"Thorin!" Roland nodded when he saw Thorin rushing out.
"Sir, on behalf of the Durin clan and the King under the Mountain, I thank you!" Thorin said faithfully.
"You're welcome. After all, we have a contract." Roland pretended to be calm and said. Thorin didn't know that if there hadn't been an accident with Renault, Roland would have planned to run away with his men.
"Azog!" Thorin Oakenshield gritted his teeth as he looked towards Raven Hill.
"Give up. We don't have the ability to rush over yet." Roland looked at the tired dwarves around him.
The kind-hearted Ivy was holding up her staff at this moment, and white light representing healing poured down from the top of the staff. In an instant, the dwarves within a hundred meters felt lighter and their wounds healed quickly.
Roland immediately looked at Ivy with a higher opinion. Wow, a range-type healing spell. He had found a treasure. Even among the third-level temple priests, those who possessed large-scale healing spells were very rare. It seemed that he had to protect them well in the future. If he taught a few more apprentices, he could form a medical team that all possessed range-type healing magic.
"Roland! Can you lead the knights to fight off the orcs and send me and my men to Raven Hill?" Thorin asked Roland anxiously.
"Impossible! The orc reinforcements from Gangbada have arrived! I can't send you there to die!" Roland said, turning his head to look at Raven Ridge in the distance.
"Puff!" Roland's eyes suddenly widened. What did he see? The Torrent Infantry had actually given up on heading for the walled Dale City and turned to rush towards Raven Ridge, where the orcs were pouring in.
"Rush out! Rescue our brothers!" Roland's eyes immediately turned red when he saw it.
"My lord! Your Majesty! My king!" Renault hurried over and grabbed Roland's reins.
"Renault! Do you want to disobey my orders again?" Roland narrowed his eyes and said coldly, tightening his grip on the Dragon Slaying Sword.
"Sir! Don't question the professionalism of the Lagran soldiers! They just made the most correct choice!" Renault said painfully. Having seen life and death, he knew what the Torrent Infantry were going to do at this moment. They were going to stop the Orc reinforcements, even if there were only 300 of them.
"Only by quickly eliminating these scum in front of us can we have hope of victory! Only then can we save them!" Renault said sincerely, pulling Roland.
"I have to save my people first!" Roland rushed out of the formation regardless of anything.
"But! Even if we rush out, we can't bring them back! They are infantry..." Renault said in a daze.
"The Knights of Holy Glory! Target: Kill all these damned orcs!" Roland's face was grim. He knew that what Renault said was right. Only by quickly eliminating these troublesome orcs in front of him could he rescue the Swift Infantry.
"Kill!" A gap was opened in the dwarf's shield formation. Roland led the knights and rushed out first. The dwarves behind him, led by Thorin, also launched a counterattack.
"They fight for the king." Gandalf, who was paddling while throwing fireballs, smiled approvingly.
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"Tiger!" The first row of fast-moving infantrymen bent their right hands holding guns backwards and then suddenly stretched out.
"Puchi~" The sound of the gun tip entering the flesh continued.
"Ah~" Many orcs wailed in pain while holding the barrels of their lances.
"Puff!" The Stream Infantryman spun around and pulled back his gun. The orc who was stabbed was immediately drained of all his strength and fell limply to the ground.
"Captain! There are too many orcs! If we don't find a solution, we will be surrounded!" A torrent infantryman said anxiously as he looked at the orc reinforcements coming over the mountain like a tide.
"Brothers! Are you afraid of death?"
"Don't be afraid!" everyone said in unison.
"Then in the name of the Rapids! Charge! For our home! For the Rapids! For the King!"
The torrent infantry raised their lances and formed a torrent formation and actually strode forward. The sudden counterattack caught the orcs off guard and instantly brought the orc army to a standstill.
"Oh! God, are they crazy?" A dwarf was shocked by the charge of the Torrent Infantry just after he dealt with his opponent.
"Oh my God! How did they do it?" Bard, who was leading the townspeople in the Valley City to fight to the death, was also shocked by the small phalanx in the distance.
"..." Roland was stunned when he saw the charging soldiers in the distance. His warhorse, without its master's urging, slowly stopped and wandered aimlessly on the battlefield.
The figure in front of me and the scene in my memory slowly overlapped...
The Lord of the Rings, Fifth Age 2375.
The Dark Alliance is approaching the city of Lagran. The once bustling imperial capital is now heavily guarded. The empire's only six remaining dragon knights gather on the city wall, their gazes fixed on the dark clouds in the distant sky, feeling indescribably depressed... Those are not dark clouds, but war bats!
At the gate's Wengcheng, 30 Lagran Royal Guard Paladins commanded 10,000 members of the Lagran Empire Knights and stood quietly. They were as motionless as sculptures, as if frozen in this space and time.
Emperor Gary Karl silently stood on the battlements of the city wall, gazing into the distance. The nine walls of Lagran City were filled with Lagran-style city guards. Sages had entered the tall mage tower, and priests had emerged from the temple, weaving among the soldiers...
"Let's start the war. The survival of Lagrande depends on this battle!" Emperor Charlemagne said dejectedly. Under his rule, the empire had lost a large amount of territory in the south, and now even the capital was under siege.
"Boom~" The huge dragon gate opened, and the knights of the Imperial Knights, led by the Royal Guard Paladins of Lagran, rushed out first. An exciting dragon roar sounded in the sky, and the last dragon knights of Lagran rode their dragons into the sky.
The Empire's Afterglow...
"Speed up!" Raynor, the then Governor of the North, rode on the Holy Light Pegasus and flew above everyone's heads. Behind him were millions of player NPC coalition forces.
"Oh my god!" That was the first time Roland had witnessed such a grand spectacle. The noble blood of the dragon knight flew across the sky, the unyielding spirit of the paladin fell to the ground, and the once rare sage-level mage was easily beheaded by an ordinary orc. The priests of the temple shuttled across the battlefield, and elves, dwarves, treants, and other human allies rushed in from all directions...
At that moment, Roland witnessed a scene he would never forget. The Swiftwater infantry, from Swiftwater City and along the Swiftwater River, formed into a phalanx of 30 men abreast and 10 columns, chanting war songs as they charged the Dark Alliance's ranks one after another. With their perfectly aligned march, thousands of Swiftwater infantrymen, like the waters of the Swiftwater River, lashed frantically against the demon and orc defenses. Their reckless charge allowed Raynor's troops to rip through their lines and, at the last moment, burst into the crumbling city of Lagran, stabilizing its defenses.
In that battle, of the 500,000 Flood Infantrymen who followed Raynor into Lagran City, fewer than a thousand remained... They all fell on the charge. The outer walls of Lagran City were littered with the remains of the Flood Infantrymen, clad in blue and green steel armor. With their mortal bodies, they had bravely confronted an army of professionals...
Tears filled my eyes. Tears flowed silently.
The familiar figure from the past now merged with the present... Roland looked at the green sliver swimming upstream in the black tide, and vaguely seemed to see a phalanx of rapid currents surrounding them...
"Those are the heroic spirits of the Rapid River..." Roland murmured.
Amid the roars of the swift infantry, they advanced alone, yet it seemed they were not alone. Their forefathers were still with them, forming a neat formation and marching in unison... Ahead of them, the towering shadow of Lagrande City was faintly visible...
"For Lagrang!" Just as in memory, the Lagrang Empire's torrent infantry are still reliable.
The sound of lances snapping and shields shattering rang out... Sharp swords pierced their bodies, heavy hammers smashed their helmets. They might fall, but they would never stop advancing. From time to time, a torrent of infantry fell, and the people behind them immediately filled the gap. After the lances broke, they drew their maces and swung them vigorously...
Roland trembled all over, but he was helpless. He could only watch his own soldiers die on the battlefield, just as he had watched the Torrent Infantrymen die under the city of Lagrande...
"No!" Roland wailed in grief and anger when the last Tide Infantryman was drowned.
They kept their oath, and the last of the world's torrent infantry... perished.