"Kill all the dwarves! Let us drink their blood!" The great orc lord of the northern wilderness waved the battle axe in his hand. Dark red bloodstains slid down the exaggerated battle axe like a door panel. The dwarf blood on it had turned purple. As a fifth-level warrior, he completely suppressed the dwarves' high-end combat power.
Because the Dwarves of Erebor lost their homes and wandered for many years, they did not have sufficient resources to cultivate their own high-end combat power, so that the Dwarf King Thorin Oakenshield was only a third-level berserker. King Dain of Iron Hill was better off, at least there were resources to build him up to a fourth-level commander. It was precisely because Dain blocked the Orc Lord that the entire defense line was stable.
"Damn it! We can't let this general keep killing like this! Every time he climbs the city wall, dozens of dwarves are killed or injured!" Thorin looked at the Orc Lord who was about to attack Erebor again with resentment.
"Let me stop him!" Dain dragged his injured body and came to Thorin's side holding his blood-red battle axe.
"My brother! You can't fight anymore. You should lie in bed and rest instead of fighting with an axe! Believe me! The situation has not worsened to the point where you, a wounded man, need to risk your life!" Thorin looked at his cousin.
"Kili! Fili! Take him down to rest!" Thorin turned his head and said.
"No! Thorin! You can't do this! I am a dwarf like you! We must face our fate together!" Of course, the injured Dain could not break free from the hands of the two brothers and was forcibly dragged down the wall of Erebor.
"Bard! I need you to help me stop it!" Thorin looked at Bard sincerely. Bard was a third-level ranger and with himself as a third-level warrior, they could still go head-to-head with the fifth-level Orc Lord.
"Of course, we have no choice, do we?" Bard silently looked at the orc army outside the city of Ilubor.
"Hey..." Bard sighed inwardly. The reason Erebor remained unmoved was the city's abundant fighting power. Three thousand dwarf warriors gave Thorin the confidence to hold the city. But everyone underestimated the Orcs' powerful long-range damage output. Not only did they have over five thousand archers, but they also had several Orc wizards! Sharp-eyed Bard clearly spotted the figure of the brown-robed wizard... Although the Orcs' archers were few in the marksman profession, and their shortbows were of inferior quality and had only moderate range, their sheer numbers were still effective in killing the Dwarves on Erebor's walls. So far, one-tenth of the Dwarves had already perished under the Orcs' hail of arrows. With every five thousand arrows, a few would be lucky enough to penetrate the armor. Dwarf armor, though sophisticated, still had gaps. It wasn't the one-piece, molded plate of Raglan. With a bit of luck, even the Orcs' weak archers could inflict casualties on the Dwarves.
"If we had more archers we wouldn't be so passive!" Bard looked at the devastated outer wall of Erebor, which was full of crudely made orc feather arrows. One could imagine how cruel the orcs were. He should be grateful that Saruman had not turned evil at this moment and had not provided the orcs with better smelting technology, otherwise the city of Erebor would have been broken long ago.
"Damn it! Crossbowmen! Shoot them hard!" Thorin Oakenshield roared. Although archers were rare among the Dwarves, they could use crossbows to fight back against the Orcs. A qualified Dwarf craftsman could forge a steel hand crossbow in just a day or two. The entirety of Erebor was currently relying on just over 2,000 Dwarves and over 300 Dale soldiers to withstand the attacks of over 10,000 Orcs. The only weapons they had to fight back against the Orc archers were over 300 crossbows and a hundred bows. As for why they didn't make more crossbows, it was simply because they had run out of the raw materials for the crossbow strings...
"I just want to know where the elves are now." Bard glanced westward. He didn't know how much longer Erebor could hold out. Without reinforcements, at the current rate of attrition, Erebor would be left with no soldiers left to defend in a month or so at most...
"I never trusted them! Now we are surrounded! Where are they?" Thorin said angrily.
Thorin still didn't know that the Borg had bypassed the Elven Kingdom and attacked Lorthaynir. The people in the south were busy chasing the Orcs and had no time to deal with the Lonely Mountain battlefield. After all, the Orcs couldn't do anything to Erebor for a while. Of course, if Thorin knew about the Elves' move, he would have been lucky if he didn't curse Thranduil to death.
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Thranduil, with a dark look on his face, rode a moonstag at the head of the column, followed by neatly arranged lines of elven troops. Roland and his men walked alongside Thranduil, but their armies lagged far behind the woodland elves. Eolvia had no intention of letting the star elves bleed and sacrifice, and every death of one of his people was a source of heartache. The White Wings, after the Battle of Lothnir, were also powerless to attack. They could serve as a supporting force, but in a head-on confrontation, they could only hold out for a dozen minutes. Roland's cavalry closely followed the woodland elves, while two phalanxes of the Swiftstream flanked the star elves and the Lothnir soldiers.
River Rapids:
Area: One kilometer in radius.
Building units: Ruined lord's castle*1, dilapidated houses*70, not very solid houses*30, intermediate magic pattern wall, stone well, blacksmith shop, military camp, archer's temple.
Generals: Kaslo (Level 3), Renault (Level 4), Radil (Level 4),
Special Personnel: Ivy (Level 3)
City Defense Officer: Marcus (Level 4)
Administrative Officer: Lance (Level 2)
Troops: 1747
Holy Glory Knights: 100 second-level knights.
Lagran City Guards: 100 Tier 2 Warriors
Bataniyan Archers: 200 second-level archers.
Dorwinian Heavy Swordsmen: 100 second-level swordsmen.
El Nino Ranger: 10 second-level rangers.
Flood Legion: 937 Flood Infantrymen
Recruiting light infantry: 200 light infantry.
Lagrande Heavy Cavalry: 100 heavy cavalrymen
Population: 1026 (Trainable civilians: 253)
Commentary: The solitary king led the remnants of his people back to their homeland and founded this towering walled city. The city's inhabitants are sparse, but everything is progressing well. The city's military is strong and capable of defending it, but it cannot withstand the burgeoning darkness alone. The good news is that the city has finally received its own defense officer and administrative officer. Note: The war has begun! The great king has revealed his might! Temporary peace has been restored to River Rapids! However, the shadow still lingers in the north, so beware!
Abilities: As the only territory of the Kingdom of Lagrang in Middle-earth, it attracts the remnants of Lagrang. The system will guide a wave of wandering Lagrang civilians to arrive every day, hoping that the lord can properly accommodate them.
Allows the recruitment of local civilians to train Flood Infantry.
Roland sat on horseback in his spare time, checking his current assets. When he saw that the Stream Legion had gone from four figures to three, he felt a pang of heartache... It was so painful! The force, which had just broken through the 2,000 mark, had once again returned to around a thousand.
"Borg! You're dead! I said so!" A murderous look flashed across Roland's eyes.
