Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"Clop, clop, clop~" The heavy sound of hooves echoed through the forest as a line of knights rode out slowly from among the trees.

Clink! Helmets snapped shut.

"Prepare to charge!" Omsk bellowed.

The soft rustle of leaves accompanied the knights as they surged forward, their cloaks billowing in the wind.

"Charge!" 

With lances pointed forward, tearing through the air, the knights stormed ahead. Combat aura ignited like flames among the trees. 

They shattered branches, leapt over boulders, and kept their gaze firmly fixed on the orcs gathering ahead. These knights were humanity's deadliest force—the last knights of Zaltarion!

Rynar was about to witness the devastating might of a knight order led by a hero.

"Light and Shadow!" Omsk roared, his powerful combat aura bursting outward. Black shadows intertwined with radiant light, swiftly enveloping every knight in the formation.

"Hoofbeats!" The orcs cried out in panic.

"Where are they? I can't see the enemy!"

The orcs quickly abandoned their tasks, grabbing their weapons and huddling together into a circular formation. 

When facing cavalry charges or knight assaults, orcs without wolf riders were at a distinct disadvantage. Forming a circle had been their hard-earned survival strategy for countless years.

The effect of Light and Shadow was invisibility! Omsk and his knights charged toward the orc formation, shrouded in twisted light and shadow. 

The orcs could hear the thundering hooves, but the knights themselves remained unseen.

Boom! Omsk led the charge, his lance crashing into the orc ranks. The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed as at least five convulsing orcs hung off his weapon. 

With a sweeping motion, the lance flung the struggling bodies aside, creating a gust of wind so fierce that anything it touched was either maimed or killed.

"Kill!" 

The knights swung their weapons with abandon, harvesting orc lives. A trail of bodies paved a blood-soaked road, narrating the tragedy that had just unfolded.

Buzz! 

The orcs' misfortune worsened as a new threat emerged. The "Reapers" armed with powerful bows—the Elaris Woods Rangers—made their entrance. 

Known for their unmatched range, these rangers, when grouped together and firing freely, could make even dragons retreat.

Thud! An orc fell, clutching its pierced eye socket, collapsing lifelessly.

Crack! A heavy iron shield failed to stop an arrow from an Elaris Woods Rangers. 

The arrow shattered the shield and continued its deadly path, piercing three orcs before lodging into the abdomen of a fourth.

"Charge! In the name of the Champion!" Omsk rallied his knights again, his roar echoing even to where Rynar stood.

Rynar's expression turned odd. "This guy was part of the Champion Knights? And he knows the Champion Charge? Unbelievable!"

According to Rynar's knowledge of the game's history, the Champion Knights were Zaltarion's strongest order. 

Their ordinary members were fourth- and fifth-tier knights, and their officers were heroes. The Champion Charge, unique to this order, was the source of their legendary reputation. 

However, the order had mysteriously vanished from history. Who would have thought Omsk had once been a member?

"The Champion Charge…" Rynar muttered. 

The skill was undeniably powerful, doubling the strength of the entire knight order during its activation. 

Its only drawback was its short duration, lasting roughly a minute. But for now, that didn't matter—Omsk had already shattered the orc formation. 

The Elaris Woods Rangers took over, dividing the battlefield, while Omsk led his knights to hunt down fleeing orcs.

Why weren't the knights charging anymore? Because even a stray armor-piercing arrow from the Elaris Woods Rangers could sap their energy reserves. 

These rangers, after all, were designed to battle dragons. Zaltarion knights might withstand volleys from Battanian archers, Lordaeron rangers, or even elves, but they wouldn't dare stand under the rain of Elaris Woods arrows. 

Their towering frames made them easy targets for friendly fire.

"Don't hit them too hard. We still need to lure part of their army away," Rynar reminded the nearby Elaris Woods Rangers. "We need to draw orcs from the other entrances. 

Keep them on our tail without overwhelming them, or they won't take the bait."

Although there were only fifty Elaris Woods Rangers, they inflicted more damage than the knights. 

Their arrows, imbued with combat aura, exploded upon impact, ripping through the orcs' iron armor as if it were paper. 

The knights struck with precision, but the rangers attacked entire areas. Watching the carnage, Rynar couldn't help but twitch. 

"No wonder the devs nerfed these guys into extinction. If they didn't, who else would they nerf?" 

Even the fearless knights kept to the edges of the rangers' range, cautiously cleaning up any survivors.

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"They're coming! Orc reinforcements are approaching from both the south and the north!" Vanervi reported, his Eyes of Nature detecting the incoming forces.

"Fall back, brothers!" Rynar didn't hesitate, retreating with his infantry. Activating Holy Inspiration Aura, he boosted their speed and morale. 

The circular formation sprinted away from the battlefield, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Move toward the edge of the battlefield! Be ready to charge out!" Omsk commanded, watching Rynar retreat and noting the birds startled by the orc reinforcements. 

The knights' flexibility allowed them to dictate the flow of battle, especially when facing enemies of similar strength.

"Oh, look! A big catch! A Black Hero has arrived!" Despite his mocking tone, Omsk's eyes showed no hint of underestimation. 

Black Knights had unpredictable skills and unique talents, making them formidable opponents capable of turning the tide of battle against even Dragon Knights, Paladins, or Arcane Mages.

"Retreat!" Omsk shook his head, suppressing his urge to challenge the Black Hero. While his Light and Shadow abilities could counter such threats, his knights weren't as resilient. 

Even in their glorious state, they were vulnerable to the soul-based attacks of a Black Hero.

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"A human hero? Interesting… I never expected such a reward from removing a mere thorn." 

A figure shrouded in dark smoke sat atop a nightmare steed, muttering to himself. Wherever he passed, flowers withered, and grass shriveled.

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