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

Chapter 793 Go home for me!

  "Let's go!" Mogus put away his sword and prepared to run. Since he had already killed the man on the opposite side, the clear sky on the opposite side could no longer be maintained and would be over in half an hour at most. He had to be mentally ill to fight to the death with the orcs. Wouldn't it be better to go back and wait for the clear sky to wear off and then cast the forbidden spell?

"Go!" Darion Nightblade immediately disappeared in front of the confused Totem Shaman.

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"Uwasa is missing again!" Charlie Pross, the "Empire Endurance King" who was always keeping an eye on Uwasa's movements, reminded

  Everyone immediately became attentive and restrained their movements. This was the oppressive feeling brought by the top-level Ringwraiths!

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"Swish!" Mogus, who was running away, turned quickly, and a crack like an abyss appeared beside him. The next second, Mogus quickly raised the sword in his hand to protect his chest.

"Bang!" The long sword that stretched out from the void made Mogus stagger, and the huge impact force forced Mogus to stop.

"Clang!" The Orc Overlord who arrived immediately waved his weapon and stuck to Mogus. Seeing this, Uvasa twisted his body and disappeared into the air.

"Be careful!" Mogus warned.

"Swish!" A burst of blood sprayed from the air, and the sharp space blade cut Darian Nightblade's left waist. The two orc totem shamans behind him, who knew that the clear sky could no longer be maintained, followed closely and caught up, throwing the totem poles in their hands with enhancement spells wrapped around them.

"Let's go!" Mogus also wanted to evacuate with Darion Nightblade.

"Boom!" The Orc Overlord who was enhanced by magic directly pressed Mogus so hard that he couldn't breathe. The suppression of both quantity and quality made it impossible for Mogus to fight back.

Veins popped out on Mogus' face. He attacked vigorously several times but was entangled by the two orcs and was covered in bruises.

"Cough cough!" Darion Nightblade tried to assist Mogus, but was repelled by Uvasa before he could get close. The blood loss from the wound made Darion Nightblade dizzy, and he clenched Garuda and prepared to fight to the death.

"Go! Darian! Get out of here! Don't worry about me! Go!" Mogus's voice suddenly came, and the dizzy Darian Nightblade's mind suddenly became clear.

"As solid as a rock! As strong as a mountain!" After Mogus took a look at the city of Lagrande, ochre-colored flames suddenly burned all over his body.

"..." Uvasa's soul fire suddenly shrank! Without saying a word, he retreated directly into space.

"No..." Darion Nightblade looked at Mogus in horror.

"Go home for me..." Morgus turned his head and gave Darion Nightblade a reassuring smile, then pounced on the two Orc overlords with the battle axe chopped into his chest.

"Boom!" The self-detonation of fighting spirit that was as powerful as a great forbidden spell directly overturned everything it encountered. After igniting and sacrificing, the power of the knight's self-detonation would reach its peak at this moment, not to mention the self-detonation of a sixth-level hero!

"No! No!" Darion Nightblade climbed up from the ground, covering his waist with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and staggered towards the direction where Mogus exploded.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two Orc overlords who had just stood in front of Mogus had disappeared without a trace. Only the broken limbs in the distance told us that there had once been people here.

"Cough cough!" Darien Nightblade coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his eyes full of grief and anger.

The land in the distance suddenly moved, and two badly injured Orc Totem Shamans crawled out. They were covered in scars, and even had their limbs torn apart by the shockwaves of the war energy and flames because they had no defense, leaving them missing arms and legs.

"Bastard!" Darian Nightblade coughed and raised Garuda. If he didn't beat the fallen dog now, when would he do it? For Darian Nightblade, the two Orc Totem Shamans with low health in front of him were doomed!

"Bang!" Darien Nightblade fell to his knees. He then realized that his left foot had been twisted and broken. How could he be unscathed when defending against a sixth-order self-detonation at close range unless he released forbidden spell-level defense in advance?

"I can still kill you with one foot!" Darion Nightblade tapped his right foot, and the whole person disappeared into the sunlight again and rushed directly to the two seriously injured Orc Totem Shamans. He wanted to avenge Mogus! If he let these two Orcs go, they would be a hidden danger to the kingdom after they recovered from their injuries.

"Die!" The Garuda in the hand of Darion Nightblade flashed with cold light as he broke through the air. He grinned and admired the Orc Totem Shaman in front of him who was at a loss because of fear. The meaning of the seriously injured spellcaster being approached by the assassin was self-evident.

Darion Nightblade smelled the scent of fear, and the injured orc totem shaman was so frightened that he couldn't even cast an effective spell.

"So... you are afraid too!" Darian Nightblade smiled and wiped Garuda towards their necks.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a blade entering a body was heard, but the person who fell was not an orc...

"Crawler!" Uvasa's cold voice sounded in Darion Nightblade's ears.

Darion Nightblade felt a chill in his chest as Uvasa's magic sword pierced his heart and lifted him up.

"Failed..." Darion Nightblade murmured. He forgot the only variable, which was also the most fatal variable. ...

"How can you be an assassin like this?"

"Sorry, I can't teach you!"

"A light-type assassin? Hahaha! What a joke!"

Countless abuses and ridicules accompanied Darion Nightblade during his teenage years. No one was optimistic about a light-based assassin, even if he was truly extremely talented...

"Why...can't an assassin stand in the sun?" Darion Nightblade asked himself as he looked at the dagger in his hand that had been sharpened to an extremely sharp edge.

"Why... only gutter rats can qualify?"

"Little guy, you seem to have a lot of questions?"

"You are..." Young Darien Nightblade met the most important person in his life for the first time.

"I'm Mias! An excellent assault assassin of the Assassin's Guild!" Mias shook her hair and smiled. The wind blade Garuda on her waist flashed and illuminated Darian Nightblade's eyes, and also illuminated his life.

"Can you teach me?"

"Huh?" Mias seemed a little embarrassed.

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"Is it a hopeless situation, sister..." Darion Nightblade said with some despair as he looked at the huge army of orcs.

"There is one more sword..." Mias suddenly looked at Darien Nightblade tenderly.

"I will only teach you once... Use yourself as a blade, and you will be the best in the world!"

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"I'll leave Garuda to you..."

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"Go on..."

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"Let the world know that it's not just those who stand in the light who are heroes!"

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"Soaring high into the sky, the light shatters the nine mountains!"

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"Your mission is infinitely glorious!"

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"Kill those totem shamans! Winning this battle depends on you!"

Darion Nightblade suddenly opened his eyes, and the severe pain in his chest reminded him that this was a battlefield, and his chest had been pierced by Uvasa's sword.

"I still have one sword..." Darion Nightblade murmured with a dazed look as a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Long live the Empire!" Darion Nightblade's body suddenly lit up, and he immediately drew back his sword, Uvasa, as if he had been electrocuted. He grabbed two disabled Orc totem shamans and drilled into the space crack.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded from behind Uvasa. Uvasa felt his hand lighten and when he raised his hand, he saw only two broken arms left on his hand.

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