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

Chapter 790 High-Level Melee
"..." The two Ringwraiths exchanged a glance, as if Maple Forest Orchid had a serious illness. Then, without saying a word, two black beams shot towards Maple Forest Orchid, one aimed straight for her throat and the other for her chest. The sharp spear beams sent chills down one's spine.

"Unrepentant..." Maple Forest Orchid frowned. The local Black Knights were truly impolite, showing no regard for martial ethics whatsoever!
"Clang!" Maple Forest Orchid advanced instead of retreating, its Dragon Slayer Sword arcing upwards to deflect the spear that Seven-Ring Atunarfi was thrusting at its neck. Then, it swung its hands in a wide arc and chopped down the spear that Eight-Ring Akhorn was thrusting at its chest, sending it crashing to the ground.

"Buzz!" A faint light flashed across Maple Forest Orchid's Dragon Slayer Sword. Then, Maple Forest Orchid placed the Dragon Slayer Sword on her shoulder armor and began to spin. The Dragon Slayer Sword on her shoulder armor was turned into a spinning top. Maple Forest Orchid could make the height of the sword fluctuate by slightly adjusting the hilt. However, the Ringwraiths dared not ignore this "little spinning top" that was swinging a three-meter-long sword beam. Seven Ringwraiths and Eight Ringwraiths were forced to retreat step by step as they resisted the spinning Dragon Slayer Sword. It seemed that they were being suppressed by Maple Forest Orchid alone.

"Clang!" The sound of weapons clashing suddenly echoed across the battlefield. Under the sunlight, Darian Nightblade silently appeared from the air. Holding Garuda's "Despicable Acts," Darian Nightblade was slightly embarrassed. He had ambushed Bajie but was pulled out by Jiujie halfway. After all, the spatial element is a deadly counter to assassins!
“Um… I said I was just passing by…” Darian Nightblade and Uvasa’s Soulfire exchanged an awkward glance.

"Tear!" Before Darian Nightblade could finish speaking, a spatial rift was torn open by Uvasa. The dense spatial rifts directly blocked all of Darian Nightblade's paths, leaving him with no choice but to fight a desperate battle.

"You little darling!" Darian Nightblade flicked his wrist, and the sharp Garuda blocked the incoming spatial blade. Then, Darian Nightblade lunged forward, pulling the Ringwraith into his arms, and suddenly raised his left arm—Assassin's Skill! Elbow Strike! Activated!
"Thump!" The elbow pad, flashing with white light, slammed directly into Uvasa's chest! Uvasa froze instantly, and hissing black smoke, purified by the light-elemental battle aura, rose from his body.

Successfully launched! The elbow strike caused a stun and intimidation! Darian Nightblade's eyes lit up. He could no longer entangle with Uvasa. He ducked and prepared to slip away from Uvasa's side.

"Crack!" Darian Nightblade raised an eyebrow and slashed with Garuda to parry the spatial blade coming from behind. Uvasa, realizing what was happening, naturally didn't want to give up on Darian Nightblade, who was already trapped. However, Darian Nightblade, this Creed assassin, was somewhat different; he had learned a parrying skill rarely seen among assassins. (After all, no assassin engages in positional warfare, right? They'd just strike and run, what's the point of parrying...?)
"..." Uvasa stared blankly as Darian Nightblade, who had calmly received his attack without even pausing, disappeared into thin air. He was utterly dumbfounded, and for the first time, he felt disgusted by a human heart.

"Help..." Darian Nightblade's cries for help still lingered in the air. At this moment, Uvasa felt a chill run down her spine. Don't you Lagrang Kingdoms have any normal professionals?
"Boom!" Caught off guard, Uvasa only had time to raise his longsword to block his chest before being sent flying again.

"Whoosh~" Valve appeared, his body engulfed in flames. He swung his fiery sword Manicati, his eyes gleaming.

"Is he dead? If he is, just say so?" Verway asked calmly.

"Squeak!" A sound came from behind Valway, and Darian Nightblade emerged from behind him, his eyes filled with caution and lingering fear!
"Safis, where are you..." Uvasa roared. He was being constantly attacked by the mob, and his own high-ranking professionals were nowhere to be seen. This made Uvasa very angry. He turned his head to look for Safis's figure, but his words were cut short because he had just made eye contact with the Frost Giant Wolf whose mouth had been crooked by the Holy Scripture.

"Roar!" Enraged, Safis brandished his battle sword and furiously hacked at Charl Prowler. Charl Prowler, equally unyielding, wielded a warhammer in one hand and a holy book in the other, slapping the Frostwolf's mouth while simultaneously hammering Safis's head, thoroughly enjoying himself. "What a good man!" Uvasa thought, deeply moved. The image of Safis, who had bravely sacrificed himself to stop the relentless pest, had become incredibly noble in Uvasa's eyes. For no other reason than that Charl Prowler was someone the Ringwraiths would vomit at the sight of.

At this moment, Safis was also filled with rage and malice, simply because this stubborn bastard was too difficult to deal with. It was true that the other party couldn't kill him, but he also couldn't break through the charlatan's defenses! Besides, the blond charlatan's hits really hurt!
"Bald monk! You're asking for death!" After being slapped in the face with a holy book, Safis completely erupted. Charlie Pros's not-so-thick blond hair became the target of Safis's attack, instantly igniting Charlie Pros's rage.

"What the hell are you talking about, you son of a bitch?" Charlie Pross stared in disbelief as he slammed his hammer into Safis, sending him flying. He hated being compared to those bald papal bastards who played with Brokeback Mountain; he served the Dragon God, not the Papacy!
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"Something's wrong!" Darian Nightblade cried out in alarm. The next second, a heavy hammer slammed into his breastplate, and Darian Nightblade spat out a mouthful of blood before flying away.

"Clang!" Omsk dodged and blocked the attacker, helping Darian Nightblade to fend off the pursuers.

"High-level orc and Dongyi professionals are coming up!" Adolf Heinrich on the city wall frowned, his whole demeanor turning sour, because he sensed at least five sixth-tier professionals!
"Damn it! Are they done for?" Verway was holding off two Eastern Barbarian warriors who had suddenly attacked him, and he was completely overwhelmed!
"Hiss!" Darian Nightblade gasped, clutching his wounded arm as he retreated into the light to hide. Just now, a hero from the Eastern Barbarian chariot had interrupted his backstab!
"By the Dragon God! How did these heretics climb to the sixth rank?" Charlie Prous, suppressed by Safis and an orc overlord, could only desperately defend himself.

"Roar!" Vili also found a new opponent, a sixth-tier behemoth druid from the Dongyi people! A huge bear and Vili began to fight. Although the behemoth druid was no match for Vili, Vili, suppressed by the anti-air skill, did not have any overwhelming advantage.

“Four Dongyi people at level six! Two warriors! One hero! One behemoth druid! And a new orc overlord!” Adolf Heinrich narrowed his eyes. On the kingdom’s side, the only high-level combatants left who hadn’t yet joined the battle were himself and Caslo.

"I'll go first!" Seeing Charlie Pros retreating steadily and realizing that he was being beaten so badly that he couldn't even fight back, Caslow decisively jumped down.

"Roar!" Kaldor remained steadfast on the city wall, using his dragon breath to clear out the remaining soldiers.

"Kill!" The orcs and Dongyi people below the city wall bypassed the battlefield of the high-level professionals and rushed towards the city wall, charging with ladders in a frenzy.