Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"Starlight Chain!"

In Elenthor's right eye, a frosty blue cross-star appeared, locking onto Thranduil instantly. The next moment, a chain forged from starlight tore through the void and coiled around Thranduil.

"Pull!"

Elenthor tugged the chain, and it dragged Thranduil through the void to his side.

"Boom!"

The combined attack of the three Nazgûl left only a "mushroom" crater on the ground, cracking the earth without achieving any practical effect...

"Anti-Magic Arrow!"

Seeing that Thranduil had escaped danger, Vanervi nocked his bow and loosed an arrow at Khamûl.

"Take him out first! He's already injured!" Vanervi's eyes grew cold. Everyone knows how to hit someone when they're down, but Vanervi? He was determined to do it better!

"Shared Fate! Hunter's Instinct!"

Thranduil hastily activated two status abilities. 

Shared Fate distributed a portion of the damage he received to his teammates, ensuring that in his already weakened state, he wouldn't be easily eliminated. 

Hunter's Instinct, a unique skill of the Woodland Elves, increased his and any allied forces within a 50-meter radius's mental acuity and perception!

"Well done!"

Elenthor gave a thumbs-up. Hunter's Instinct, exclusive to Woodland Elves, was always reliable. Instantly, Elenthor felt a newfound clarity in his mind, and even his accuracy seemed to improve.

"Whoa!"

Omsk, experiencing this ability for the first time, was utterly astonished. Known for their heavy armor, knights were typically sluggish, making them particularly vulnerable to assassins. 

Often, knights wouldn't even notice an assassin until they were struck, even as high as Tier Six, unless they were Dragon Knights, Paladins, or Black Knights. 

But under the effects of Hunter's Instinct, Omsk felt his mental faculties leap several levels!

"Heh!"

Omsk sneered, leveling his lance as he charged at Khamûl. 

Although the allied forces didn't have the power to completely crush the Nazgûl trio, leaving one of them behind wasn't entirely out of the question.

"Stellar Fission!"

Elandor raised his hand, and a stream of starlight flowed out of his body, enveloping him before detonating into countless radiant fragments.

"Fsssss..."

As the fragments landed on the protective aura of the Nazgûl, they emitted a corrosive sound.

"Get out of his attack range! This starlight corrodes our protective aura!"

Sennar's soul flame flickered as he urgently shouted, clearly feeling his aura being consumed at an alarming rate.

"Boom!"

Omsk's lengthy lance tore through the air, aimed directly at Khamûl, his murderous intent unmasked.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Both Elenthor and Vanervi hurled their Moon of the Hunt projectiles. 

Vanervi even endured a direct strike from Lydilias just to execute the skill! Their intent to eliminate Khamûl was blatantly obvious.

"Damn it! Khamûl, get out of there!" Lydilias shouted in panic.

"Ahhh!"

Khamûl let out an eerie screech as a visible wave of energy erupted from his body, blasting Omsk away.

"Hold him down!"

"Retreat now!"

Both sides roared. The allied forces hoped to kill a Nazgûl, while the Nazgûl sought only to escape. 

From their perspective, these Tier Six fighters of the allied forces had gone mad. 

Even the Elven Kings had abandoned defense and adopted a reckless offensive strategy, making the fight exasperating for the Nazgûl. 

Despite being the weaker side, it was the allied forces that were fighting with suicidal determination...

"We have to leave now!"

Through a telepathic link unique to the Nazgûl (and undead), Khamûl quickly communicated with the others.

"They're absolutely insane!"

Lydilias grumbled. A single Dragon Knight and an Elven King had already pinned him down, making the fight incredibly frustrating. While he wouldn't be killed, losing was inevitable.

"Prepare to withdraw! We've lost this time, but we'll return! We are immortal Nazgûl, while they... will grow old," Sennar said with a chilling undertone.

"Swish!"

Sennar suddenly shifted positions with a shadow swap, dodging Thranduil's pursuit. He swung his hooked scythe at Elenthor.

"Clang!"

The sharp scythe pierced Elenthor's armor and ran him through.

"Boom!"

Khamûl erupted with energy, forcing Omsk away, then transformed into a streak of light and fled.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp impacts echoed as Lydilias deflected the weapons of Vanervi and Elandor before turning to escape.

"Shhh!"

The soul-hooked scythe, still dripping with blood, flew back to Sennar's hand. He glanced coldly at the allied forces before retreating.

"My king!"

"Elenthor!"

Shouts of alarm echoed as the wounded Elenthor became the Nazgûl's prime target once more.

"Cough, cough! Stop wailing! Just save me already! I'm not dead yet; there's still hope!"

Elenthor forced a bitter smile, feeling like his luck couldn't get any worse. Who could have anticipated Sennar's Death's Breath attack would be this devastating? 

The allied forces had been fooled for over a thousand years! That level of destructive power was undoubtedly greater than Khamûl's.

"He's been hiding his strength!"

Elenthor spat out blood.

"Save him!"

Everyone snapped into action, pulling out their healing items to treat Elenthor.

"Hymn of the Holy Light!"

Breaking free from the skirmishes with the orc soldiers, Rynar led his forces over, immediately casting a holy spell.

"Elenthor, are you okay?"

Rynar, who had witnessed the backstab, was already thinking of renaming him the "Backstab King." A Tier Six hunter getting backstabbed twice? How embarrassing!

"Ugh... I think I'll survive. My soul's been shaken, but..."

Elenthor pulled out a shattered white gemstone.

"Look! This took the soul damage for me!"

Elenthor smiled weakly.

"A white gemstone?"

Rynar suddenly understood why Thranduil desired the Lonely Mountain's white gems so badly. Soul defense! 

Non-spellcasting professions had few means to defend against soul attacks. If white gems had such properties, they were indeed worthy of the Elves' reverence.

"Exactly, just as you thought. Oh, and thank you for the holy spell!"

Seeing his wounds finally stop bleeding, Elenthor nodded gratefully at Rynar.

"Damn it! The Nazgûl escaped!"

Elandor furiously punched a nearby tree, causing it to topple.

"Don't worry, Peter. We'll have another chance."

Elenthor, moved by Peter's concern, offered a reassuring smile.

"What's next?"

Thranduil's eyes burned with anger. Being toyed with by the Nazgûl and watching Elenthor get wounded was an insult he couldn't tolerate.

"Wait for reinforcements from the Lonely Mountain. For now, let's clear out the scattered orcs," Elenthor said, gazing at the fleeing orcs with a sigh. The forest had been utterly devastated.