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"Form ranks! Descendants of Durin! The devils are coming!" Balin gripped the Axe of Durin, his expression incomparably grave.

"Elves of Rivendell! Drive back the darkness!" Lindir said deeply as he watched the Orc heavy infantry slowly advance.

"For Lagrange! For our homeland! Men of the Junlin Family, rise!" Apophis Breo's roar ignited the fighting spirit of the Lagrangeans!

Everyone rose at the calls of their commanders. They knew tonight would decide the fate of their territory. If they held, all would be well. If they failed, they would lose everything...

Yet Balin and Lindir were not particularly worried about Apophis Breo. Both had spotted the ring of forbidden spell scrolls at his waist, among which they could sense the aura of Grand Forbidden Spells.

"Duke... stay calm!" Lindir tugged at Apophis Breo. He truly feared that Apophis Breo would start bombarding the ground with forbidden spells before the battle even began! Forbidden spells were useful, but many left residual magic behind. Without someone to dispel it, the effects on the land could last for decades at the very least! They were on the same level as nuclear weapons on Earth. Otherwise, why would they be called forbidden spells?

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Apophis Breo nodded to show that he understood. These were the Junlin Family's reserves, after all. Naturally, he could not be so brainless as to squander them. He had only taken them out in case of emergencies. One look at that War Cloud was enough to tell him that some idiotic Nazgûl had come. After some thought, Apophis Breo figured it was probably the Fourth Ringwraith, Amoras. The other two Ringwraiths had already been crippled... To keep the Nazgûl from making a desperate last stand, he had brought out not only offensive forbidden spells,