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

Chapter 782 Surrounded
“They have a dragon rider general and a dragon knight. Their presence on the battlefield means we are doomed to heavy casualties! Marching through the snowy night is the only option!” Uvasa’s soul fire flickered a few times, revealing his inner turmoil. If it weren’t for the deterrent effect of the high-end combat power of the Kingdom of Lagrang, he wouldn’t be in this situation.
However, the darkness and snow did indeed serve as camouflage for these Dongyi chariot warriors! These Dongyi chariot warriors, draped in white linen, were difficult to spot while marching through the snowy fields. In addition, the wind and snow would conceal the traces they left while marching at night, so even dragon knights would not easily detect their presence!

"So we're just going to watch them act like tyrants?" several high-level professionals from the Eastern Yi chariot race said coldly.

"Quiet down, they won't be smug for long!" Uvasa said coldly, casting his gaze towards the distant north.

……

a few days ago.

"Thorin! Those orcs have broken free from us!" Dvalin gasped.

"Where did they go?" Thorin gripped the Beastbite Sword stained with orc blood, his eyes narrowed with a fierce glint. He exuded a terrifying aura. With the help of the dwarven national treasure, the Arkenstone, Thorin officially stepped into the sixth tier and became a hegemon!
“They ran southeast! That’s the Iron Hills area!” Dwarin thought to himself.

"Where is Dain?" Thorin's fierce aura faltered, and for a moment he didn't know why these orcs were sending themselves to their deaths.
"Do they think they're so funny? Marching in the dead of winter?" Thorin asked, somewhat dazed and puzzled. He didn't understand why a few orc overlords would bring tens of thousands of orcs on a winter's trip. Thorin had been prepared to fight to the death, but before he could even notify the other countries of the Northern Alliance, the orcs decisively broke off contact with the dwarves, leaving behind nearly a thousand corpses before running away.

“Who knows! But the Dragonhawk Knights have already gone to Ironhill Ridge! They won’t be able to launch a sneak attack!” Kili said to Thorin.

"Do we need to support Ironhill?" Philip looked at the scattered orc corpses and then at his uncle.

"No! Send Dragonhawk Riders to keep an eye on them! Have Ironhill Ridge prepare its defenses!" Thorin dismissed the orcs' idea of ​​open-field combat after only a moment's thought. After all, trading the worthless lives of orcs for the lives of dwarves was a huge loss for Thorin. The Longbeard Clan didn't have many members left; Thorin would save as many as he could. As long as the orcs didn't provoke them, Thorin could completely ignore them! Besides, with the Ironhill Ridge Kingdom's fortifications, even if the orcs attacked, they'd be more than capable of taking it down! It wasn't that Thorin underestimated them; even given a year, they wouldn't be able to break through!

“Okay! Then we’ll keep a close eye on them!” Dvalin nodded.

"By the way, should we notify the Kingdom of Lagrange?" Devalin suddenly thought of the Kingdom of Lagrange in the south.

"Are the orcs heading in their direction?" Thorin asked.

“No, they’re in the southwest! The orcs went to the southeast!” Devalin said decisively.

"Then there's no need to disturb them. They need a rest after years of fighting!" Thorin waved his hand. The Northern Territory had seen the contributions the Kingdom of Lagrang had made to the Alliance. It was no exaggeration to say that awarding the Kingdom of Lagrang the title of the Northern Territory's Best Fighter was absolutely not an exaggeration. Thorin thought that there was no need to trouble the Kingdom of Lagrang with such a trivial matter. Little did he know that this caused Roland and his group, who were far away in Lagrang City, to misjudge the situation. They were completely unaware that a force of orcs had been sent from the north!
……

"These bastards!" Dain spat out a mouthful of blood as he watched the fleeing orcs. He had just fought an orc overlord, trading blows for his life. Thanks to his superior dwarven equipment, Dain, despite being slashed in the chest, smashed the orc overlord's shoulder with his hammer. Had the orc not dodged quickly, its head would have been blown off. "What happened to them?" Dain wondered, trying to stop his bleeding as he watched the panicked orc army retreat.

Dain was genuinely shocked when he learned that the orcs were about to arrive at his doorstep. In all the years he had lived in Middle-earth, he had rarely seen the "Great Lovers" marching and fighting in winter! Even if there were, it wouldn't be the orcs!

Initially filled with apprehension, Dain noticed the orcs charging recklessly, ignoring the Ironhill dwarves. His intuition compelled him to take them down! Moreover, thanks to the insights and catalysts gained from the recent life-or-death battle, Dain, who had long remained at the peak of the fifth tier, successfully ascended to the throne of the Overlord! The dwarves suddenly possessed two sixth-tier Overlords! This was undoubtedly a powerful boost for the gradually declining dwarves!

"Are the orcs crazy? Coming to the wasteland for tourism in the dead of winter?" Dain looked at his adjutant, scratching his head. With the intelligence of a dwarf, he really couldn't understand it.

"Could it be the Ringwraiths of Mordor summoning them?" Dain's lieutenant joked, never expecting that the truth was hidden in the lie. Mordor, which had no shortage of orcs, summoning northern orcs southward was a joke to others, but ironically, it was the truth!

"My God! Mordor is short of orcs? That's like hearing the Ringwraiths have reformed! If Mordor summoned them, I'd eat my iron boots!" At this moment, Daede was like an old general standing on a theatrical stage, his back covered in flags...

"Never mind them, the King of the Mountain has already fought them! We've killed at least 3000 of them in our two interceptions, and with the weather, they've lost at least 5000!" Dain's adjutant sneered, uttering a chilling number!

In fact, this group of northern orcs was gathered by the Gombard orcs in the vast northern wasteland. Initially, there were more than 30,000 of them, but after passing through Dain's defenses, there were less than 10,000 left.

This army, which had been overlooked by everyone, was now like a sharp dagger thrusting into the back of Lagrange City. This army, which no one paid attention to, was about to give Roland a "surprise"!
……

"Your Majesty!" Duke Giorstedia rushed in anxiously.

“Duke Joelsteria, speak slowly…” Roland comforted him, supporting him.

"Something terrible has happened! Lord Caslo and Lord Weiss have each discovered an orc army! One army has already crossed the river upstream to the north bank! The other is currently stationed on our side!" Duke Joelster exclaimed anxiously.

"Have you ascertained the exact troop deployment?" Roland asked, frowning.

“No, the legion Lord Caslo discovered could only be roughly identified as a complete orc legion! The details were unclear, and it was dispersed by heavy crossbowmen! The legion Lord Weiss discovered, however, was clearly visible. It was at least led by a Tier 6 leader, a complete orc legion of ten thousand men! It possessed several heavy crossbowmen! Whether it had black arrows is unknown…” Duke Joelster explained.

"Because Lord Weiss's dragon has dragon armor, those ordinary heavy crossbows can't penetrate it! The black arrows are also much less of a threat to him, so Lord Weiss can see more clearly," Duke Joelster explained to Roland. What he didn't mention was that Weiss retreated because he had been shot by a black arrow. Although it hadn't pierced the dragon armor, it still terrified Weiss. Originally, Weiss wanted to use a forbidden spell to cleanse the area, but he obediently retreated back into the city. Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee how many black arrows would be aimed at him during the long and tedious pre-cast animation of the dragon language forbidden spell...