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

Chapter 84 The Fallen King

The Dragon Slayer Sword, carrying a terrifying sword light, slashed towards Azog. Caught off guard, Azog was immediately terrified. In a panic, he could only frantically raise his left arm, which was inlaid with an iron blade, to block the sword light that was falling from the sky.

However, can Azog, who hastily tries to block, use the steel blade on his left arm to block Roland's Dragon Slayer Sword, which is full of battle spirit?
Of course not! The battle aura concentrated on the arm blade effortlessly tore through Roland's sword light. After all, the total amount and level of battle aura of a sixth-tier overlord far surpassed that of a third-tier great knight. However, the sharp Dragon Slayer Sword itself was simply not something that Azog's fine steel arm blade could withstand. The epic weapon, with its indestructible momentum, smoothly severed Azog's arm blade...

The broken blade, gleaming coldly in the snow, spun and flew away, and for a moment the battlefield seemed to fall silent as everyone watched the lone figure charging towards Azog! This sword would change the future of Middle-earth…

"No!" Polger roared at the top of his lungs as he watched Azog's broken blade fly through the air.

"Roar! Get out of my way, you bastard!" Despite the stinging pain in his body, Azog swung his warhammer to deflect the Dragon Slayer Sword, instantly interrupting Roland's sword attack.

"Thump!" Roland spurred his horse and leaped away, dodging the warhammer aimed at the horse's leg.

"Tsk! What a damn lucky dog's life!" Roland spat, disgusted. Just at the critical moment, Azog leaned back while his arm blade blocked the Dragon Slayer Sword. The Dragon Slayer Sword could only cut through his white armor and penetrate an inch into his flesh. This superficial wound did not affect Azog's strength at all. Strands of black blood seeped out from the gaps in his armor, making Azog look even more ferocious.

"Alas! A golden opportunity has been missed!" The mage Radil's magical eye had been watching Roland and the others' battlefield. No one knew that while he was slaughtering and clearing away the orc minions, his left hand, hidden in his robe, was clutching an earth-type single-target war defense spell—Earth's Blessing. This was something he had prepared specifically for Roland.

"Is the gap still too big after all?" Renault said, using his lance to drive away the approaching orc guards while glancing at the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.

"Roar!" A clear dragon roar rang out, and Caslo, who had been hiding in the clouds, finally emerged. His target was very clear: Azog, who had just shown signs of fatigue.

Kaldor folded his wings, curled up his limbs, and straightened his tail. All the dragon power in his body gathered in his head and neck, and the blue dragon power surged. Wisps of blue whirlwind that could be seen with the naked eye swirled around them. Caslo lay on the dragon saddle, and the 10-meter-long adamantite dragon spear in his hand stretched out along the dragon's back. Blue battle aura flames rippled out, and the dragon power and battle aura quickly mixed together. A mysterious feeling appeared in the hearts of Caslo and Kaldor.

"Is this one of the Dragon Knight's secret techniques, the Oneness of Man and Dragon?" Caslo was astonished at the state he had entered for the first time; the powerful energy captivated him, leaving him utterly absorbed. (Secret techniques are not the same as skills, but they far surpass them. Secret techniques typically provide a temporary boost to the user's strength, the extent of which depends on the user's level.)
With the same thoughts, the human and the dragon couldn't help but spin in the air. The wind elements active in the high sky rushed towards them like moths to a flame, and they swooped down with a piercing sonic boom as they spun at high speed.

"Gale Starfall!" Caslo roared, and a terrifying torrent of wind elemental energy descended from the sky! Caslo met Azog head-on with an aura no less powerful than a forbidden spell.

"Overlord's Armor! Overlord's Soul! Overlord's Protection! Wild Frenzy! Creation of Heaven and Earth!" Reacting quickly, Azog immediately activated all of the Overlord's skills, stacking them up, and then unleashed the Overlord's strongest attack skill, Creation of Heaven and Earth, to bravely face Caslo.

"Tear~" The surging wind produced a tearing sound like lightning.

"Whoosh~" The moment the gun and hammer clashed, a blinding torrent of elemental energy erupted, directly blasting away everything around them. Even Roland, who had just retreated not far away, was struck by this torrent of elemental energy and coughed up blood.

"Perverts!" Roland knew he had suffered internal injuries without even looking. The aftershocks from those two perverts had almost killed him instantly. Roland's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"What was the result?" This question popped into everyone's mind as they looked at the smoke-filled, elementally chaotic center of the battlefield.

"Cough cough cough!" Caslo's cough came first. "Roar!" The weak voice of the four-legged dragon Kaldor also echoed across the battlefield.

As the dust and smoke slowly dissipated, everyone saw the victor of this head-on confrontation—Caslo! Azog lay on his back on the ground, looking utterly miserable. His imposing armor had long been torn to shreds by the wind blades, hanging in pieces from his body. Countless bloody gashes gushed black blood like faucets. Azog shakily reached out his right hand, trying to grab the warhammer not far from him... but unfortunately, only the handle remained of the warhammer; the hammerhead had broken off inch by inch when it met the dragon spear head-on.

"You lost! Invader!" Caslo leaned on his twisted and deformed adamantite dragon spear with his intact left arm, his right arm contorted into an S-shape. Beads of sweat rolled down Caslo's forehead. Behind Azog's miserable state was the equally heavy price Caslo had paid. Even the thick-skinned dragon could only lie on the ground howling in pain. The difference in their levels was enormous. Caslo's challenge against a higher level came at the cost of Karl's heavy injuries. In that collision, the dragon had absorbed 80% of the damage for Caslo, which was why Caslo could still stand in front of Azog.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment...

"Kill!" White Wing led his troops out of Los Sannir. This army of less than five hundred men was so small yet so enormous on the battlefield at this moment. The last straw that broke the orcs' back was added by White Wing, the King of Akvia.

"Kill! Slaughter the orc scum!" The arrival of fresh troops instantly ignited the remaining courage of the allied forces, and the exhausted elven archers drew their bows again... The rout was the best description of the orcs at this moment. Countless orcs fled in all directions like wolves and boars. Azog's defeat extinguished the orcs' last hope. The orcs of Dogol... were finished!
"Father! Kill!" Polge's eyes turned red as it saw its severely wounded father. It roared, trying to break through the Swift Infantry in front of it to rescue its father, but the tenacious Swift Infantry not only failed to break through, but also pushed its army back a hundred meters.

"Roar!" A weary dragon roar resounded as the Star Dragon appeared on the battlefield. The pale-faced Peter Gro resolutely rode the dragon toward the still-organized Borge. Although the forbidden spell had depleted his battle energy, he still had the strength to fight while riding the dragon.

"Agh!" A writhing cry of agony escaped Polger's bodyguards as they dragged him away from the battlefield. The entire Gombad orc army turned and fled without warning, for they could no longer stop the Star Dragon's slaughter... Polger could only watch as a young knight walked toward his gravely wounded father...

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"Heh! A pale orc? Is that all?" Roland said sarcastically, looking at Azog lying in a pool of blood.

“You will come down and join me! My son will tear you all to pieces…” Azog revealed a chilling smile, still arrogantly provoking Roland.

"Whoosh!" A flash of sword light, and Azog's head flew up with a look of astonishment on his face, black blood shooting into the sky and spraying several meters high.

The pale orc, Azog, the king of the orcs of Togol, has fallen!
"You can't stop me this time. Oh! By the way! Your son, Polge, will be joining you soon. Go in peace!" Roland said coldly. Even facing death, he still dared to be arrogant. Did he really think the Dragon Slayer Sword was a watermelon knife?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for personally killing Azog. Reward: 100 Battanian archers!"

"Ding-dong! Hidden quest: Kill Azog completed! Reward: 100 Lagrange Heavy Cavalry."

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the kill reward: Eliminating more than 25% of the orc army! Reward: Recruitment of a fine steel longsword!" (From now on, you will receive a fine steel longsword as a gift from the system every time you recruit or summon any type of unit.)
"Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the kill reward: Eliminating more than 50% of the orc army! Reward: Human Holy Shield - Eliar (Artifact)!"

"It's here!" Roland's mind was now filled with only two words.

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