Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"Kill!" Lavian thrust his cavalry lance forward, immediately toppling a war chariot, the sharp lance effortlessly skewering three enemies aboard it. 

"Roar!" With a mighty roar, Lavian's muscular right arm flexed, lifting the three struggling enemies into the air with ease.

Lavian's roar seemed to signal a turning point, rallying the remaining twenty-two Knights of the Crossed Purple Jasmine to counterattack! Hidden among the formation, the knights quickly raised their lances and charged.

The scene was brutal, yet undeniably real! In truth, even the most compassionate commanders would never place their precious knights in the front lines as cannon fodder for defense—knights are a purely offensive force! 

Charging into battle on horseback is their true calling.

Lavian's tactic of hiding the knights among the infantry, waiting for the right moment to strike, was filled with desperation but had proven to be incredibly effective.

"Our knights are too few..." Lavian later sighed helplessly to Duchess Nyx. 

The Duchess chose to remain silent; after all, in such a situation, ensuring the most effective combat power was the decision any commander would make. 

No one could have asked a knight commander leading only twenty-two knights to charge at a thousand enemies to do more. 

(Hollin, wounded in the arm, could only remain by the Duchess's side to protect her.)

"Counterattack!" The surviving Crusader officers roared in fury, swinging their weapons desperately at the enemies, cutting them down until they too fell or were struck down.

In this moment, the Crusaders of the Duchy of Nyx unleashed an unparalleled fighting spirit under the relentless pressure of the Eastern Orc war chariots. 

Light infantry charged fearlessly at the war chariots, which were now bogged down in a pile of corpses and losing speed. 

The Knights of the Crossed Purple Jasmine were the sharpest spearhead of this counteroffensive!

"Roar!" 

Suddenly, two thick streams of acidic liquid poured down from the sky, drenching the Crusaders below. 

The acid ate into their flesh as they screamed in agony, corroding everything it touched until even the bones were shattered and dissolved.

"Two-Headed Dragon Sky Knights!" The Crusaders' momentum faltered. A sky knight riding an wyvern had arrived, and the battle's outcome was about to change. 

The once-spirited Crusaders began to falter, their steps slowing as they desperately dodged the wyvern's flight path.

"Damn it! I forgot about that!" Lavian's face changed instantly, a feeling of helplessness washing over him.

"Not good! It's the enemy's Two-Headed Dragon Sky Knight! Your Highness, we must contain him! Otherwise, our army will collapse!"

The injured Hollin spoke gravely, his eyes fixed on the Two-Headed Dragon flying freely in the sky.

"Roar!" Suddenly, the Two-Headed Dragon let out a fearsome cry, flipping mid-air and diving directly toward the position where Duchess Nyx stood.

"Your Highness! Leave this place! We must protect the Duchess and get her to safety!" Hollin unsheathed his longsword with his healthy right arm, frost settling on his face. 

It was his fault—he had let the guards form a tight ring around the Duchess. 

The enemies in the distance, driving war chariots, might not have noticed the situation, but the sky knight saw it clearly, and this had exposed the Duchess's position! 

Perhaps the Eastern Orcs were not highly cultured or advanced, but the principle of "capture the leader first" was universally understood. 

The Two-Headed Dragon Sky Knight immediately noticed the figure surrounded by guards—there was no doubt that this was the target.

"Bastard! How dare he!" Duchess Nyx's brows shot up in fury, her delicate face flushing with thin anger. 

As a duchess, how could she be in such a predicament? To be hunted by a mere sky knight? The audacity of it all infuriated her.

In truth, she would never know that in the annals of history, she had been hunted not once but eventually impaled by a spear from below and put on display as a trophy at the site where her entire Crusader army had been wiped out…

"Bastard!" Duchess Nyx finally clenched her fist, resolving herself. 

She was only a second-tier mage and couldn't stop a high-tier magical beast like the Two-Headed Dragon, but she was the duchess of a country, bearing the weight of her duchy—even if it was the smallest one!

"Listen to the song of the wind! The heavens play the death march! O wailing winds, follow death's path!" Nyx chanted as she tore apart an ancient, blue scroll in her hands.

Fifth-tier wind magic—Wind Song of Death! Activate!

Visible gusts of azure energy surged out, swirling and twisting... with what seemed like a slow pace, but in reality, it was lightning fast as it moved toward the Two-Headed Dragon. 

The wind howled as it moved, resembling a haunting melody, and yet, there was an eerie sense of calm. But that was just an illusion! 

The Two-Headed Dragon could clearly feel the terrifying power within the azure currents. Before the knight could issue an order, the wyvern instinctively turned and fled. 

It was escaping faster than the pursuers could follow!

Did it work? Duchess Nyx coldly watched the fleeing figure. When a fifth-tier magic locked onto you, normal speed was irrelevant. 

You could only dodge through space manipulation or resist with some other method—running away was not an option unless you were one of those magical beasts that excelled in speed. 

Only then could you possibly escape the magic's tracking range.

As expected, the azure currents silently crawled up the Two-Headed Dragon's body. Despite its enormous size—over twenty meters long—it let out a mournful wail as its heads twisted and thrashed. 

Its dragon power surged out in an attempt to resist the mounting azure winds. The knight on its back was torn apart the moment the energy touched him. 

This wasn't just wind—these were solidified wind elements, tearing through the knight's body.

In reality, wyverns were still dragons, and their magical resistance was formidable. 

Even a Two-Headed Dragon, which had a mixed bloodline, could withstand a high-tier spell for a while. 

But clearly, it wasn't a true dragon, and its magical resistance couldn't match that of a pureblood dragon. 

Even a lesser breed like this Two-Headed Dragon was already showing signs of weakness after enduring a few rounds of high-tier magic. 

The relentless wind elemental force continued to engulf the wyvern's body, and its fragile wings were the first to give way, shredded into pieces. 

Next, its limbs were torn apart, its scales flying as it plummeted from the sky, helpless without its wings.

"Boom!" The ground shook as the massive weight of the wyvern crashed to the earth.

"Roar~" 

The Two-Headed Dragon let out a sorrowful cry, its limbs twisted and shredded by the wind elements, exposing its skeletal structure, yet it still clung to life with incredible stubbornness.

"Poof!" 

The sound of cracking echoed as the dragon's scales, which had once protected its abdomen, were finally breached. Wind elements surged, and its entrails were sent flying.

In other words, this wyvern was beyond saving…

"Ha! It's tough!" Hollin watched the entire process unfold. Even as the Two-Headed Dragon died, its back, neck, and head were still protected by its dragon scales. 

This was the last display of resistance from its dragon bloodline—those scales had enhanced resistance to magic to a terrifying degree.

"Hmph! How dare you target my master! Let's see if you live to tell the tale!" Nyx swung her fist in fury.

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