"I have 350 people here!" Roland said.
"We still have more than 2,000 people left..." Iovia choked a little. In fact, his reckless advance really caused heavy losses to the star elves.
"There are only more than a thousand people left in my army." Thranduil sighed lightly. Their action of forcing their way into Singari also made them pay a heavy price.
"It's still too few! We lack the support of melee units!" Roland sighed. You know, Singeri has to leave behind garrison forces, at least a thousand people have to stay behind. In this way, their troops can't even gather 3,000 people. Facing the orc army that is coming out in full force, the coalition forces without the front line will be quickly swallowed up!
"Oh my God! Where are the three kingdoms of Lonely Mountain? We need them!" Iovia said in pain. These orc armies scattered in Singrid made him feel like a thorn in his throat and a lump in his back, making him extremely uncomfortable!
"They should be on their way. Don't be so harsh on them. They are mostly heavy infantry, and not all of them have the same mobility as our guards." Roland patted Iovia's shoulder. At least before the reinforcements from the three kingdoms of Lonely Mountain arrived, he would have to endure this dirty barbarian wandering around in front of him.
"Okay, you've convinced me..." Iovia's mouth twitched. It was indeed unrealistic to let those short-legged "dwarfs" run quickly in the dense forest.
"Let's clear out all the orcs near the exits first, and then settle the score with the orcs in Dol Guldur when other reinforcements arrive!" Roland suggested.
"Well, this is the only way. Let's clean up the orcs nearby first!" Iovia nodded in agreement.
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"Kill all these invaders!"
"Kill them!"
"For the glory of knights!"
"kill!"
Led by several high-ranking professionals, the soldiers launched an attack on the orcs outside the barrier through the barrier's exit. The defenseless orcs were immediately stunned. Perhaps because the Ringwraiths escaped too quickly, they seemed to have forgotten to notify the orcs stationed outside the barrier to retreat, so these poor orcs stationed at the barrier's entrance were abandoned...
Faced with the fierce and wolf-like coalition forces, with no advantage in terms of manpower (a few level six orcs really had no advantage), these orcs could only act ridiculously when facing the coalition forces' attack.
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“Puff!”
“Ouch!”
In the chaotic Orc camp, the Royal Guards faithfully carried out Roland's orders: Finish off the Orcs! The guards chopped off the heads of the Orcs who were still breathing, one after another, with their heavy swords. Even those who intended to counterattack were only left with a few white spots on their plate armor.
"That's it? That's all the Orcs can do!" Roland shrugged disdainfully as he watched the crushing battle. With the addition of the sixth-level warriors, these Orcs couldn't even stop a charge. Roland immediately lost interest in slaughtering those Orcs.
"Yes! The addition of a sixth-tier professional will make the battle infinitely easier..." Iovia sighed. The turning point of the failed attack on Dol Guldur was that he was injured by a sneak attack and had to teleport away randomly. He should be thankful that he still had Peter Gro, a fourth-tier dragon warrior, who could escape the Ringwraiths with the cooperation of the dragon (there was only one Ringwraith in Dol Guldur at the time, Khamul!). Otherwise, a Ringwraith charging into the elven army would definitely make Iovia regret it. The relatively weak elves in the interior would definitely not survive...
"So I'm wondering, what's the point of the others' existence? One Rank Sixth can completely replace thousands of lower-rank professionals, yet thousands of lower-rank professionals are helpless against Rank Sixths..." Roland said somewhat dejectedly. After witnessing the devastating damage output and terrifying survivability of Rank Sixth professionals, Roland was extremely confused... You know, even the elves, with their low defense, could survive being backstabbed twice by the Ringwraiths! This fully demonstrates the terrifying power of Rank Sixths!
"No, no, no, of course it is necessary! Don't forget that every legendary sixth-level professional has trained up from the low-level one by one! Including us! The low level is the process to the high level... and as you can see, we are a minority after all. A full-scale war still needs to rely on your support, right?" Iovia said, pointing to the coalition soldiers scattered in front of her chasing the orcs.
"So you should improve yourself faster instead of doubting the meaning of your existence. Even non-professional soldiers have their value, King Roland." Seeing that Roland was confused, Iovia counseled him.
He had been confused before. Faced with a group of high-end combat forces in the clan, Iovia had never understood where the survival space for low-end combat forces was, until they suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of the Black Gate. The high-level professionals were entangled by Soran's men, and it was precisely these mediocre low-level professionals who dominated the victory or defeat.
"You're right. I really thought too much." Roland smiled carefreely. He had indeed thought too much. The overwhelming battle between high-level professionals and low-level professionals only existed when the other side had no matching combat power. The Kingdom of Lagrande happened to have its own sixth-level combat power. Not to mention attacking other forces, just protecting itself was enough.
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"Welcome! Balin! King Bad! King White Wing!" Everyone opened their arms to welcome the reinforcements coming from afar.
"Oh! My friends! It seems that everyone is here? Let's hear what we have brought for you." Balin, the leader of the dwarves on this trip, said happily with his snow-white beard raised.
"As you wish, we are all ears!" Roland bowed and said jokingly.
"Ahem, now let Balin start talking! We have brought a total of one thousand dwarf heavily armored warriors on this trip! Attention! They are heavily armored! I would like to ask you to forgive us for being late for a moment. After all, short-legged dwarves in heavy armor can't run very fast, right?" Balin blinked.
"Thank God! This is the best news I have ever heard. We just happen to lack enough melee units. We dare not even let the rangers fight with those scum. Once they are surrounded, it will be difficult for our soldiers to separate from them!" Iovia said excitedly. Although they have the advantage in high-end combat power now, once a large-scale fight breaks out, the coalition forces will definitely suffer. After all, exchanging 10 orcs for an elf is not a losing business, on the contrary, it is very profitable.
"I brought 10 knights, 40 cavalrymen and 50 spearmen!" Bai Yi introduced without waiting for everyone to speak.
"Thank you for your help!" Iovia also expressed her gratitude. You know, the Kingdom of Akvia has just established itself. As one of the main battlefields of the Battle of Lonely Mountain, they also paid a heavy price. It was considered conscientious to send 100 people to provide assistance.
"I brought 50 warriors from Valley State this time! 150 guards!" Bard was in a better condition and had a little more soldiers on hand.
"Yes, with these reinforcements, we are now strong enough to launch another counterattack on Dol Guldur!" Thranduil said excitedly. That was once the capital of the Woodland Elves, a place they longed for...
"King Roland... your promise is still..." Balin quietly approached Roland, rubbing his hands and blushing embarrassedly.
"Of course, this summer I will lead the warriors of Raglan to join you in the expedition to the Mines of Moria!" Roland affirmed. You know, the reward for this quest is a dragon knight! No one would think that there is too much of that.
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