Victory in the Battle of the Withered Wasteland

"Things aren't looking good for Apophis Breo. We need to be more cautious. Maybe we'll have to send him some troops..." Roland stroked Nyx's head and explained it to her indulgently.

"Is it that bad?" Nyx asked, blinking her large eyes.

"It's not terrible, but it's definitely not particularly good..." Roland shook his head. If you called it terrible, both sides were just a bunch of weaklings pecking at each other. Compared to the eastern battlefield, it was practically a contest to see who sucked less. A few Knights could stabilize the line, and two or three Third Tier Knights could turn the battle around... But if you said it wasn't terrible, Apophis Breo's people had nearly beaten each other's brains out, and his soldiers were even scarcer than Roland's. Those who knew better knew he was a duke; those who didn't might think he was some fallen baron. His troop strength was inferior even to that of a proper Border Baron.

"I hope the Junlin Family can establish themselves safely. After all, they are your most loyal shield!" Nyx furrowed her brows, looking utterly adorable.

"Don't worry. With Sky Knights supporting him, if he still can't win, he might as well give up that fief!" Roland said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Looks like the enemies before us are Amoras of the Fourth Ring of Darkness and Horlamus of the Sixth Ring of Decay!" Thranduil said as he gazed at the vast Undead Army before them.

"Most likely. Every other Nazgûl except the Witch-king of Angmar has appeared. The ones across from us can only be those two!" Bard flicked his longsword, tracing a flourish through the air.

"The situation is unfavorable for us. The dwarves' forge fire can only be used once. Now that they're on