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

Chapter 739 Murderous Intent

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Several whooshing sounds instantly attracted the attention of Caslo and Dos Anthony. What made them furious was that several heavy crossbows were vaguely following behind the orc group. The black light that had just flashed made them feel a chill from head to toe.

"Black Arrow! Vili! Pull up!" Caslow turned and shouted, then swooped down with Dos Anthony.

"Roar!" With three dragon roars, the surging dragon power within the dragon's body burst forth, forming a huge circular dragon power shield that enveloped them. Caslo and Dos Anthony, who were swooping down, instantly turned their eyes into vertical pupils. With the enhancement of their dragon eyes, the two easily spotted the heavy crossbows of the orc team, which looked like targets. Then, with perfect coordination, the two pounced on their respective targets.

"Whoosh!" A gust of wind swept past the two dragon knights. Clearly, the unskilled orcs of the wasteland could not hit the two dragon knights at all, and the crossbow bolts flew past the two of them.

However, Caslo noticed out of the corner of his eye that the crossbow bolt that had just flown past was not a black arrow. This instantly alerted Caslo, but the chill that emanated from his soul remained, as if a black arrow was being aimed at him from the shadows.

"Boom!" Two surging dragon breaths instantly returned the orc and the heavy crossbow to their factory settings. Amidst the flying blood mist, Caslo frowned, relying on his keen senses.

"No! They're not using black arrows! There's an ambush!" Caslo exclaimed, his face turning deathly pale. The black arrows they fired at the beginning were just bait to lure them in! These orc heavy crossbowmen only had one black arrow in total.

"Raise!" Dos Anthony roared. No dragon knight was a fool; Caslo only needed to say one sentence for Dos Anthony to understand his meaning. Then, he suddenly realized that he and Caslo had unknowingly fallen into a trap. To accurately attack these heavy crossbows, their dragons had to slow down and descend... and altitude was the lifeline of a dragon knight! As long as there was altitude, they couldn't give up! And now... they were very close to the ground!
"Pfft!" Before Dos Anthony could finish speaking, he watched helplessly as Caslow across from him instantly turned into a bloody mess!
A black arrow from the dense forest pierced through Kaldor's chest from below, and dragon blood gushed out like a spring, instantly turning Caslo into a blood-soaked figure!
"Roar!" Kaldor howled in agony. His protective dragon shield proved ineffective against the black arrows specifically designed to counter dragons. The arrow, which pierced his wing root and exited through his shoulder, pierced right through his defenses. However, a prepared dragon wouldn't be easily harmed by black arrows, but unfortunately, there was more than one aimed at him! Only one of the three incoming arrows successfully broke through his defenses and hit its mark, but that one hit was enough to render the dragon incapable of fighting…

Watching the Storm Dragon, spewing scalding blood, sway precariously in the sky before finally crashing into the dense forest, its fate unknown, Dos Anthony instantly entered a state of red-hot temperature.

"Roar!" The Dragon Language magic Thunderous Might was suddenly unleashed, and thousands of bolts of lightning crashed down from the sky. Fire and lightning flashed and clashed in the dense forest, turning a large number of orcs hidden in the jungle into charred remains!
"Roar!" The dying orc elites roared in despair. Their bodies were engulfed in flames as they dragged their charred bodies out of the jungle and charged fiercely toward Windhelm Town, intending to fight to the death!
"Dragon God! Why is it Caslo again?" Renault stared in surprise at Kaldo, who had been hit by a black arrow. How many times had he been shot by a black arrow? Any other dragon would have died long ago after being shot so many times. The wind dragon is really tough!

"Damn it! Defend the town!" Renault turned to the crowd and then jumped off the city wall, mounted his warhorse, and charged out of the city. Caslo had already "fallen from the dragon"! This attack was more ferocious than ever before! Even the thick-skinned dragon lay dead in a pool of blood, making Renault feel like he'd been tricked.

"Open the gate! I'm going to help him! Caslo has fallen!" Renault roared, riding up to the city gate with a menacing air.

"By the Dragon God! Open the door!" Ismir trembled, completely terrified. At this moment, his values ​​and worldview collapsed! The invincible Dragon Knight in his eyes had actually fallen from the sky? This was more painful than death for him. Ismir, completely lost, trembled as he ordered his men to open the door and let them through.

"Defend the town! Protect the people! Do not bring shame upon the kingdom's nobles! Lagrange's descendants! Hold the line! Light the beacon towers, General Lafit Anthony will save us!" Renault roared at the garrison as he rode out of the city.

...Boom! The enormous scythe, formed from the power of death, slashed down and crashed violently into the protective dragon power shield of the Thunder Dragon Kurt, producing a piercing cutting and exploding sound.

"Damn Ringwraith! I curse your ancestors..." Dos Antony in his red-warm state was incredibly terrifying. He had just wanted to help Caslo check on him when he was stopped in his tracks by this Ringwraith who crawled out of the gutter.

"Beast!" A massive lightning spear cleaved down, shattering the Death Scythe into pieces.

“…” Cernar, standing silently in the void, did not speak but calmly raised his scythe and swung it at Dos Anthony.

"Whoosh!" The enraged Dos Anthony was just about to ride his dragon to meet the attack when he suddenly pulled on the dragon's reins and did a somersault to dodge a sharp black arrow.

"Damn dwarves!" Dos Anthony gritted his teeth. Dwarves are such good allies! The Black Arrow lost thousands of years ago is still proving useful!

……

"Caslo!" Renault shouted anxiously, slashing down the approaching orc vanguard and driving them away.

“Renault! We…we’ve been tricked! The previous ones were all bait! They were just wandering orcs dressed in orc army uniforms…those bastards tricked us!” Caslo coughed up blood in pain as he spoke intermittently.

In the instant he was shot down, everything became clear to him. The Ringwraiths' carefully orchestrated scheme wasn't aimed at Ismir's frontier territory, but at them, the dragon riders who had come to reinforce them. Their target was probably them, the dragon riders! Once he understood this, everything that had happened before became crystal clear! No wonder the orcs were so listless, no wonder their morale was so low, no wonder they… were so easily defeated… they really were just cannon fodder! The elite troops and the Ringwraiths were lurking behind them, waiting for their chance to strike!

They lured these cannon fodder, like small fish, into the trap step by step. They fully grasped the psychology of humans, using this group of flesh and blood bait to lead them from the safe kingdom into this trap they had chosen long ago. Their target has always been the dragon knights!

Caslo gave a bitter smile, revealing his abdomen to Renault. A black arrow, shot from the dragon's back, had pierced straight into Caslo's abdomen and emerged from his back. This time, the sharp black arrow not only pierced through Kaldor but also pierced through his knight.

“What will destroy us… is not our enemies, but our pride and prejudice…” Caslo slowly closed his eyes and slumped onto the dragon saddle.

Giving away candy, giving away candy, so sweet! I only had a bowl of noodles for my birthday yesterday, so today I'm giving away candy to give back to everyone, hahaha.