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

Chapter 676 The Era of Forbidden Spells in Chaos

“That is…” Olaf’s pupils dilated in shock.

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"Great Forbidden Spell!" The Angmar Witch-King's shrill scream rang out. The next second, he switched the sharp chain mace in his right hand to his left and pulled out a pale white bone staff from his tattered cloak.

"Dark Erosion!" The Witch-King of Angmar's entire body surged with evil magic, and the dark clouds of war transformed into a sea of ​​clouds, crashing wildly towards the Great Forbidden Spell in the sky.

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"Good heavens! They dare to block a forbidden spell? Why aren't you running?" Roland clicked his tongue as he looked at the sky, which had turned a bluish-red, on the distant plain. If you looked closely, you could also see bright silver occasionally mixed in with the bluish-red! Under the bluish-red sky, a dark, inky magical cloud was desperately resisting the forbidden spell that was supposed to descend. The two spells were fighting each other, constantly tearing apart the surrounding space, trying to overpower each other.

"You underestimate the Witch-King of Angmar!" Darion Nightblade said absentmindedly, toying with his Wind-Listening Blade Garuda while staring at Roland. They were supposed to join the battle, but everyone else had refused. Roland was refused—those who understood why—and Darion Nightblade refused because someone wanted to keep an eye on Roland…

"That's the Great Forbidden Spell—Yanfu Space—unleashed jointly by the Storm Dragon and the Blazing Fire Dragon!" Roland was stunned by the clash of magic. In his understanding, Great Forbidden Spells were equivalent to invincibility, and Yanfu Space was the Great Forbidden Spell Roland had witnessed the most times in his life (it seemed to be the only one he had ever seen unleashed). Roland naturally admired the invincible destructive power of Great Forbidden Spells; in his eyes, anyone who unleashed a Great Forbidden Spell should temporarily avoid its edge!

“It’s no use, look…” Darian Nightblade pointed to the sky with a grim expression.

The Great Forbidden Spell Yama, which had originally burned through the entire night sky, had now shrunk to the point where it could barely illuminate a small patch of the sky. Clearly, the power of this Great Forbidden Spell was being worn down by the Witch King Angmar.

"Something's not right!" Even though Roland wasn't a spellcaster, he could tell that his family's forbidden spell was losing ground in the sky.

"It seems the intelligence was flawed!" Darian Nightblade's face was deathly pale. The Angmar Witch-King was clearly at his peak! If he had known this, how could he have possibly provoked the Orc Kingdom? Something's wrong, something must have gone wrong! Darian Nightblade desperately tried to sense the Angmar Witch-King's deep, unfathomable aura, attempting to find a flaw.

“It seems the Ringwraiths aren’t as easy to deal with as we thought…” Roland’s face darkened. The other two Ringwraiths had already begun to release their auras without reservation, meaning that all three Ringwraiths had come this time… The Ringwraiths’ positions were all well-known, and everyone knew roughly where each Ringwraith was. Except for Uvasar the Nine Rings, whose position was relatively mobile, the other Ringwraiths were closely monitored by the people of the North. At least, everyone could notice when they actually moved.

"Impossible! I clearly killed that thing with my stab!" Darian Nightblade exclaimed. He had used all his strength in that attack, after all, he had pierced through the Ringwraith's black armor, and given the light attribute's advantage over the Ringwraith, there was no reason for it not to die!

“Priests have resurrection spells, who knows what strange abilities the Ringwraiths might have?” Roland shook his head. After all, no one knew what the Ringwraiths’ core abilities were, so it wouldn’t be surprising if one of them had a resurrection skill.

“That’s true, but we’re probably in for a tough time now…” Darian Nightblade said with a wry smile.

"...You..." Dura and Olaf were speechless as they looked at the squad of dragon riders landing on the city wall. Their faces were flushed, and they didn't know what to say. Was it the joy of surviving a disaster? Or the mission of defending the fortress? Perhaps it was both...

"Leave this place immediately! This place will become a forbidden battlefield! If you don't want to die with the orcs, run far away!" The dragon knights scattered among the guards warned.

“But the bodies of our comrades…” one of the warriors hesitated. After all, the battle was urgent, and apart from the elves using spatial equipment to collect the soldiers’ bodies, the bodies of the soldiers of the King’s Landing family had been moved to the city wall for temporary disposal.

"The living are always more important than the dead!" Before the dragon riders could even start complaining, Olaf stood up and said.

"All soldiers, listen up! We're withdrawing!" Olaf ordered. Although Dura was a professional, Olaf's rank was higher, and as the highest-ranking officer present, it was Olaf who gave the order to withdraw.

"Are they still fighting?" Dos Anthony landed on the city wall and looked at the already gloomy sky. The power of the Yanfu Space was coming to an end, but the darkness of the Angmar Witch King seemed to be endless!
“This great forbidden spell is hopeless! At most, it can only deplete some of the Angmar Witch King’s power, and it can’t even cause him any trouble!” Adolf Heinrich frowned and appeared on the city wall. Compared to fighting them while floating in the sky, Adolf Heinrich preferred to fight them on the ground.

"You can tell?" Verway raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to see what I am?" Adolf Heinrich was amused. How could a top-tier sixth-order sage like himself not be able to tell the difference between the levels and depths of magic? With the meager amount of dragon power left in Yanfu Space, it would probably be annihilated in just a few minutes.

"This is a huge problem! The Witch King of Angmar is very strong!" Caslo and Ajax arrived together, and Caslo started complaining as soon as he landed.

“I can understand. The darkness and evil accumulated within a fallen being who has lived for countless years are bottomless!” Adolf Heinrich shook his head, not discouraged. It would be strange if he could actually trade one for the Witch King of Angmar.

"Get ready, get some rest! What's coming might be the first forbidden spell battle in Middle-earth in a thousand years!" Adolf Heinrich gazed intently at the sky. At this moment, the Great Forbidden Spell Yama's Space had been swallowed by darkness, with only a few slivers of red light showing. As the last few slivers of red light disappeared, everyone knew that this Great Forbidden Spell had ended...

"Are we about to start a forbidden spell war?" Caslo frowned. A true forbidden spell war was incredibly brutal, something Adolf Heinrich knew all too well. After all, the Heinrich family had once fought a forbidden spell war against the Augustus family, and the result was that the nobles never dared to use forbidden spells on a large scale again in their civil war. Although the empire was completely destroyed in less than a century, and there were no more noble civil wars for them to fight, this shows how much psychological trauma forbidden spell clashes had inflicted on those nobles.

"Yes! I hope we can win!" Adolf Heinrich sighed.

“I think we need…reinforcements…” Dos Anthony muttered quietly, raising his hand behind him.

"I have already sent out a magical request for assistance, and Lord Yunfeng will receive it soon!" Adolf Heinrich said calmly. Communicating through magical resonance is much more convenient than communicating through a communication array. He guessed that Yunfeng had already begun preparing reinforcements composed of high-end combat forces.

“If the battle begins, I will first engage in a magical standoff with the Witch King of Angmar. I would like to ask you two dragon riders, Ajax and Caslo, to keep a close eye on the situation and immediately attack the forbidden spell if things go wrong! We don’t have much power left for defense, so we can only fight them head-on!” Adolf Heinrich said solemnly.