jk "King Roland, how is the situation?" Iovia and Thranduil said enviously as they looked at the Raglan army whose numbers had not decreased at all. After all, that was the iron can that the elves dreamed of!
"It's okay. We shouldn't be too far from the Royal Hall. It's a pity that Peter Gro came to inform us to evacuate. Otherwise, we could still take this city!" Roland said with some regret.
"There's no other way. If we can't clear out half of the city, we won't be able to defend half of it with the troops we have now!" Iovia patted Thranduil's shoulder and comforted him.
"Let's wait for Verve and the others. We'll evacuate after they arrive. Although we didn't recapture the city, we did inflict terrible casualties on the orcs. Overall, we are still the winners." Roland said after looking at the remaining number of people in the coalition. Judging from the losses of the coalition forces this time, they did make a small profit. Roland didn't know the losses of the coalition forces led by Verve and Peter Gro, but the coalition forces led by Thranduil and Iovia had almost no casualties. Now each coalition force can maintain about 700 people, and this time the orcs killed by the coalition forces were more than 10,000.
Amid the clash of armor and weapons, Van Erwei appeared in front of everyone with a group of soldiers, and Peter Gro was also circling in the sky on a dragon.
"Just retreating like that?" Van Erwei, who arrived in a hurry, asked in surprise.
"I took a look and found that the city's defenses are still usable. We can deploy defenses during this period to resist these reinforcements!" Van Erwei pointed to the complete city defense facilities in front of him.
"But we haven't cleared out the orcs in the city yet. The most important thing is that the Ringwraiths are still lurking in the city. If we reveal any flaws, they will give us a fatal blow!" Iovia explained.
"Retreat! We need to be responsible for our respective countries. We cannot destroy this elite coalition army because of a little illusory hope!" Thranduil took a deep breath and said helplessly. He was the most painful among these people. Victory was in sight but his hope was ruthlessly shattered.
"Retreat as a whole! Quickly! The orc army is about to kick our asses! Get out of here as quickly as possible!" Balin's loud voice echoed in the middle of the team.
"Warriors of Lagrande, let's go!" Roland also rode his horse to catch up with the main force.
"Cross the bridge quickly! Don't stop!" The royal guards shouted to each other. They had a deep impression of the ambush from the orcs not long ago.
"Hurry! Speed up!" Vanerwei stood at the bridge with a longbow in his hand, shooting arrow after arrow accurately at the orcs who showed up and wanted to chase him.
"Shield formation! Protect the bridgehead exit!" After all, Balin was a veteran. In order to avoid blocking the exit, he immediately commanded the dwarves to form a shield formation a hundred meters around the bridgehead.
"Follow me!" Bard led the soldiers of Dale in the front, followed by the Akvia army led by White Wing. As the weaker force in the coalition, they withdrew from the battlefield first, followed by the Singari Star Elves. As they retreated into the jungle, the Orc reinforcements just appeared on the horizon...
"The entire army should retreat!" Peter Gro said to the other sixth-level professionals who stayed at the end after looking at the distance between the orcs and himself and others.
"Knights! Forward!" Roland urged his warhorse to cross the stone bridge first. The knights behind him crossed the stone bridge one after another and followed Roland away.
"Let's go!" Thranduil, who was walking at the end, took a deep look at Dol Guldur's towering figure, sighed softly, and followed the others helplessly.
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"Didn't they catch up, Peter?" Iovia looked up and asked Peter Gro who was landing with a bang. Peter Gro had just ridden his dragon to conduct some reconnaissance to find out the movements of the Orc reinforcements.
"The orcs didn't pursue us, but we might be in trouble later..." Peter Gro frowned.
"What's wrong? Could it be..." Iovia's face changed drastically.
"It's the orcs from Mordor! I recognize their totems and flags! I'll never forget them in my life! There are about 20,000 orcs stationed in Dol Guldur... and I feel the breath of the fourth Ringwraith..." Peter Gro said solemnly.
"...Damn it...We sacrificed so many of our people...assembled a coalition force...paid such a heavy price! And suddenly we're back to where we were before the war?" Without waiting for Iowa to say anything, Thranduil roared with his eyes red!
"Your Highness, calm down. We didn't lose, and they didn't win. Believe that we will be the final winner! We will fight back eventually!" Bard patted Thranduil's shoulder and comforted him.
"Yeah!" Thranduil nodded and decisively followed everyone away.
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"Ah... what's the point of fighting for so long?" Bai Yi sighed. He was extremely upset about the loss of more than a dozen soldiers. The country, which was not rich to begin with, was even worse off.
"At least you wiped out a group of orcs, didn't you?" Bard said to him with a gentle smile. As the king of the Valley State, he possessed an innate kingly temperament. That aristocratic temperament was difficult to conceal. Even White Wing, who was also a king, was influenced by it. His smile and voice could always infect the people around him.
"Well, what you said makes sense, but I don't think the death of those orcs can cause any trouble to the evil camp. After all, orcs are very fertile, aren't they?" Bai Yi smiled bitterly. As everyone knows, the orcs' terrifying fertility is their capital to roam the continent and fight against other races.
"Maybe, but one day we will kill them all, and maybe they will be the descendants of you and me!" Bud shrugged.
"You are so optimistic..." Bai Yi raised the corners of his mouth.
"How is Thorin? Is our King under the Mountain still as stingy and stubborn as before? Just like... Oakenshield!" Roland laughed.
"Thank you for your concern. Although His Highness Thorin is still stubborn, he is not stingy. Dwarves are definitely the most enthusiastic and generous to their friends!" Balin bowed to Roland.
"Well, remember to say hello to him while I'm here. Also... this summer I look forward to seeing you outside of Rapid City with your expedition team. After all, I still need to rely on the compensation you pay me to survive!" Roland joked.
"Of course! I swear on my beard and my ancestor Durin! Our determination and desire to retake Khazad-dûm are as unwavering as the elves' retaking Dol Guldur!" Balin said seriously.
"Of course, I have no doubt about it!" Roland nodded. He believed what Balin, the future King of Moria, said. After all, taking a few dozen dwarves to recapture Moria was something no one could do... But in this world, Balin shouldn't be so poor as to lead a force of just 40 men. He could at least muster hundreds of dwarves to join the battle, and he could probably muster thousands of men himself. Taking on the Mines of Moria? Sprinkle some water! What Balrog? Fire Demon? Flame Demon! Beat them all into a pulp! Do you know about the Raglan Dragon Knight?
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