cowardly allied forces! It's time to make them feel fear!" As darkness completely enveloped Gambada Fortress, the Angmar Witch-King's impassioned voice rang out, and the entire fortress erupted in jubilation. The Angmar Witch-King's official appearance signified that Gambada would unleash its fury!

"Assemble our armies! I want the southern Alliance territories to be stained with blood!" the Witch-King of Angmar shrieked...

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"Your Highness! We're in big trouble! Gangbada Fortress has gone mad! We need the Kingdom's support!" Fourth-tier Mufadula arrived at the western pass of King's Landing Fortress and found Apophis Breo, who was on patrol, panting heavily.

"The Gangbada Fortress has deployed troops? Tell everyone to prepare and tell the people to prepare to migrate into the fortress. Don't trouble King Roland anymore; we shouldn't add to the kingdom's burden!" Apophis Breo smiled gently.

“But at least 20,000 heavily armored elite orcs and an unknown number of wolf riders have been deployed from Gangbada Fortress! And they are being covered by a large number of war bats! This was discovered by the training eagles of the druids of Beorn territory!” Dura’s eyes twitched, and he really wanted to slap Apophis Breo. How could he possibly fight so many people?
"I think you make a lot of sense! King Roland should be held responsible for this! Those were his assassins, we shouldn't have to pay for his mess!" Apophis Breo immediately changed his tune upon hearing this. "You didn't say the Gangbada orcs were finished! If I'd known there were so many of them, I would have called for reinforcements immediately!"
"What are the Beorn doing?" Apophis Breo suddenly thought of his neighbor. "They abandoned the emerging city of Karok, crossed the Anduin River, and headed to Rosgar Castle on the outskirts of the Dark Forest! By the Dragon God! They've actually built a fortress!" Olaf burst in. He had also received the news and made arrangements for the evacuation of the residents in advance, so he arrived a little later than Dura.

"They sent us a message before they left, wishing us well! The implication was that they didn't intend to fight the orcs head-on!" Olaf pursed his lips. Clearly, these war-weary Northrends were unwilling to fight again; they obviously planned to hide in that fortress and weather this undeserved disaster. However, Olaf only now realized that Beorn's Landing actually had a fortress! Backed by the Woodland Kingdom, the fortress naturally had no fear of the orc army. If they dared to besiege it, Thranduil, who was currently looking for a pillow, wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson in forest annihilation warfare!

"Send for help! Send for help now! Damn it, not only do these orcs lack martial ethics, but their only ally has also run away!" Apophis Breo was extremely troubled. If he didn't send help soon, the entire Lion Territory, numbering several thousand, would be facing off against the orcs in the Misty Mountains. If it were a complete war fortress, Apophis Breo would have some confidence, but the problem was that the King's Fortress was a self-proclaimed fortress and didn't have the complete functions that other fortresses possessed.

"By the way, Your Highness, I also sent a messenger to Moria..." Olaf told Apophis Breo about his presumptuous act.

"Moria? What are we going there for? I'm afraid the King of Balin can't help us!" Apophis Breo frowned. Crossing the Seningrad Plain would lead to the Dingriel Valley, and inside was Qazadum, which was the Kingdom of Moria. But the problem was that Balin didn't have much power to support Apophis Breo.

"It's a pity we have no connection with the Kingdom of Lorian in the Golden Forest, otherwise we could have gathered some elves to help us!" Olaf said whimsically.

"Instead of wasting time on that, you should think about asking the Woodland Kingdom for help!" Apophis Breo said speechlessly.

"Woodland Kingdom? Those cowards? Do you think they dare to leave the forest? I'd consider them men if they even took one step!" Olaf spat. The Woodland Elves had suffered too much in the Battle of the Dark Gate. The Battle of the Dark Gate had crippled two elven armies, leaving one Woodland Elf and one Star Elf army demoralized. Both Elven Kings were dead, and the result was that the elves were war-weary.

"Damn it! The King is still the most reliable!" The group exchanged glances. Fine! Let's go ask the King for help.

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"Hiss..." Yun Feng stared at the letter in front of him with a toothache. It described in tears how big a mess Roland's subordinates had made, how this hole was like a sinkhole, how difficult their situation was, and how unreliable their allies were... Shengliu: Save my dog's life!

"Well, the Grand Duke is taking the blame for the mess the kingdom made!" Adolf Heinrich sighed.

"Let's go see His Highness. We can't ignore this matter..." Yun Feng said with a headache. The main problem is that this matter really has something to do with you, Roland. You can't let your subordinates take the blame for the mess you made! Even if you're going to take the blame, you have to be able to carry it! If you take the blame, it might just crush the entire Lion Territory.
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"What? The orcs have marched south? How did they know Apophis Breo's location?" Roland exclaimed in shock.

"Huh? It would be strange if Gangbada didn't notice his huge territory?" Yunfeng looked at Roland with an expression as if he were brain-dead.

"Damn it! This is outrageous! A mere Ringwraith dares to act so arrogantly? Who gave him the guts and courage? Liang Jingru? Beat him! Beat him hard! Drag the Forbidden Spells over there! I want to see rivers of blood!" Roland said, his eyes red. He hadn't even vented his anger yet after his heavy cavalry was wiped out, and this guy had already jumped out? It's just a Ringwraith that died.