Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"Die!" Elandor's dragon spear shot forward, its three-meter length piercing straight through the stone slab beneath... 

"Boom!" The power of the dragon carried by the spear exploded, revealing a vast underground hall before everyone's eyes. 

Most of the half-orcs had already fallen to the ground, lifeless, while a small number of them looked up in fear at the suddenly opened ceiling.

"Damn it! They were hiding in a place like this?" The dwarves stared in fury below. Who would have thought that just a few meters under their feet, there would be a large group of half-orcs?

"This is not the point!" After jumping down to clear the remaining half-orcs, Elandor returned with his weapon in hand. 

What worried him now was the existence of such underground chambers. How many of these places were there? 

If there were many, the half-orcs would have the power to block their retreat. After all, the coalition had only about 800 men at each junction, and Rynar's Zaltarion army had only 351 soldiers. 

If those wraiths entangled the six-tiered warriors and himself... 

Elandor didn't even want to think about it anymore. They might win, but how many soldiers would they lose? Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

"Stand by! Cease advancing!" Elandor shouted, mounting his dragon. He needed to head back and check if there were any more of these damned hidden chambers along the way!

"Boom!" The dragon's claws, imbued with the power of the stars, descended from the sky. 

The multi-meter long forelimbs pierced the earth, and the shockwave caused rocks to scatter as the blue, starry energy spread violently. It was the Star Dragon's skill—Dragon Star Fist!

"I've got the bug!" Skyla turned to Elandor with a wicked grin. His sharp claws had just pierced through some soft material—undoubtedly, a half-orc's body!

"Ah!" With a clear, powerful dragon roar, Skyla drove its claws into the ground, then, with a sudden effort, used its other claw to tear up the stone floor. 

The surrounding area, several hundred square meters, was immediately uprooted, and hundreds of terrified half-orcs below stared, stunned, at the cataclysm unfolding before them. 

A figure dressed in blue, menacing armor descended, and the fiery battle aura extending five meters from his hand forced the half-orcs to retreat in fear. 

This was the last thing they saw… Three seconds later, the scene looked like a sword storm had swept through it: all the half-orcs had been cruelly dismembered. 

Arms, legs, and other body parts were scattered across the ground, while purple-black blood flooded the chamber, creating a still, silent pool...

"Move! Find the next one!" Elandor's face darkened. He understood that the coalition had been tricked. 

Though it was a simple ploy to lure the enemy deeper, everyone had still fallen into the trap—well, not everyone… only the King and King Celeborn. 

Elandor felt bitter inside.

"It's an open trap! A blatant one! Even knowing the danger here, the proud elven king would never give up on revenge and reclaiming lost lands!" Elandor bitterly spoke to his dragon.

"We have no choice; it is his decision! We can only obey his will and fight until death!" Skyla lowered his head. 

Having lived alongside elves for a thousand years, he understood their deep-seated pride. These beautiful elves carried pride in their veins no less than that of dragons!

"We cannot lose these people!" Elandor's mind was clear. The destruction of these people would be enough to erase the Star Elves from history. 

Even if some survived, there would be no way to restore their former glory without a new era.

"So? My friend, I'll follow your lead!" Skyla lowered his head, gazing at his companion, bound by their pact.

"Keep searching. At the very least, we can't let the half-orcs block our retreat!" Elandor stated. The Star Elves had barely made it out last time because of luck. 

Dol Guldur wasn't as heavily fortified back then, and the elves' surprise attack had thrown the half-orcs into chaos. 

If it weren't for the wraiths attacking Elenthor, causing the Star Elves' morale to collapse, Dol Guldur might have changed hands. 

But now, Dol Guldur was a tough nut to crack. 

Forget the wraiths hiding in the shadows, even the half-orcs hiding underground in massive numbers would be enough to make the coalition drink from a bitter cup! 

Elandor wasn't sure if the others had noticed this, but he decided to warn everyone soon. The obstacles made by walls and houses were no different than nothing in his eyes.

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"Is this the last one?" Elandor gasped. He had killed so many his arms ached. 

Now he was certain that the wraiths had contracted their defenses, and nearly all the half-orcs had gathered in Dol Guldur! 

There were at least 20,000 half-orcs in the city! Just the ones hidden underground, Elandor had already dug out nearly 3,000. 

And that didn't include the ones lying in wait ahead.

This meant that along this route, at least 4,000 to 5,000 half-orcs were waiting for this 800-man squad to walk into an ambush.

"Damn it! Let's check on the others!" 

Elandor was disgusted by these half-orcs who only knew how to dig holes! These underground chambers were clearly not the work of the woodland elves. 

The crude craftsmanship was unmistakably the half-orcs' handiwork!

"Dragon god!" Skyla cried out.

"What's happening..." Elandor saw the scene shared by Skyla's vision.

Countless half-orcs surged out from street corners or the lifted stone slabs. They flowed like a river, their destination the advancing coalition forces!

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"These half-orcs really know how to hide!" Vanervi lamented, staring at the wall he had just demolished. 

Behind the massive stone, a few half-orc corpses lay in odd angles, scattered across the ground.

"My lord, should we continue forward?" A soldier, having found no traces of the enemy, reported to Vanervi.

"Let's take a break. In five minutes, we move out!" Vanervi said, looking at the sweat-drenched soldiers.

"Thank you for your mercy." The soldiers bowed respectfully.

"No need for that... Damn!" Vanervi quickly used a new phrase he'd learned from Rynar.

"Enemy attack! Formation!" Vanervi screamed in a shrill voice, leaping into action to meet the half-orcs head-on!

"Your opponent is me!" Lydilias suddenly appeared on horseback at the corner of the street.

"Damn it! Everyone, defend!" Vanervi's face grew cold.

He stopped in his tracks, knowing that if he went to slaughter the half-orcs behind him, his soldiers would be attacked by Lydilias.

At that moment, the coalition forces in the rear had already engaged with the half-orcs. 

The dwarves formed a circle on the outermost perimeter, the elves raised their longbows, wildly shooting arrows into the sky, while the humans held their long swords against shields, ready to block any gaps that might appear.

In that instant, the three races coordinated perfectly!

"Whew~" 

Suddenly, a magnificent blue pillar swept through the area. 

A stretch of road over a hundred meters long was instantly cleared, and the hundreds of half-orcs who had been charging forward slowly dissolved into nothingness, consumed by the dragon's breath...

"Elandor! Our dragon rider is here!" Vanervi smiled, thrilled. 

The dragon's breath from the sky was enough to turn these poor half-orcs into target practice. Without hesitation, Vanervi charged, engaging Lydilias in a furious counterattack.

Meanwhile, Elandor, who had just used dragon breath to break the half-orc encirclement, felt no joy. 

He quickly maneuvered Skyla to unleash dragon breath on the buildings the half-orcs had retreated into, then pulled the Star Dragon up. He knew that the others were far from safe.

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