"The fighting has begun!" Roland raised his eyebrows as he looked at the fighting spirit that was constantly erupting over there.

"It looks like Omsk is killing like crazy over there... Isn't he afraid of scaring the orcs away?" Kaslo grinned and said helplessly as he looked at Omsk who was throwing his ultimate moves wildly over there. Is that guy afraid that the orcs don't know that there is a sixth-level here?

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"Drip~" Fine beads of blood slowly slid down Omsk's armor and dripped onto the wet ground.

"Baba!" As the iron boots stepped down, the blood that had seeped into the soil immediately gushed out and covered the soles of the feet.

Looking at the piles of corpses around him, one could tell how many wolf riders Omsk had just killed! Hundreds of wolves, mixed with the remains of orcs, spread across the entire forest centered on where Omsk stood. Countless trees, each two arms thick, were snapped by Omsk's furious fighting spirit, their thick trunks scattered across the ground. Omsk had actually cleared a vast clearing in the dense forest.

"Click, click~" A teeth-grinding friction sound came from the darkness, and a disgusting smell of decay slowly spread.

"Damn it! Do you really think that no one can punish you?" The sound like a broken bellows came from the darkness, which made people feel chilled.

"You're hiding your head and showing your tail, get out here!" Omsk turned the sword and slashed it down with a heavy blow, and the fierce fighting spirit shot towards a shadow somewhere.

"Boom!" A pitch-black shield suddenly opened, blocking Omsk's attack. The two energies collided, quickly creating a shockwave that uprooted all the surrounding trees...

"Ringwraiths?" Omsk looked surprised.

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"Sixth level!" Caslo raised his head suddenly and said with some concern.

"There are sixth-order Orcs?" Roland gaped at the terrifying energy shockwave. From what he knew of the plot, the only sixth-order Orc was Azog! Even his son Bolger was only a fifth-order general. If there were still sixth-order Orcs in Gambada Fortress, there was no way they wouldn't appear during the Battle of Five Armies!

"Or maybe it's not a sixth-level orc..." There was a cold light in Kaslo's eyes, and the hand holding the long sword was ready to move. If it weren't for the consideration of protecting Roland, he would definitely go and see it for himself.

"Ringwraiths! Rumor has it that there are Ringwraiths entrenched in the Gumball Fortress! The place is filled with death and wailing... No living person can get close!" Balin's rhythmic voice sounded.

"It's not a rumor now!" Caslo twisted his stiff neck and laughed dryly.

"You mean the Ringwraiths?" Roland's face changed.

"It's obvious that no one can cause such a big noise except those fallen people who have thrown themselves into death!" Kaslo sighed calmly as he looked at the earth-shaking scene on the distant hillside.

"Then... can Omsk win?" Roland asked anxiously. He didn't want anything to happen to his only sixth-level hero. Any injury would make Roland heartbroken.

"Look at which Ringwraiths are on the opposite side..." Kaslo shook his head. If it was the Witch-king of Angmar himself... Kaslo was ready to lead Roland to run away. As for the remaining soldiers... they could only hope for the best.

"Wait, there will be results!" Caslo sighed and quietly placed the dragon flute in the most convenient position.

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"Rubbish! Is all you can do is dodge?" Omsk sneered after his sword missed.

"Haha, how can a mortal like you understand my greatness! Accept the punishment of the Fourth Calamity! Surge of Death!" The Ringwraith suddenly appeared and tore the space beside Omsk with both hands. Suddenly, the space beside Omsk was pulled open, and powerful suction and rich evil spirit power madly drilled into Omsk's body.

"Light! Bright! Salute! Praise!" Omsk punched the ground, and suddenly a stream of bright fighting energy bloomed with him as the center, as if a scorching sun rose in the dark night.

"Your attack is ineffective against me!" Omsk stood up slowly, murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"Really? I am the great fourth Ringwraith - Amoratho! How can you understand my greatness! And how can you understand how terrifying I am!" The dark blue soul fire in Amoratho's eye sockets was beating violently, showing his inner restlessness.

"Haha, I've killed so many boring people who think they're interesting, rotten idiots who think they're noble, and rats hiding in the dark! I wonder if you will become one of them?" Omsk pointed his sword straight at Amorasso.

"Honestly, you're not as good at fighting as Khamul. Well, I've played with you for so long! It's time to end it!" Omsk believed that he had figured out the offensive tactics of the fourth Ringwraith, Amoratho, and finally bared his bloody fangs.

"In the name of the champion! Charge!" Omsk, who summoned the Abyss Warhorse, replaced the greatsword in his hand with lightning speed, pointed the straight lance at Amorasso, and then charged fiercely.

"Crack!" The sound of broken bones came from Amorasso's ribs, and a sharp gun tip had already pierced through his body.

"Purify the evil!" Omsk infused the fighting spirit flame with an expressionless face. The fighting spirit that was completely transformed into the fighting spirit of light flowed madly into Amorasso's body along the lance.

"Ouch!" Amorasso let out a shrill scream, as if being burned by the scorching sun. The scream echoed far into the silent night sky...

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"Is Omsk slaughtering pigs?" Roland shrank his neck when he heard the creepy screams.

"No! He severely damaged the Ringwraith!" A smile appeared on Kaslo's face.

"So he's going to win? That's amazing! He's worthy of being my Lagrande's sixth-level hero!" Roland grinned.

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"You! Damn it!" Amorasso swung his sword to deflect the lance that was piercing his ribs, and disappeared into the darkness with a few leaps, and soon emerged from another shadow.

"Your ability is the power of darkness, right? You didn't die from that blow just now. Tsk tsk tsk! You were able to use the night to share your damage in such a hurry. Don't you think you are worthy of being a Ringwraith?" Omsk began to mock.

"Bastard! I will kill you! I will embed your skull in the breastplate of my nightmare!" Amorasso cursed viciously.

"Okay, everyone knows how to say tough words." Omsk tilted his head and watched Amorasso's childish performance.

"You will regret it! Outsider! One day I will bury you! Your pride and light will perish along with the kingdom behind you!" Amorasso had already thought of retreating. After all, he was ambushed and seriously injured. Even with the blessing of the night, he was still no match for this weird human hero. This hero who was so good at using both light and dark powers had restrained himself. He knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would really be unable to leave when the sun rose!

"Want to leave?" Omsk was stunned and immediately urged his horse to chase after him, wanting to fight him. Unfortunately, such a sinister old man as the Ringwraith was not so easy to deal with. Amorasso's faint voice was left in the wind.

"Cherish the few remaining moments, until my Lord returns... All will die! All will die! Wail to your heart's content! Hide! Despair!"

"...Where did this psychopath come from? Is Sauron really serious about recruiting people? How could such a fool become the famous Fourth Ringwraith?" Omsk was simply shocked. Who gave him the courage to be so incompetent and yet so arrogant?