I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 34 Our Master Has Returned

In the sky above Takieddale, after the winged hybrids emptied their second round of quivers, they immediately drew the short blades from their waists, flapped their wings to lower their altitude, and attacked the Orcs on the ground.

At the same time, the scaled hybrids led by the lion hybrids also broke into the streets of Longdedale like a hot knife through butter, stepping on the corpses of orcs full of arrows.

A strong Orc appeared from the street riding a wolf, recklessly. He led a group of Orcs to set up obstacles on the street, intending to stop the hybrids here.

It roared threateningly at the lion hybrid in front, and the Orc behind it raised its bow, released the bowstring, and the arrow shot out instantly.

"Roar! For His Majesty Tanes! For the Golden Tree!"

The lion hybrid responded with an even more terrifying roar, and the scaly hybrids behind it also roared.

He swept his hybrid sword across, intercepting the incoming arrow. The collision of sword and arrow produced a harsh metallic symphony.

Not all the arrows were blocked, and a few still pierced his armor mercilessly and embedded themselves in his skin. However, the pain was like a spark that ignited his savagery, and his eyes burned with fire, and his roar was mixed with the roar of a lion.

The scaly hybrids behind him did not completely imitate the lion hybrids and use the broad-bladed battle axes or machetes in their hands to block the incoming arrows, but instead dispersed flexibly to the left and right.

Arrows rained down, but the scaly hybrids were agile as the wind, weaving through the narrow streets like dragons. They climbed up the mottled, dilapidated roofs on both sides, the beams creaking slightly under their feet.

In the sky, the beating of wings was as dense as the beat of drums. Just as the mighty Orc was about to speak, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air. He looked up and saw the winged hybrids swooping down like birds of prey, their short blades flashing in the sunlight.

Before the Orcs could react, the Winged Hybrid appeared among them like a ghost. The Orcs tried to deflect the arrows, but found the Hybrid's agility far greater than they had expected, and their own movements were clumsy and weak.

For a moment, screams, the sound of metal clashing, and the dull sound of blades entering flesh intertwined into a chaotic symphony.

An Orc was stepped heavily on the face by the winged hybrid. His rough face was instantly distorted, and the emotions of pain and anger were frozen in an instant.

Then, it felt a sharp pain, followed by an icy chill running down its throat. Blood gushed out from the cut of the short blade like a beast escaping its restraints, staining its vision black and red. The surrounding scene began to spin, and finally, darkness swallowed its consciousness.

"You damn birdmen, where are you Orcs from? Why are you attacking us!" The strong Orc rode on a wolf to avoid the air raid of the winged hybrids. He waved the machete in his hand to resist the pursuit of the winged hybrids and asked with an angry roar.

Because it found from close observation that the birdmen who attacked it did not look like humans, the strong Orcs who did not know their origins mistook them for variants of Orcs from other regions.

"boom!"

Behind the mighty Oak, a loud bang shattered the silence, the announcement that the makeshift barrier had been overturned by the lion hybrid's brute strength.

The wolf growled, its bloody mouth full of fangs showing displeasure, and turned around to pounce on the invader.

The Orc on its back only caught a glimpse of a sword shadow, and pain came in an instant, followed by darkness.

The headless body of the mighty Orc slid powerlessly off the back of the warg, and its heavy body fell onto the messy street, blending into the dust.

The wolf opened its bloody mouth and bit the lion hybrid before it could retract its weapon. Before its teeth touched the lion hybrid's fur, the fiery red furry hand had already tightly grasped its throat and lifted it up.

He was so strong that no matter how hard the wolf struggled, it could not break free from the huge, pincer-like hands.

"We are not Orcs, we are the bravest half-breed legion of His Majesty Tanis."

The lion hybrid's greatsword ruthlessly pierced the wolf's abdomen. The strength in his hand increased, and the wolf's body was thrown aside like a rag, falling heavily on the headless body of the strong orc.

Not far away, the roars of the Hybrids and Orcs seemed to tear the very ground of Tinderdale apart. Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing rang out, accompanied by the screams of Orcs and the war cries of the Hybrids.

One of the scaled hybrids held a huge axe and with one blow of the axe, the wooden shields in the hands of the three orcs standing side by side shattered instantly. Their arms were all broken and they all showed expressions of horror.

The Orcs soon discovered that there was no way to engage in close combat with the Flake-Scale Hybrids. The weapons in their hands could not reach the Flake-Scale Hybrids at all. This was not just because the Flake-Scale Hybrids were very agile, but simply because they could not reach them due to the lack of attack range.

Because before the poor machete in the Oak's hand could touch the Scaled Hybrid, the latter used a two-handed battle axe as tall as himself to chop the Oak and his weapon into two pieces.

An orc struggled to his feet, dazed and disoriented after being struck down with the handle of an axe by a scaly hybrid.

The pain in its body filled its brain with rage, and it took the broken weapon in its hand and roared as it slashed at the closest scale hybrid.

The scaly hybrid was prepared. With a single sweep of its thick tail, like a net catching a meteor, it knocked the Orc off balance and sideways. Then, the axe blade pierced the Orc's chest, embedding itself deeply in its flesh. The Orc's roar ceased abruptly, replaced by another short scream from the battlefield.

With the dual advantages of size and strength, the scaled hybrids destroyed the Orcs' battle line with a casualty ratio of about 1:15.

The few flake-scale hybrids that died in the battle were also killed unexpectedly by arrows shot by Oak from behind.

Of course, this is also because the terrain where the two sides fought was a town in Longdedale with many houses serving as shelters, which is why there was such a huge difference in the casualty ratio.

If it were an endless plain, the lion hybrid would never charge with the scale hybrids like this.

Just because he likes to act recklessly doesn't mean he likes to die.

"Winged hybrid, go kill all those archers!"

The lion hybrid noticed the Oaks who were shooting arrows in the house and gave orders.

The winged hybrids took flight, their feathers tracing graceful arcs through the air, stirring the breeze.

Their eyes accurately captured the Orcs hiding in the shadows of the houses on the ground. These evil Orcs hid insidiously behind the simple cover of the windows, aiming their bows and arrows at the winged hybrids who had just taken off.

The winged hybrid's wings adjusted their posture lightly and quickly, like a dancer leaping in the air, dodging one cold arrow after another.

Soon they came to the houses of the Orcs, who had used up their quivers in the struggle to stop the winged hybrids, and were frantically restocking their quivers from the houses.

The winged hybrids seized this brief opening and rushed towards the house. The panicked cries of the Orcs and the screams of the winged hybrids blended into a chaotic melody. Meanwhile, without the support of their archers, the scaly hybrids gradually lost their ability to hold their line. Their once firm stance began to falter, like a sand castle washed away by the tide, peeling away and crumbling inch by inch.

Terror spread like a plague among the Orcs, from eye to eye, until the whole host was in disorder.

The addition of the lion hybrids was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Orcs, destroying their desperately held defenses like a violent storm.

At last the rout began, and one of the Orcs suddenly cut down his fellow orc who was blocking his way, and fled, breaking the last line of defense of his companions. Then the other Orcs followed suit, stepping on their fellow orcs' heels and running back desperately.

Even if an Orc of the squad leader level directly killed another Orc that was fleeing, it would not change the overall situation on the battlefield.

War was like a great tide, and the Orcs were the waves broken upon the shore.

In the heart of Longdale, the horn that commanded the troops was ruthlessly destroyed by the winged hybrids, and the orc who had blown it was now a cold corpse. Its body was impaled on a nearby stake by an arrow, its black blood gradually coagulating and soaking the surrounding ground, its head drooping limply.

There was a glimmer of fear in Captain Oak's eyes, and he was struggling in confusion and panic.

The scaled hybrids came like waves, while the winged hybrids circled in the air, their scales or feathers reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

Its wolf mount had died outside, and it itself was trapped inside the house.

Captain Oak's sight was instantly stolen by a fiery red figure, from which a lion hybrid stepped.

Suddenly, Captain Oak felt a heavy force on his shoulder. He instinctively tried to dodge, but the force came too fast and too hard. He only had time to turn slightly before he felt a huge force pressing him to the ground.

It was the lion hybrid who mercilessly pressed the blade of the hybrid greatsword against Captain Oak's shoulder armor.

"Where on earth are you from, Oak? Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the master?" Captain Oak cursed angrily after seeing the slightly ugly appearance of the hybrids around him.

The lion hybrid frowned. This was the second time he had heard his enemy call himself an Orc.

This made him feel a little angry. How dare you lump the hybrids together with you weak Orcs?

At this time, Tanes, still wearing the White Wolf Warrior suit, walked in. The surrounding scaly hybrids and winged hybrids all bowed their heads to him to express their respect.

"You did a good job. First, send some people to investigate the enslaved humans, and the rest to check if there are any remaining Orcs hiding in Longdedale. Be careful, these Orcs are very cunning, don't let your guard down just because they escape." Tanes first nodded in praise, then gave orders.

The hybrids around him left one after another, leaving only the lion hybrid who was holding Captain Oak down with his hybrid sword.

"Your Majesty Tanes, he is the Orc Commander of Longdedale," the lion hybrid whispered.

Tanes looked at the wounds on the other person's body. Several broken arrows had penetrated his arms and back, and there were two shallow scars on his chest.

He took out his Red Dewdrop Chalice Bottle and a Poison Moss Medicine and stuffed them into the lion hybrid's other hand. "Heal the wound first. I remember some Orcs like to coat their arrows with poison. Don't fall for such a ridiculous reason."

Then Tanes took the hybrid sword from the lion hybrid, looked at the Oak captain, tapped him lightly on the face with the sword and asked: "Why are you Oaks here?"

Captain Oak laughed ho-ho-ho and didn't answer Tanes. Instead, he cursed at the lion hybrid: "Human? You actually pledge allegiance to a human? You and your tribe have betrayed our master, and he will punish you!"

The lion hybrid was originally happy because Tanes cared about him and gave him his Red Dew Drop Holy Grail Bottle for treatment.

Captain Oak's words made his expression darken. The lion hybrid walked over and kicked Captain Oak in the stomach without any hesitation: "You've made a mistake, you blind fellow."

Tanes used the blade of his hybrid sword to lightly cut the opponent's neck. "Answer my question, Oak. Why are you here? Who ordered the repair of Longdedale?"

The Orc captain smiled inexplicably and said, "Our master has returned. Darkness will once again cover Middle-earth, and he will bring fear and despair to all of you."

Tanes grasped the key information in the other party's words and asked, "What is your master's name? Who is 'he'?"

Captain Oak's expression became strange, and then he rushed towards the sword and cut his own neck.

The lion hybrid quickly leaned over to examine it, then shook his head: "It's dead, Your Majesty Tanes."

"I know."

Tanes exhaled and nodded, then returned the hybrid greatsword to the lion hybrid and took back his own red dew drop holy grail bottle.

The words of the captain of the Oaks reminded him of what Gandalf said to him when he met him.

Darkness lurks beneath the light. In caves, jungles, and mountains beyond our reach, evil forces are growing.

Tanis felt that it was time to find Gandalf again and talk to him about what was happening here.

But where is Gandalf now?
Elrond said that after leaving Rivendell, Gandalf continued to walk east of the Misty Mountains, a little too far away from Minthriath.

And the other party's whereabouts are unknown.

It would be great if there was a way to contact the other person quickly. I would be sure to ask them the next time I meet them, or think of a way to contact them in a timely manner.

Just then, Tanes heard some commotion outside.

He exchanged glances with the lion hybrid, who walked out first and then came back in to Tanes and said, "Your Majesty Tanes, these are the enslaved humans. Some of them wish to see you."

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(End of this chapter)