The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1059: Survival with Broken Arm
At first, the longsword remained calm, but the moment Okrian Ryukin swung it, the battle aura runes superimposed on it suddenly appeared, forming a huge array of battle aura flames behind Okrian Ryukin, just like a sage casting a forbidden spell, as dazzling and conspicuous as a magic circle cast by a mage!

"Whoosh!" There was no deafening sound, only the tearing sound of paper being cut, but Grand Duke Okrian Yaso knew that the sound came from the space around him...

The cyan sword light was neither wide nor long, appearing somewhat inconspicuous amidst the commotion just now. However, the sword marks it left behind were incredibly clear, indicating that it wasn't acting on the real world! Through them, one could even see specks of starlight! That was a sign that the dimensional barrier had been cleaved open!
"It's over!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso stepped aside to avoid being caught in the aftershocks. He watched as the azure sword light pierced straight towards the cunning orc overlord. This time, with no foothold in mid-air, he would finally have nowhere to escape!
All of this seemed to take a long time, but in reality it happened in the blink of an eye. Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo sidestepped to avoid the effects of the spatial ripples and watched as the half-orc overlord, who was momentarily stunned by the skill, was struck by Oakrian Ryukin's fatal blow.

"Phew..." Oakrian Ryukin breathed a sigh of relief. He felt much better now. After running for so long, he finally managed to kill this guy! It wasn't that Oakrian Ryukin was arrogant, but he didn't believe that the Sword Saint's sixth-tier skill, Stone Shattering, could be blocked by any skill except the rule-based skills after Sword Dance and Charge were fully stacked. As for equipment, that was even more impossible. How could a nobody on the street be equipped with equipment of epic level or higher?
"Ah!" The mournful scream sounded like heavenly music to the ears of Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso and the other man. In the end, Meige Lanxinghai could not avoid Oakrian Liujin's sure-kill attack.

"Wait a minute?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso frowned, looking at the figure being shattered in mid-air by the sword light.

"Not good! Chase after him!" Before Okrian Yasuo could even shout, Okrian Ryujin dashed off like a whirlwind...

Blood mist filled the air, but Meige Lanxinghai laughed. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, looking eerie and ferocious. His left arm had disappeared, and the wound was forcibly closed under the cover of earth element. He used the terrifying spatial fluctuations of that sword strike to plummet straight into the Anduin River...

"He survived!" Mei Ge Lan Xinghai took one last look at the two people rushing towards him, as if trying to memorize their figures!

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"Damn it! They didn't even kill them?" Grand Duke Okrian Yasso was furious. He had been so confident of victory, but now he felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face by an orc, and his face was flushed red.

“It’s a sprint! We were too arrogant!” Oakrian Ryukin said bitterly, looking at the surging Anduin River.

"Sprint?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso was taken aback, then his expression turned even more grim.

“Yes, we were on guard against his long-range spatial teleportation, but we forgot about the warrior's basic skills... A sixth-tier overlord's dash skill is no less powerful than a short-range spatial teleport!” Okrian Ryukin closed his eyes. The only difference between the two was that teleportation was a spatial displacement, while dashing amplified one's movement speed through battle aura. In other words, that sixth-tier orc ran away on two legs...

“Although he hasn’t completely escaped the killing range of the spatial fluctuations caused by the Stone Shattering Space, he’s no longer fatal…” Oakrian Ryukin said silently. Trading an arm for a life is an incredibly worthwhile exchange!

"He was lucky..." Grand Duke Okrian Yaso patted Okrian Ryukin on the shoulder to comfort him. "That wasn't luck, it was the result of years of scheming on the edge of life and death. The only thing that escaped his calculations was probably the power of my sword strike. If it weren't for the sword dance and the buildup, he would have escaped unscathed by now!" Okrian Ryukin smiled bitterly. After all, if it were really luck, this half-orc overlord would have died long ago from their pursuit. His escape was entirely due to his strength and experience.

"Don't worry, he won't get far! He'd better not run away from Mordor!" Archduke Oakrian Yasso snorted. In Roland's lifetime, Lagrange would definitely have a "no-rules free elbowing contest" with Mordor, and the outcome would be uncertain!

“Let’s go! Let’s go back. His Majesty Chewu is still waiting for us in the city!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso shook his head, breaking the somber atmosphere.

……

"What are the casualties, Count Lemon?" When Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso and his companion returned, the battle in Lemon City had already ended. Nearly three hundred wolf riders and several thousand orcs wandering the wasteland remained there. The purplish-black blood had turned the snow inside and outside the city into mud, and the stench of blood could be smelled from miles away. The two men, having found Count Lemon, immediately inquired about the casualties.

"It's terrible! The territory is basically wrecked! There are hundreds of casualties among the militia and soldiers, and hundreds of people died on the spot..." Count Lemon's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Although most of the dead were militiamen conscripted from the herdsmen, they were all valuable young and strong laborers! Such heavy casualties were enough to make this already poor count suffer greatly.

"It's alright, as long as the city is defended, there's a future! After this battle, this place will at least be peaceful for a few years!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso comforted him. He could only say that the Rohan people fought well. In the absence of many professionals, they were able to achieve a positive casualty ratio in a meat grinder against the wolf riders, which was already a testament to their fierce nature.

"We'll have to trouble Your Excellencies to guide us in building the city. Without any defenses, we'll be at a huge disadvantage in a fight..." Earl Lemon said with a heavy heart. After the fierce battle with the orcs, the boy dared not mention the Rohan Hussars again. If it weren't for Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's plan to allow the Hussars to wait in the city and then engage in open battle according to the Rohans' own custom, Earl Lemon would have already declared himself without mobility.

“Yes, we will stay here for a while.” Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso did not refuse. After all, Roland had asked him to help strengthen the two southern kingdoms to cause trouble for Mordor. He couldn’t just leave halfway through, could he? Otherwise, wouldn’t this battle have been fought for nothing? Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso quickly sketched out a future plan in his mind. After all, as a former Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory of the Empire, managing such a small earldom was a piece of cake. To be honest, the difficulty of governing it was not as great as that of the border barondoms during the Empire’s era.

"Clear all the corpses out first! Leave the humans for separate burials, and find a place to cremate the orcs. Otherwise, the city won't have enough priests when the plague strikes!" Grand Duke Okrian Yaso suggested, smelling the pungent stench of blood. In areas without a well-developed priestly system, a true plague is essentially an invisible curse! It could quickly turn a small town into a death trap! Especially given the current poor sanitation in the Lemon Territory…

“No problem! You’re right!” Earl Lemon agreed wholeheartedly. He quickly ordered the civilians who were cleaning up the miscellaneous items to prioritize dealing with the corpses and put the other tasks aside for later.

(End of this chapter)