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

Chapter 972 The battlefield of minced meat!
"They are attacking!" The first to be breached were the militia. When they appeared on the city wall with battle flames all over their bodies and heavy battle axes in their hands, the fall of the city was inevitable!
"Puff!" The sharp heavy axe fell down fiercely. The militiaman wearing chain mail could not stop the powerful axe at all. The axe split his chest and he fell to the ground twitching.

"Drive them away! Quickly!" The blood-soaked Nature Guardian, as the only organized human professional in the Barony of Ismir, is now scattered among the militia. These loyal and brave professionals are now struggling to stop the offensive of the orcs!

Facing the huge crowds of orcs, these swordsmen without a system did not have much advantage at the moment. Lack of skills was their weakness. If they could survive and pass on their skills, perhaps a new career branch of swordsmen would be born countless years later. But now their skills were too mediocre...

The fragments of divinity that Ismir carried gave them the qualifications to become professionals, but did not teach them the corresponding skills, so the skills of these swordsmen were still mediocre blocking and stabbing, which were common melee skills that the Kingdom of Lagran could collect. The only difference was that each of them was given an aura of protection from the goddess of nature when they became professionals!

Now the goddess of nature can no longer protect these loyal warriors! The battle energy and injuries restored by the aura of protection are far from keeping up with the consumption of the war, and more and more nature guardians are drowned in the "tide" of the orcs! As the nature guardians fell one by one, the militia they led lost their fulcrum on the battlefield and were constantly squeezed back. Soon, the whole team collapsed. After the leader of the nature guardian died, the orc professionals who lost their restraints wielded heavy weapons and rushed through the crowd. Ordinary militias could not stop their slaughter at all...

"Roar! Bang!" As the iron rod as wide as a person fell, the natural guardian who was resisting desperately on the city wall suddenly turned into meat paste and was embedded into the city wall. The entire city wall trembled a few times.

"Roar!" The iron rod swept across, and within a space of more than ten meters, all the orcs and human militia were wiped out in an instant.

"Ah!" A giant ogre wearing heavy armor revealed his figure by stepping on a pile of corpses. As the giant ogre walked up the city wall, the balance on the battlefield gradually tilted.

"Roar!" Shoulders dropped! Crash! The giant ogre rammed the masonry wall crazily, and the entire wall became loose under the brute force. The defenders on the wall turned green!

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill them! Kill the ogres first!" an officer commanded.

The soldiers quickly turned the medium-sized city defense crossbows around and aimed at the climbing ogres and fired.

"Bang!" The bowstring shook, and a crossbow arrow like a gun shot straight towards the ogre.

"Ah!" The shrill screams even overwhelmed the sounds of fighting on the city walls. The ogre, who only had time to raise his hands to block his face, was pierced through the chest and abdomen by an arrow. The severe pain made it roar and fall on its back to the ground...

"Great! Bang!" the officer said excitedly. Before he finished speaking, a heavy iron rod swept over, leaving only a pool of blood and broken crossbow fragments on the spot.

"Kill! For the kingdom! For our families! For our lord!" The soldiers roared angrily. They were full of loyalty to the kingdom and their homes, and they rushed into the battlefield one after another.

"Swish!" Ymir became the pillar of support on the city wall! As a half-giant, he was no less powerful than any ogre, and his sharp heavy snake-shaped sword could even split an ogre in half!
"Kill!" Ymir turned the sword, and a blood mist covered the city wall. When the blood mist dissipated, the heads of several giant ogres also disappeared. The headless corpses fell to the ground and twitched weakly, and Ymir's eyes covered by the helmet were covered with a bloody light.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Ymir, who was rampaging on the battlefield like a giant, rudely pushed away any orcs who tried to stop him. He even jumped off the city wall and launched a counterattack against the orcs. Every time he swung his sword, a blood mist filled the air, achieving a physical dance! The kind where arms, legs and heads flew everywhere! "Ymir!" Ysmir's voice came, and Ymir, who was originally in a bloodthirsty state, calmed down instantly. He looked back and saw that the defenders on the entire city wall were shaky, and even the intact city wall had several gaps. Orcs continued to pour in, and the soldiers of the Wind Helmets fought back frantically to plug the gaps.

"We can't go on like this! The fall of the city is inevitable, the frontal consumption is too terrible! Retreat! Let's fight in the streets!" Ismir looked at Ymir breathlessly, his magic power was almost exhausted. He used the Druid Transfiguration and was the main output of the Windhelm Territory. Unfortunately, his magic shortcoming made him lose his brilliance.

"Gulp!" After swallowing a bottle of magic potion to restore his magic power, Ismir wiped his mouth and gave the order without waiting for Ymir to speak.

"Alternate cover! We retreat to the city!" Ismir's eyes were slightly red.

"Think positively, at least the people are safe!" Ismir patted Harrow beside him, looked at the ferrying galleon in the distance, and forced a smile with the muscles on his face. Fortunately, the orcs targeted Windhelm and did not chase after the civilians. Perhaps it was because the orcs from the west did not see the civilians fleeing in large bags when the east gate was opened for retreat, otherwise they might not have let the civilians go. In any case, they lost the opportunity to catch the civilians. Now there are only soldiers and lords in Windhelm!

"Fight! For the glory of Windhelm!" Ismir took a deep breath and suddenly spoke! The Roaring War Bear flag from the Ismir family was raised, which was a proof that the nobles of the kingdom would fight to the death! As expected, as the lord's flag was raised, more and more orcs rushed here, and the fighting troops in other areas gradually retreated towards the city...

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"Unfortunately, your soldiers didn't hold out for long..." Lidillias looked at Weiss from afar and let out a hoarse laugh.

"Huh..." Weiss glanced at the Windhelm Territory in the distance, and could only see countless black waves pouring into the city walls. The original resistance on the city walls almost disappeared, and only the noble flag of Ismir was still waving on the city, proving that the Windhelm Territory still had resistance.

"..." Weiss' heart couldn't help but sink a little. He never expected that these orcs would be so fearless and break through the defense of the fortress in such a short time! You know, Dos Anthony of the Rapid City hasn't even arrived at the battlefield yet!

For the first time, Weiss was looking forward to Anthony's arrival. Not only was he unable to bear the pressure of the Ringwraiths, but even the King of the Mountain was constantly approaching him under the pressure of Khamul, wanting to join him in defense...

"Senar's sword..." Lidilias suddenly caught a glimpse of the sword in Weiss's hand, exclaimed in surprise, and then fell into a brief silence.

"So... you are his successor! Hahaha!" The fire of Lidillias' soul flickered a few times, and a hoarse laugh came out of his skull-like mouth.

"Then I'll kill you... That traitor must be very sad!" Lidillias smiled bloodthirstily, and then a stream of fighting spirit flew towards Weiss, and the whole person rushed forward in an instant!

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