"Clear the obstacles!" While the heavy crossbows were being messed up by the hunters, the royal guards finally had time to clear the corpses in front of them.
"Quick! Push it down!" Several royal guards hiding behind the shield wall thrust their spears into the ogre's body and lifted it up with force. The huge ogre immediately rolled down.
"Get down! Defend!" A shrill voice sounded, and some guards saw the cold lights flashing in the distance.
"clang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, three crossbow arrows flew through the air and hit the shield wall hard. In an instant, the guards behind the shield wall staggered, and the parts that were hit shook violently several times.
"Fuck! (A magical annual herb) There's no way through!" The guards who were once again placed on the bridge started cursing.
"Hold steady! Move slowly!" The royal guards were caught in a dilemma and could only move forward slowly, hoping to get closer to the next ogre's corpse.
"They're moving forward!" Roland shouted in surprise, pointing at the royal guards moving at a snail's pace on the bridge.
"Well! Cover them!" Iovia narrowed her eyes and fought desperately with the giant crossbows on the opposite side again.
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"The third one! There are still four more!" The leading royal guard wiped the sweat from his head and let out a breath.
"Their attacks are getting more fierce!" The Royal Guards sensed that the noises outside their shield wall were becoming more frequent.
"Don't worry! They can't break through us! We are a moving Great Wall made up of a hundred shield wall skills. Unless they take out a real large dragon hunting crossbow! Otherwise, they will never be able to break our defense. Of course... pushing it down doesn't count!" The last humorous remark made the royal guards laugh in the midst of hardship.
"Hold on! Don't let your guard down! Our people are suppressing them! They won't be able to be so proud for long!" The royal guards cheered up.
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"Damn it! I should have let the Holy Glory Knights charge in at once! They can't stop our knights' charge at all!" Roland was going crazy watching the royal guards moving at a snail's pace on the stone bridge.
"You tell me the Knights can charge into such a small space? Even peasants can use dung forks to knock the knights off their horses if they lack speed!" Iovia said in an exaggerated manner, pointing to the narrow bridge in front of them for Roland to see.
"If there was a Ringwraith blocking the door, it would be a different story..." Omsk grinned.
"Wait... why don't you rush in first?" Roland suddenly realized that these level six fighters were theoretically the ones who would be most likely to open a breakthrough.
"Hey! They are either nobles or kings. It is impossible for them to waste their time on such a low-level task as exploring the way. If the Ringwraiths ambush them there, no one can stop the frontal attack of three Ringwraiths." Bard hurriedly hugged Roland and whispered.
"This..." Roland was stunned for a moment before he realized that these were not the NPC data characters in the Lord of the Rings game. They were all living beings. As the top few people in Middle-earth, they had their own pride and value. It would be difficult to achieve a scene like the player lords in the game directly sending out sixth-level combat forces to lead the charge in the real Middle-earth. Unless it came to a critical moment of life and death, no noble would be willing to sacrifice himself. After all, their lives were much more noble than those of ordinary soldiers.
"King Roland, we can't force our way into the city and risk being ambushed by the Ringwraiths," Iovia explained with a frown.
"Hey, kid, you have to learn to get into the role of a king. War is not a simple arithmetic problem. There are many aspects to consider." Thranduil said meaningfully. In his eyes, Roland was just too hot-blooded. If he could reach his level, he would understand that it is the right thing for a qualified ruler to sacrifice some people to achieve his goals. Rolling up his sleeves and taking action personally depends on the situation. It is unwise for a ruler to put himself in danger at any time, unless he has no other choice... Thranduil, who has lived for thousands of years, sees this very clearly.
"..." Omsk closed his eyes in great embarrassment. His own lord, his own king... it seemed that he had not yet entered the role of a king. His mindset was still stuck in the time when he was a small lord commanding hundreds of people.
"Huh..." Roland sighed. Honestly, having grown up in the modern world and lived a peaceful life, he simply couldn't believe they could easily sacrifice their own subordinates to achieve their goals, even though this was clearly avoidable...
"We can't wait any longer!" Roland gritted his teeth as he looked at the swaying shield wall. He knew clearly how horribly exhausted the Royal Guards would be while wearing such heavy equipment and enduring the attacks of giant crossbows that were powerful enough to pierce dragon scales. If they didn't think of a solution, they would have no choice but to be defeated in sections. The enemies in Dol Guldori had also become smarter. They concentrated their giant crossbows and only attacked the few areas in the front. Now the Royal Guards on the other side were less than an arm's length away from the bridge.
"Assemble the Knights!" Roland shouted to Omsk.
"Your Highness..." Omsk was stunned.
"Follow the order!" Roland narrowed his eyes, and a sense of pressure from King Lagrande spread out.
"Assemble! Knights of the Order! Assemble!" Omsk roared.
"Knights! Our brothers are trapped on the bridge and cannot move forward. They are about to be knocked off the cliff by the orcs! Will we allow it?"
"No!" the Lagrande Knights of the Holy Glory Knights shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Very good! For the glory of the knights! Charge!" Roland raised the Dragon Slaying Sword and pointed it at the bridgehead.
"kill!"
"For the glory of knights!"
"Long live Lagrande!"
"Are they crazy?" Iovia looked in horror at the knights rushing towards the narrow stone bridge.
"They are seeking their own death!" Thranduil's face changed drastically.
"Roland! You can't do this! You're asking them to commit suicide!" Bard shouted angrily at the galloping knights.
"Oh! Beards be upon you!" The dwarves covered their eyes.
"Madman!" Bai Yi murmured.
"Your Highness... let's fight!" Omsk tried to hold Roland back, but with the team charging, how could he stay behind? The Knights under the Glory skill—invincible! Seeing that forcing them to stay was hopeless, Omsk gritted his teeth and rushed forward, instantly passing everyone and taking first place.
"The python is entangled with the vine!" Roland suddenly tore open a scroll and released a wood-type war magic stored in it.
Thick vines like giant pythons grew out from under the feet. The dense vines instantly wrapped around the stone bridge and moved forward along the pace of the Knights' charge, then bypassed the royal guards blocking the middle and spread to the other end.
"Kill!" Omsk breathed a sigh of relief and instantly felt an opportunity. He took the lead, stepped onto the road paved with vines and rushed to the opposite side.
"Charge!" Bud's eyes widened.
"Kill! Charge in! Take Dol Guldur!" Thranduil was also shocked by this wave of operations. Wow! War magic at the beginning!
"Kill! Enter the city!"
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"clang!"
"Bang!"
Several whistling crossbow arrows were easily blocked by the Knights in the state of glory, and even their speed was not slowed down at all. In just a few seconds, Omsk was the first to step onto the land across the bridge and officially stood in front of the city of Dol Guldur.
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