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

Chapter 669 Historical Events - The King's Escape?
"These bastards!" Lind roared angrily. After all, an elven ranger had just been shot down by a single arrow, and Apophis Breo knew at a glance that there was no hope of saving him.

"Priest! Is there a priest?" Lind, the dying elven ranger, looked at Apophis Breo with red eyes.

"..." Apophis Breo was speechless. If he had a priest, would there have been such heavy casualties? Dozens of the Valiant Warriors had been killed! Nearly a hundred ordinary militiamen had been killed or wounded.

"Pfft! Whoosh!" Dula, holding up his staff, first pulled the arrow out of its neck with one hand, then instantly cast a spell on it!
Linde, who was about to curse human parents, immediately shut up after seeing the situation clearly. Wood-type energy quickly intertwined on the wound, and then the muscles visibly grew and healed.

"Ah! You know healing magic?" Apophis Breo stared at Dura with an expression as if he had seen an alien. Although light, wood, water, and holy magic can all learn healing magic, healing magic requires an absolute mastery of magic power, so not all mages who can learn healing magic know it.

"You didn't ask! Otherwise, what did you think I was doing the whole time?" Dula's lips twitched. Good heavens, you've been acting as a field medic for half a day, and you just ignored me?
It was also thanks to Dura's constant efforts to revive people on the battlefield that the casualties at King's Landing Fortress would have made Apophis Breo and Lind turn tail and run.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Lin De said gratefully, having only just witnessed Dura rescuing people.

"Thank you!" The elven ranger, still shaken, touched his neck and thanked Dura before standing up again, drawing his bow, and exchanging fire with the orc.

“I should thank you…” Before Dura could finish speaking, the same elven ranger fell back down with a “thud” again, in exactly the same spot as before.

"Huh?" Apophis Breo was stunned. There are people with such bad luck?

"..." Linde's brainstem also instantly shrank, and he now understood what it meant to be on the brink of death.

"Pfft!" Before the elven ranger's eyes completely lost focus, Dula silently apologized and pulled the arrow out of his chest again. Then he began to heal him. After all, if he wasn't dead, he could be saved; if he was dead, he would need resurrection magic, which he didn't know.

……

"What about the casualties?" Apophis Breo asked, his brow furrowed and his voice weak.

"127 brave warriors have died! 147 militiamen have died! The rest are all minor penetrating and stab wounds, which Lord Dura can heal!" Olaf said in a low voice.

"..." Apophis Breo's heart clenched, the pain was excruciating! It was like being slowly cut with a dull knife! It was only thanks to Dura that he was snatched from the jaws of death; without Dura... haha! After today, Apophis Breo's army could be disbanded!

"How are things on the elves?" Apophis Breo asked Olaf in a low voice.

"They're in a pretty bad situation too, about thirty of them have died!" Olaf said in a deep voice. For the elves' pitiful population, thirty-odd deaths were enough to make Lind's face darken and he fall silent. Don't ask Apophis Breo how he knew; he just saw it with his own eyes...

"Ask His Highness where they are? I need reinforcements!" Apophis Breo softened. Now was not the time to play tricks. So many people had died in just half a day; he couldn't bear to imagine what would happen next...

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"I'll go too!" Roland said to Yunfeng and the others with some unease. He was still worried about so many people going out, plus they could also check in and get some honor points. Only a fool wouldn't go out!
"No way!" Before anyone else could speak, Yunfeng, Omsk, and Nyx roared in unison, with Omsk's voice being the loudest (the child had psychological trauma).

“With Darian by my side, there’s no problem!” Roland insisted, pulling Darian out from behind him as a condition. “Mmm-hmm!” Darian Nightblade nodded happily, after all, he loved going to the battlefield, which meant he could smash the heads of those orcs without restraint.

"Shut up!" Nyx and the other two immediately gave each other death stares.

“Well… actually, staying in Stream City is quite nice. I… like the peaceful life.” Darian Nightblade shrank back and hid behind Roland.

“I really have to go! There is no king in Lagrange who is ignorant of military affairs! I am the monarch on the back of a dragon! Not the king on a throne in a castle!” Roland said without any politeness.

“Sure! Give me a boy and you can do whatever you want with him!” Nyx didn’t back down.

“Agreed! Give me a prince and I’d have nothing to say!” Yun Feng nodded.

"Same here!" Omske followed suit.

"..." Roland.

……

"So that's your reason for sneaking out? Hmph..." Adolf Heinrich took a deep breath and looked at Roland, who was riding Doss and carrying Darian Nightblade.

"Hi!" Darian Nightblade waved enthusiastically as Roland swung him around on a swing in the air.

"Shut up! Was it you who instigated His Highness?!" Adolf Heinrich narrowed his eyes, feeling that this Creed assassin seemed to have some kind of serious illness, didn't he mind the wind getting into his mouth?

"Hurry up and get going, Your Highness, keep up!" Caslo shook his head at Adolf Heinrich. He was already used to Roland running around like this. Otherwise, how do you think Adolf Heinrich found Roland? It was because Caslo told him to use his mental power to keep an eye on the situation behind him as soon as he took off. At the time, Adolf Heinrich didn't understand... Now it seems, he's a damn good judge of character!

"Ding! Historical site check-in successful! Laolin Road, reward: Honor Points *1"

"Ding! Historical event witnessed successfully! Roland has escaped! Reward: Honor Points *4!"

"Huh? What the hell? I'm history too!" Roland was completely stunned. What the hell is Roland's escape? Was I running away? I was personally leading an expedition! But to be fair, those 5 honor points are still pretty good. The previously empty shop can be restocked!
"Your Highness, let's go!" Dos Anthony rode Kurt behind Roland; his sister had given him the mission of keeping an eye on Roland!
Dos Anthony was lost in thought as he watched Roland's retreating figure. He recalled their first encounter: Roland was lying down while he was standing; later, Roland was cold while he was warm; then Roland was dead while he was alive; and now, unexpectedly, this guy suddenly came back to life! Wasn't this a waste of his feelings?
"Hopefully we won't miss our chance!" Adolf Heinrich shook his head and flew beside them, with Valvet tethered to him by his mental energy. However, Valvet was staring at his feet, his face pale. He was genuinely afraid that Adolf Heinrich would lose his flight and throw them both off. Although he could fly himself, he was still terrified...

"Didn't Apophis Breo tell us not to rush? The elves of Rivendell have sent 500 rangers to help!" Roland looked puzzled. With elves involved, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

"Five hundred elves? What good are they! Those are tens of thousands of elite orcs! Whether those elves can even crack those tin cans is another matter!" Adolf Heinrich was not optimistic about the battle. After all, heavily armored units either use hammers or magic, and scimitars and longbows are quite ineffective against heavy armor in a certain sense.

However, they no longer needed to speculate wildly. The people they were so eager to see were almost wiped out before they even saw the heavy orc troops.