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

Chapter 971 Interception
"Be careful!" Although Ishmir was angry, he knew that the life of a dragon knight was much more valuable. Even if all of them died, they would not be as valuable as a dragon knight! As an existence that could suppress the fate of a small country, the deterrent power and value of a dragon knight were higher than that of an ordinary sixth-level one. If he really lost a dragon knight for himself, he would probably die in this life...

"I will! I'll leave the city to you!" Weiss nodded.

"Go Willy!" Weiss drew out the Holy Sword Senar, and the crystal white dragon armor quickly covered Willy's whole body. After shaking the dragon armor to make it fit him better, Willy suddenly let out a long roar and carried Weiss into the sky.

"King of the Mountain... I need your help!" Weiss called out to the sixth-level Heroic Spirit, and the Holy Sword Senar moved in a rhythm like breathing in response to Weiss's call.

"As you wish!" The King of the Mountain's respectful voice sounded in Weiss's ears.

“Just move forward, sir. Leave the rest to me!” The dark green heroic spirit has a crown on its head. The ribs behind it can be seen through the broken breastplate, and a dark green heart is beating!

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"Boom!" The dark clouds of war were parted, and a thunderous sound came from it. Two dark streams of light collided repeatedly in the sky. There was no magic or fighting skills! There was only the most primitive melee fighting!

"Boom!" The two long swords crossed each other, and Weiss's palm shook, almost breaking and unable to hold the Holy Sword Senar. Weiss quickly pressed his hands on Weng Ming who controlled the sword body. Just one fight made him understand the gap between himself and the sixth-level. Without the blessing of the dragon, the aftermath alone would be enough to wipe him out!

"Willy, cover the area below with a forbidden spell!" Weiss ordered, but Willy twisted his body and turned around, which was a rare case of him not obeying Weiss's order.

"We can't help them! You should understand that!" Weiss continued to confront Lidillias.

Vess fell silent after listening to Willy's words. The preparation time for the range-type forbidden spell was enough for the Ringwraith to behead Vess. If Vess died, Willy would not survive because of the broken contract! Willy had to consider himself instead of Vess. After all, Willy's dragon language magic was not yet at the level of instantaneous forbidden spells. The need to maintain a stable state during the casting period was a huge loophole and flaw for Vess! If it was the Dragon Rider, he could use his own ability to reversely protect the dragon and cast the spell smoothly, but obviously, the third-level Dragon Rider still needed the dragon to worry about it...

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"Where did this wandering ghost come from?" Khamul looked at the king of the mountain in front of him with great interest. This old and dilapidated undead was indeed not very attractive, unless you ignored his sixth-level aura.

“No matter where you are, it’s enough to keep you here!” The King of the Mountain drew out a rusty sword of soul, and a trace of contempt flashed in his white pupils. As the former king of a tribe, he also has his own glory and pride!
"You can't beat me! Who gave you the courage? That immature reptile in the sky?" Before Khamul finished his words, he urged the nightmare under his crotch to launch a charge, and raised the eight-sided chain hammer in his hand that exuded a strong evil aura. Amid the sound of chains clashing, the power of the war clouds was bestowed on him, and the scarlet soul fire flickered seductively.

"The King is unstoppable!" The King of the Mountain laughed hoarsely and pulled his hand suddenly at his crotch. A ghost horse with rotten flesh and skin falling off rushed up from under him. The King of the Mountain, sitting on the saddle, grinned and raised his sword high above his head.

"Bang!" The moment the two people crossed each other, the space suddenly shrank and then twisted and collapsed into a ball. A space crack appeared and began to suck in the surrounding soil and grass!
"..." The King of the Mountain looked at Khamul in silence. Although there was nothing unusual about his appearance, if one looked carefully, one could find that the long sword in his hand had a few fine cracks! As a manifestation of his soul power, this soul sword was injured! "How did the undead get mixed up with this kingdom? Interesting! You shouldn't be here. This is not the world of the dead!" Khamul's soul fire jumped in his eye sockets, and he spoke with a hint of joking.

"Ridiculous!" The blade of the King of the Mountain ignited with green light and rushed towards Khamul again. A Ringwraith actually told a Heroic Spirit that this was not the world of the dead? Is there anything more ridiculous than this? I don't know what I thought the Heroic Spirit representing protection was the villain...

"Swish!" The several-meter-long sword light suddenly flashed, and the unprepared Khamul was hit in the chest. Green flames of soul fire burned on his chest armor.

"Haha!" There was finally some seriousness in Khamul's eyes. He reached out and brushed away the green flames burning on his chest, and put away his contempt for the strange undead in front of him.

"Then you... have to hold me back well! Otherwise... he will die - very soon!" Khamul looked at Weiss who was still fighting with Lidilias in the sky and smiled happily.

"Kill!" The King of the Mountain was silent for a few seconds and then rushed towards Khamul again.

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"Shoot!" Ymir commanded the infantry to shoot. He was tall and could see far, and his hill-like body was particularly conspicuous on the city wall.

"Ding ding dang dang!" After a series of crackling sounds, the flying arrows were bounced off by the armor in the blood mist!

"My Lord, they are attacking us!" Haro's eyes were filled with anxiety. These fearless orcs had actually made a bloody path with their lives. Thousands of orcs fell on the road. The only four medium-sized crossbows on the top of the city were also mobilized. Each crossbow was a bloody path, but it still couldn't stop the orcs' offensive! The orcs had already put the siege ladder on the top of the city.

"Kill!" As the orcs just showed their heads, the defenders stabbed at them with their spears. With screams, several orcs fell down instantly and were then submerged in the vast sea of ​​people.

"There are too many orcs! They are spreading out to both sides!" a soldier said anxiously.

"The moat is too shallow! We can't stop them at all!" Some soldiers looked at the charging orcs below with some fear. After all, these orcs actually piled up their corpses to form several "bridges" across the moat.

"Kill! The defenders of Windhelm! Fight to the death!" Ysmir roared. He had decided to live and die with the city!
"Hehehe!" With the rapid grunting of the pigs, several goblin knights raised their lances and charged on the city wall. Relying on the flexible maneuverability of the pigs, the goblin knights quickly cleared out a group of orcs who tried to climb to the top of the city.

"Hurry up and support other areas!" Ismir commanded. The hundreds of goblin knights under his command were his only mobile force, and now they were running around the city like fire captains!