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

Chapter 73 Arrow of the North Wind
"The city of Los Sannir in the south is also fighting with the orc vanguard wolf riders, and the battlefield has even extended to the outskirts of Los Sannir." Thorin handed the letter that Whitewing and the others had given him to Bard, who was sitting next to him.

"It seems the orcs are planning a pincer attack?" Bard sighed. The orcs' open scheme was making the already small coalition forces' situation even worse.

"Have the people of the Valley Kingdom been taken care of?" Thorin changed the subject, avoiding the heavy topic.

"Yes, I've already arranged for them to take refuge in Irubor. I'll need your help with the rest." Bard nodded in thanks, as he was indebted to the dwarves for allowing humans to seek refuge in Irubor during this time of crisis.

“Dvalin clashed with the orc vanguard again yesterday, and we were evenly matched. I’m puzzled as to why this orc army has been stuck north of Lonely Mountain and hasn’t made any progress,” Thorin said, looking troubled.

"Perhaps the last great war left an indelible fear, causing them to revere Lonely Mountain?" Bard guessed.

“Who knows, but I always feel uneasy.” Thorin sighed, unsure of the source of his unease.

"The situation in the South is not much better than ours; the quality of their army is worrying!" King Dai of Iron Hill said loudly as he entered the hall.

"Well? Did you find anything?" Thorin asked Dain, who had just returned from Los Santo Niel.

"Hmm! They somehow found a large elven army, but apart from that elven army, the quality of the other troops is questionable," Dain said, recounting what he had seen in Los Sannier.

"Dann! An elven army? Are they the woodland elves?" Thorin frowned. Although he didn't want to fight alongside the elves, they couldn't abandon their northern defenses and head south!

“No, they have sky-blue hair, and I’ve never seen their banners and armor before.” Dain spread his hands, this was what puzzled him the most. According to Thorin, Los Sannier was a relatively new city, so where did this elven army come from? He couldn’t figure it out.

"Forget it, let's not dwell on this. The elves are none of our business. We need to figure out how to wipe out this group of orcs in front of us." Thorin's eyes gleamed with wisdom.

……

"Boom~ Boom~" The heavy footsteps shook the hearts of all the sentries on the city walls of Los Sannier, and the orcs on the horizon not far away surged in from the south like a tide.

"Quickly... quick, sound the alarm! The... orc army is coming... is coming!" The militiamen guarding the city wall were at a loss, and a group of them felt their hands and feet go cold as they watched the moving black tide.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The crisp sound of bells broke the silence of dawn, and the entire city of Los Sannier instantly came to life.

"What's going on?" The guarding Grand Knight Maple Leaf Purple grabbed a panicked militiaman.

"Knight... Sir... the half... half... half orcs are coming!" The militiamen were so frightened that they danced around. The surging "black tide" in front of them seemed to be able to devour everything, bringing despair to the civilians who had been temporarily armed.

"Damn it! Look at your pathetic state! Are you no longer a child of the wasteland? Are you no longer a citizen of the kingdom? Are you no longer a soldier of the tribe?!" Maple Leaf Purple was so angry at the cowardly appearance of the militiaman in front of her that her hands and feet turned cold.

"Look here! The King is with you! I am with you! The elven army is with you! We have nowhere to retreat! Our families are behind us!" Maple Leaf Purple roared angrily, and in an instant, the chaotic city walls slowly calmed down around him.

"What's going on?" Bai Yi rushed over and saw the city wall that had been successfully suppressed by Maple Leaf Purple. Everyone was preparing to meet the enemy in an orderly manner.

"The orcs are coming!" Maple Leaf Purple pointed at the approaching orcs.

"Hmm! They've finally arrived? Light the beacon! Tell King Roland on the other side that the orcs are attacking!" Iovia emerged from behind White Wing, a scimitar slung across her shoulder. "How do we fight them?" White Wing looked up, seeking Iovia's opinion. After all, this guy had participated in the final alliance war and had far more combat experience than he did.

“The walls of Los Sannier are too low. We can’t let them climb up. You know we’re short of warriors. We can’t afford to waste our precious ranged troops fighting orcs in melee combat.” Iovia didn’t want her people to trade blows with the orcs; it would be too much of a loss.

"Are you planning to send out the elven army to suppress them directly? Aren't you going to hold back?" White Wing asked curiously as he watched Iovia prepare to unleash a barrage of arrows from the elven army.

"Just hide Peter, the Star Dragon Knights will give them a run for their money," Iovia said casually, looking at the giant troll mixed in with the orc army.

“Alright, then you take command.” White Wing decisively relinquished command; no one understood war better than Iovia.

……

"The orc army is here!" Roland's heart sank when he saw the thick smoke rising from the opposite bank of the river. "Why the hell did this to me so early in the morning?"
"Caslo! Call everyone over for a meeting!" Roland walked down the city wall with a dark face.

“叮咚！主线任务发布：第二次孤山大战，胜利条件：疾流城不被攻破，平民死亡人数少于50%。奖励随机兵种500人，平民1000人，随机奖励5种。隐藏胜利条件：1.杀死阿佐格(奖励拉格朗重装骑兵100人)、2.杀死波尔格(奖励埃尔尼诺游侠10人)、3·所有盟友不被消灭(奖励牧师组5人)。击杀奖励：联军消灭总人数25%的半兽人军团奖励(征召配置装备精钢长剑)、联军消灭总人数50%的半兽人奖励(人族圣盾艾利亚尔)、联军消灭总人数75%以上的半兽人奖励(骑士第二圣戒怜悯之戒)。”系统突然蹦了出来。

"This... System, you're my real dad..." Roland only glanced at it before tears immediately streamed down his face. Leaving aside the random unit types and items, just look at the heavy cavalry, the Elnino Rangers, and the Holy Shield and Holy Ring! He was so envious!

"Azog, Borg, and all you adorable orcs, leave your lives behind! Contribute to my cause!" Roland thought to himself with satisfaction.

"Hahaha~" Roland laughed loudly as he walked through the street, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded civilians and soldiers.

……

"So they built a city here! Heh! Darkness will eventually devour you! Warriors! The chance to drink the blood of the dwarves has come! Kill! Break through the city! Slaughter everyone! Roar!" Azog rode his white dire wolf to a location ten miles from Los Sannir.

"Roar!"

"kill!"

"Ow!"

More than 10,000 orcs pressed toward Los Santo Nie, interspersed with ogres carrying heavy battering rams as they marched toward the city.

"Two miles away! Launch! Northern Arrow! Fire!" Iovia roared, drawing her elven scimitar from her waist.

"Bang!" The sound of the bowstring vibrating echoed on the city wall. The elven archer and the ranger instantly launched their North Wind Arrow skill at a 45-degree angle.

"Whoosh~" The piercing sound of the wind tore through the sky.

"An elven archer!" Azog's expression changed.

(End of this chapter)