The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

The flag of Lagrang is flying, and there is no way to retreat in front of the lonely city. The sound of hooves was crisp, and the shadow of the enemy in the jungle was faint. You and I will guard the country.

Weakness is the original sin, and no worries can be fearless! Weary and ragged, we walked side by side across mountains and waters. Rapid City, let's defend it. It's you who put up your spear, and the lonely mountain bleeds and weeps. Who is standing by the swift river bank? The knights were surrounded by roundabouts, and the lone army was deeply trapped and could not retreat. Is there anything more fearless in the world?

Purple shirt bow and long arrow fly! Three-footed Dragon Spear! Hundreds of enemies are destroyed! Rapid Charge can't go back! There is no one to return to the war! May who remember who, Lagrang sunset...

The Dragon Slaying Sword flew up and down, and Xia Er's horse stepped forward and retreated. Life and death go hand in hand, and there is no regret in the battle of adversity. Bury nobility deep into humility. The shield wall was indestructible, and the spear formation poured like water. How can Lagrang's glory fade away? I can't go back when you are sad, and I don't dare to be tired when you are tired. For what, keep you three thousand years old?

The wind and snow are faintly shadowing the enemy, and the cold light of the blade stings your eyebrows! Who knows the sadness of fate, if this war can not return. It turns into ashes in the rapid flow, and it goes to perfection...