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

Chapter 670 The Skull Crusher Arrives

While Roland and the others were focused on whether the elves could pry open the cans, Apophis Breo and Lind were already numb. Apophis Breo even resisted the urge to pull out a forbidden spell to hear the sound.

"We can't keep fighting like this, we're too passive!" Linde said with a grim expression. If the elves want to deal damage, they naturally need tanks to absorb the damage. But judging from the appearance of Apophis Breo's troops, do they seem capable of withstanding the damage? If they are really used as tanks to draw fire, they will probably die even faster than the elves themselves.

"Duke, when will your reinforcements arrive?" Lind's eyes widened, forgetting all formalities. He had come to help, not to be buried alive!
"Soon, soon!" Apophis Breo could only say, after all, he didn't know when Roland's army would arrive on the battlefield.

"If this continues, we'll all be shot to death by the orcs on the city walls!" Linde's face was dark and his tone was very unfriendly. After all, the orcs had become more cunning. They had finally stopped jumping around in a suicidal manner and instead used it to cover the other lightly armed orc troops and the soldiers on the fortress to exchange fire. The professional orc archers hidden in the crowd always inflicted heavy casualties on the defenders on the city walls. In the end, both sides retreated behind their shields and started playing catapults.

Arrows imbued with battle aura flew haphazardly among ordinary arrows, with no one knowing which lucky one would fall to the ground. Overall, the defenders had an advantage in the number of professional archers, while the orcs had an advantage in the number of ordinary archers. For a time, the two sides were evenly matched and the situation remained awkwardly stalemated...

The most outrageous thing is that in order to maintain the killing effect and the density of the arrow rain, as well as the influence of the terrain, both sides had to huddle together. It's easy to understand the defenders since the city wall only has so much space, but the orcs didn't have much room to maneuver at the entrance of the valley. So they just endured the arrow rain and competed with each other's willpower.

"Duke, what are you doing? Ouch!" Linde glanced at Apophis Breo and found that Apophis Breo was holding a scroll with red edges in his hand. Judging from its appearance and aura, it was clearly a forbidden fire spell!

"..." Apophis Breo stared at the orcs below with gritted teeth. He was resisting the urge to tear up the scroll. After all, using it would not only reduce his trump card but also completely destroy the Lion Territory outside... Apophis Breo found it hard to make up his mind to do something that would result in a lose-lose situation.

"I've had enough of these bastards!" Apophis Breo heard the screams of his people and the roars of the orcs around him. All of this caused his blood pressure to rise sharply. He stood up and prepared to tear open the scroll to release the Great Forbidden Spell.

"Fight! Sons of Turin!"

Suddenly his hand stopped. He vaguely heard the word "Turin"? Just as he was pondering this, Lind next to him tackled him to the ground.

"Are you crazy? Standing up and spacing out? Do you want to die?" Lind, who was holding Apophis Breo down, spat wildly at Apophis Breo. He now regretted coming to reinforce Apophis Breo. If he had another chance, he would never have come to this mess!

“I think I just heard the voice of a dwarf?” Apophis Breo frowned.

"Dwarves? How could those dwarves possibly come? Are there still dwarven armies around here?" Linde asked, puzzled. Both Lonely Mountain and Moria were far from Lionheart. "You... ah!" Linde was about to say something about whether Apophis Breo had lost his mind when he glanced outside the city and saw that the orcs had somehow become a chaotic mess.

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"Children of Turin! Fight! For our friends! Fight!"

"For Turin! Long live Turin!"

While the orcs and the King's Landing garrison were locked in a tug-of-war, Balin led his elite dwarven forces to the outskirts of the pass. They observed the situation on the battlefield and found that thousands of orcs were crowded in front of the King's Landing fortress, fiercely fighting the garrison, completely unaware of the dwarven army that had been advancing along the foot of the Misty Mountains.

"Skullbreakers! Smash their heads! Charge!" Balin raised his battle axe, his body surging with fiery battle aura. At this moment, Balin was clearly a fifth-tier warrior! What he held in his hand was no ordinary weapon, but the legendary dwarven artifact—the Axe of Turin! Balin had successfully retrieved the dwarven artifact lost in Moria and gained its approval! With the help of this axe, he had successfully advanced to the fifth tier!

Balin, who was already grateful to Lagrange, naturally dared not be careless after receiving a plea for help from Apophis Breo's messenger. Although Moria's military strength was not abundant, Balin still gritted his teeth and assembled his most elite Skullcrusher Legion to help Apophis Breo. These three hundred elite dwarven heavy warriors rode argali sheep to the battlefield and charged directly at the orcs who were attacking the fortress.

"Bang!" Balin swung his battle axe, and the heavy axe struck the orc's head, sending brain matter flying. The orc, struck by the blow, collapsed to the ground before he could even react!
Like tigers descending from the mountain, the dwarven skullcrusher legion charged into the battlefield. The streams of war flames illuminated the orcs' faces and chilled their hearts. This dwarven force that attacked from behind caused the orcs to collapse almost within a few dozen seconds. Large numbers of orcs were driven out of the valley by the dwarven warriors. A few orcs fell under the dwarven battle axes and warhammers, but most of the orcs died from being trampled!
"Fight! Noble sons of Turin! For our friends! Fight! Kill these bastards! Drive them out!" Balin raised his battle axe, and the battle aura blade, several meters wide, instantly cut the orc ranks to pieces, limbs and torsos scattered all over the ground. Even though these ram riders were not orthodox knights, the dense group of orcs still gave them an excellent opportunity to attack!

"Fear not! Kill the enemy! Tell them who the masters are here! Drive them back to the dark, damp caves! Sons of Turin! Charge with me!" Balin led the charge, fiercely hacking and slashing at the orcs outside the pass. These orc legions, whose highest rank was not even third-tier, were no match for a fifth-tier warrior; whoever came was doomed! The scattered orcs fled the battlefield in panic, clearly terrified by the dwarves.

"Stop the pursuit!" After driving all the orcs several miles away, Balin suddenly stopped and turned his ram head toward the fortress.

The dwarves may be a bit simple-minded and a bit reckless, but that doesn't mean they're stupid. The three hundred warriors could only bully these lightly armored troops and orc grunts at most. Only a small portion of the casualties were caused by the dwarves killing the enemy directly; most of the damage was caused by the orcs' own trampling after their camp was breached. It was fine to cut grass while the orcs were still confused, but once the orcs realized what was happening and regrouped their skullcrushers, they wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

"Let's go back and help defend the fortress!" Balin said to the dwarven warriors behind him. He knew that there were still elite orc heavy infantry behind them, and he understood that the open field was definitely not their battlefield. The final battlefield would definitely be on King's Landing Fortress! After all, when facing an orc attack, the allied forces always defended more than they attacked, and Duke Apophis Breo was no exception. After all, not everyone had the ability to fight orcs in the open field!