Battle of Five Armies (3)

"Today… perhaps none of us will survive, but history will remember you and me! We held onto our honor and faith!" Roland gazed at every citizen of Lagrange.

"Perhaps! The banner of Lagrange will eventually fall! Perhaps! The empire will never be able to revive! Perhaps! People will forget your names and mine! But today, I want you to charge with me! Charge with me into hell! Into death! Into the end of the world!" Roland roared.

"For the glory of the empire! Kill!" Roland raised the Dragon-slaying Sword high, and everyone immediately became excited.

"Sound the war horn! Tell those scum below… the Emperor of Lagrange has arrived!" Roland gently turned his head to look at Caslo.

"Here!" Caslo respectfully lowered his head and took out a War Dragon Horn from his embrace. This was a wondrous item Roland obtained from the sign-in system, capable of greatly boosting the morale of his subordinates. Roland casually tossed it to Caslo after obtaining it.

"Mmm~" Unlike the crisp sound of elven horns, the Dwarven horns were high-pitched. A deeply penetrating low note pierced the entire battlefield, causing even Azog on Ravenhill to narrow his eyes.

"Kukuku!" The muffled sound of footsteps, accompanied by the low horn, echoed across the entire battlefield.

In the east, illuminated by the sun, a dazzling light flashed. Figures appeared on the hills under the sunlight, with a large red flag bearing a golden dragon fluttering in the wind…

"Hmm? Who are they?" Azog asked in confusion.

"Is this… Lord Roland of Lagrange?" Bard, who had been desperately holding his position on a watchtower, immediately spotted the highly recognizable flag in the distance.

"Oh! It's Mr. Roland!" Bilbo also recognized the dragon flag.

"There is still hope for this battle. The mysterious lord has finally brought his army…" Gandalf said with a smile, clearly having foreseen certain events and now confirming them.

"Roland! They are still alive!" The Dwarves on Erebor waved excitedly towards the east.

"Who are they?" Thranduil looked at the unfamiliar flag.

"Aha! Children! Reinforcements have arrived!" Dain Ironfoot shouted as he looked at the moving steel forest.

"Here we are…" Reno suddenly began to sing softly.

Roland, riding his warhorse, was stunned. He then remembered that back then, the official game of The Lord of the Rings had purchased the copyright to "Star Sky" as Lagrange's battle song to pay tribute to the entire Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series. Since then, this song had accompanied the soldiers of Lagrange in their battles on the battlefield…

"Riding the sky, Painting the night with sun…" At this moment, the Knights beside him also began to sing softly.

The warhorses beneath them slowly paced to the rhythm of the song, their hoofbeats gradually becoming lighter. Finally, led by Roland and Reno, 100 Lagrange Knights galloped forward, enveloped by a sacred aura. The two Paladins, hand in hand, released a divine aura that enveloped the entire Knight Order. At the same time, they waved their hands, bestowing Divine Inspiration upon the Swift River Infantry and Bannaria Archers.

Gradually… as the Knight Order moved further and further away, the Bannaria Archers riding warhorses behind them were revealed. The archers, mounted on fully armored Shire horses and wielding shining Mithril bows, stared intently behind the Knight Order. Amidst the battle song, the Bannaria Archers galloped to the flanks, finally revealing the Swift River Infantry arranged in their swift river formation. They were arranged in rows of thirty and columns of ten. Accompanied by the archers, they held their shields and thrust their Anti-cavalry Pikes as they charged down the mountain.

Under the fearful gazes of countless eyes, a dragon's roar echoed through the sky, even overpowering the impassioned battle song on the battlefield… Wyvern Knight Caslo has arrived!

"A dragon! No! It's a four-legged wyvern!" Thranduil exclaimed in surprise, looking at the wyvern with a dragon saddle on its back.

"Roar!" A sharp Storm Blade was spat out by the Wind Dragon. Upon landing, this twisted wind element exploded, leaving a bloody path tens of meters long on the ground.

"Kill!" Amidst a rain of arrows, Roland's Knight Order charged like a wall, fiercely striking the flank of the Orcs. The hastily organized defense line was destroyed like a broken twig by the Knights' lances. The 102 lances carried at least over two hundred Orc corpses.

Iron hooves trampled wantonly. The Orcs wailed under the sharpness of the Knight Order, falling as souls. Blood, viscera, and meat scraps… covered the Knights' helmets. Roland looked through his helmet, as if the entire world had turned red, but the Knight Order continued to charge forward madly, driven by the horses' momentum… Some Knights even had nearly 10 Orc corpses still twitching on their lances. The Knights unceremoniously discarded their heavy lances, drew their longswords from their waists, and held them in front of them. The Knight Order continued to charge…

"Boom!" With an explosion, Caslo, holding a Dragon Spear, swooped down from the sky. Battle Qi compressed into sharpness at the tip of his spear, which he directed at a group of Orcs holding shields on the ground. The terrifying power of the wind-attribute Dragon Battle Qi directly blew open their "turtle shells." Unrestrained wind elements ravaged the Orcs' bodies, shredding their flesh and bones, tearing through their armor and shields…

"No!" Azog, witnessing all this from Ravenhill, roared in anger. The Dwarves, who had been forced into a desperate situation, regrouped with the help of this sudden army and stabilized their positions once more.

In the sky, Caslo continued to swoop down, sending wind blades and Dragon Spears, filled with the blessings of the Lagrange people, to the Orcs below.

Obscure Draconic Magic was spoken, and the surrounding free wind elements converged towards the dragon beneath Caslo…

"Quick, dodge! Draconic Magic!" Thranduil, who was below Caslo, shouted at everyone, seeing this familiar scene.

Hearing Thranduil's warning, the humans and Elves rushed into the houses. The next moment, a massive tornado was fanned out by the four-legged Wind Dragon's wings. This strange green tornado was the most powerful among the simple Draconic Magic spells mastered by the Dragon – the Storm Dragon Tornado! Under the dragon's mental guidance, the tornado swept horizontally along the city walls of River Valley City. Countless Orcs were swept into the tornado. This tornado was essentially formed by countless high-speed rotating wind blades and free wind elements. The Orcs caught within were torn to pieces. When the tornado dissipated, the originally green tornado had turned blood red… Countless pieces of flesh fell from the sky with the tornado.

At this moment, Roland, with the Knight Order, had broken through the Orc army attacking the Dwarves. The entire Orc army was pierced from left to right. At least a thousand Orcs died under their iron hooves, with the entire Knight Order expending less than a quarter of their Battle Qi.

"Turn around! Charge again!" Roland shouted as the Orcs surged forward like a tide.

"Burn the page for me, I cannot erase the time of sleep, I cannot be loved so set me free, I cannot deliver you your love…" Accompanied by the impassioned battle song, the Swift River Infantry fiercely collided with the Orc army. Screams of Orcs filled the air everywhere. As the Swift River Infantry thrust their Anti-cavalry Pikes forward, they would withdraw them accompanied by a spray of foul black blood. They sang battle songs passionately, stepping over dying Orcs on the ground and advancing. They were like a swift river! They were fearless! They were invincible!

The Bannaria Archers, protecting the fragile Temple Priest Ivy, trailed behind the Swift River Infantry. Their only task was to clear out the Orcs that swarmed towards their flanks. With their precise archery and extremely fast rate of fire, they managed to suppress the Orcs on both sides.

The Holy Radiance Knight Order, which had charged back again, met the Swift River Infantry, who were pouring down like a swift river. After hacking down several Orcs with his sword, Roland issued an order to the Swift River Infantry.

"Quickly reach River Valley City!" Roland said coldly.

"Here!" The Swift River Infantry, through the gap created by the Knight Order, rushed towards River Valley City before the Orcs could surround them.

Roland did this after careful consideration. With the mobility and flanking maneuvers of the Knight Order, the hit-and-run tactics of the Bannaria Archers, and the Wyvern Knights controlling the air, the situation on the Dwarves' side could be stabilized quickly. After all, the Dwarves lacked output units, not melee tank units. However, the human and Elven allied forces in River Valley City were different. Roland saw the corpses of many Elven Rangers. Once Elven archers were engaged in close combat by the tough Orcs, it would be a disaster… The Swift River Infantry could effectively compensate for the Elves' lack of melee units.

"Boom boom boom~" A thundering sound came from the direction of Ravenhill.

"Sir! Orc reinforcements have arrived! At least 20,000!" Caslo, who could fly high and see far, quickly flew past Roland and left this message before pulling on his dragon reins and flying towards Ravenhill.

"Roar!" With an angry dragon roar, Caslo, riding his wyvern, engaged in a fierce battle with Gundabad's War Bats.

"Brothers! Form ranks! Stop them!" Seeing the Orcs pouring down like a flood, the Swift River Infantry changed their direction of advance. They were going to block the Orc army from converging with their mortal bodies…

"Bang!" A huge stone wall was smashed open by a golden bell. The King Under the Mountain finally broke free from the dragon's curse.

"Kill!" Thorin Oakenshield charged out at the forefront, followed closely by the other Dwarves.

"Hey! Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Where have you been?" Dain Ironfoot quickly greeted him and hugged Thorin happily.

Second update, brothers, please cast your recommendation votes. An army is about to bid farewell, so you can look forward to it.