NOVEL FULL

The Lord Of The Rings: Lords Of Middle-Earth

Chapter 233: bloody heroes

"Puff!" A team of Lordaeron rangers jumped down from the treetops with a sudden leap. While several wolf riders under the tree were still stunned, they attacked the necks of the wolf riders and the wargs in groups of two.

"Swish~" The wolf riders, who had no time to dodge, had their throats slit along with their wolves, and the smell of blood wafted through the dark jungle...

“Puff~”

The dark jungle mercilessly devoured life after life in the darkness of the night, and blood and water mixed into streams that wandered freely on the wet land.

"The enemy should have already been encountered in Omsk!" Kaslo sighed as he looked at the deep mountains and forests.

"Huh?" Roland looked at Caslo in confusion.

"The smell of blood! The stinking smell of orcs' blood!" Caslo took a deep breath.

"Oh no! The smell of blood has drifted here, and the orcs will smell it too!" Roland was shocked.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we are at a disadvantage! And not everyone has the sense of smell of a dragon!" Kaslo showed his half-dragon face.

"What's the situation?" Omsk shook off the blood stains on his armor and looked at the rangers who surrounded him.

"It's all done! The others are dealing with the bodies! They will use special potions to eliminate the bloody smell so that the orcs won't smell the blood. They will also send a team to investigate. Then we'll hehehe..." Several Lordaeron rangers showed cruel smiles.

"How perverted! But I like it! Then let's all ambush! Try to kill more of his wolf cavalry!" Omsk whispered. How could the orcs without the wolf cavalry go head-to-head with the coalition soldiers who all started out as first-level professionals!

"clear!"

"Huh? It seems that the Lordaeron rangers are quite smart! The smell of blood has disappeared!" Kaslo raised his eyebrows and showed a happy expression.

"It seems that the Rangers of Lordaeron still have some good stocks!" Roland also smiled. After all, as the only Ranger group with elven blood in the Lagron Empire, the Rangers of Lordaeron are still very mysterious in battle. It is said that they have inherited many secret skills of the elves.

"I hope they can kill more wolf riders, so that we can have less pressure!" Roland looked in the direction of Omsk and the others.

"Huff, huff, huff~ Lord Omsk! We have killed more than a hundred wolf riders!" The Lordaeron rangers reported breathlessly.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Omsk bowed to the Lordaeron rangers who were sweating profusely but still had firm eyes.

Hiding in the trees motionless in the dark night is extremely physically demanding for the Lordaeron Rangers. Not only do they have to maintain their body balance and conceal their breath, but they also have to resist the invasion of the cold night, fight with the wolf riders who have ambushed them, and then deal with the corpses. After dealing with more than a hundred wolf riders, the physical strength of these Lordaeron Rangers has been exhausted.

"You retreat, go back to rest, and prepare to fight the enemy! I will hold them off for a while!" Omsk said calmly as he looked at the Lordaeron rangers who had already reached their limit. Although they could still ambush again, they would most likely suffer heavy casualties because the number of wolf riders in the previous wave had obviously increased, and there would be more wolf riders coming this time.

"Got it!" The rangers of Lordaeron immediately put away their longbows and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

"Alas..." Omsk sighed softly, and he pulled out a knight's combat sword as tall as a person from the space ring. The sword, as wide as a door panel, immediately stirred up a cloud of mud when it fell to the ground. It was obvious that it was not light in weight!

"Let me see what you can do." Omsk twisted his neck and fastened his visor. He stood motionless in the woods like a steel sculpture. The cold wind at night gently lifted his cloak. The surrounding sounds disappeared and fell into dead silence.

"Roar! Where are they? Where did they go? These damn guys!" A wolf cavalryman rode on his wolf angrily.

"Those guys haven't already broken into the enemy camp and are feasting on the food!"

"Hurry up! Don't let them get ahead of you!"

"Wait! That's not right! They may not come back to report! But the wolves didn't respond to our call!" A smart wolf rider knocked hard on his excited companion beside him.

"Damn it! Stop! They might be finished! There's something wrong here!" He came in front of the crowd and stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Damn it! Take a closer look at those human camps! Look at those flames! They haven't spread at all! They are in good order! Our people didn't attack there!" The alert wolf cavalryman immediately found something wrong.

"Pa pa pa!" A burst of applause came from the darkness. All the wolf cavalrymen were stunned when they heard it. They turned their heads and looked at their companions. When they found that the sound did not come from their side, expressions of surprise appeared on each other's faces.

"I didn't expect there are still a few smart people among the orcs? I thought you were all brainless bastards... But I guessed right, there is no reward!" Omsk slowly walked out of the shadows, dragging a greatsword.

"Kill him!" The wolf riders showed bloodthirsty expressions and gave a hideous smile as they looked at Omsk. They had already imagined how they would torture this suddenly appearing human and brutally kill him.

Unfortunately... they were wrong. This was a massacre, but the target... was them!

"Zeng!" Omsk raised his knight's combat sword and swung it with all his might. The sword, as wide as a door panel, swung down fiercely. A streak of white light like a streak of silk suddenly flashed, and the wolf rider and his wolf were split in half. The blood splattered all over Omsk's body.

"Die!" A flash of black and white fighting spirit appeared, and the two wolf riders who wanted to attack from both sides and their wolves turned into minced meat all over the sky.

"You're asking for death!" Omsk turned his wrist and stabbed with his sword, killing another wolf rider. Then he turned around suddenly and hit the bloody mouth of a wolf with his iron elbow in heavy armor. In an instant, bones and teeth mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

"Die!" Omsk swung his sword and knocked down another group of people and wolves.

"Ding-ling-dang!" The sound of dense beatings came from Omsk's armor. A group of wolf cavalry had surrounded him tightly.

"Roar! A great slash of light and shadow!" Omsk roared to the sky, and the intertwined light and shadow battle flames suddenly erupted from his body. A spiral of battle flames began to twist and rotate with him as the center. The high-speed dancing battle flames easily cut and tore the wolf cavalry involved in it like a sharp blade. The shrill wails could be heard clearly even across a hill!

"I bring death! I bring new life!" Omsk, covered in blood, stepped on the broken limbs and blood plasma covering his feet, and his voice, like a voice from hell, drifted away in the evening breeze.

"Roar! Human hero! What a disgusting smell! Hahaha! Let me end you! Hang your head on my spear!" A chilling laugh came from a shadow behind the orc army.