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

Chapter 957 Mistaken Identity

"..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo glanced at Oakrian Ryukin with a pained look before decisively drawing his Gale Blade.

"Kill!" Archduke Oakrian Yaso leaped from his saddle. Although he was a brave warrior and could fight on horseback, the gains were too low! With the skill of riding a horse, he could cover two miles on foot!

"Bang!" The shield, wreathed in wind-elemental battle flames, slammed into the orc blocking its path. The vortex of battle flames instantly shattered the orc, leaving only a trail of blood mist! The battle flames covering the Grand Duke's dragon armor instantly scorched the blood mist, leaving not a trace of filth that could touch Grand Duke Okrian Yasso.

"Whoosh!" Okrian Ryukin moved quickly. As Okrian Yasuo spoke, Okrian Ryukin's longsword was already drawn. Then, a bunch of heads flew up. The orc's ferocious face hadn't even figured out what had happened when the sword flashed and the heads fell to the ground.

The severed torsos lay limply on the ground, convulsing. The spasms of the nerves caused these orcs to struggle and wave their arms and legs even after they died. Anyone would feel pity for someone who had been beaten to death, but clearly the Lagrange brutes would not!

After Grand Duke Oakrian Yasor excitedly cleaved an orc in two with his sword, he looked up and realized that the real culprit was actually his own retainer!

What is a Sword Saint? Countless people have countless answers, but essentially, it can be seen as an assassin with increased defense and equal attack power! The only drawback is that the attack is not as stealthy as an assassin's!

"Buzz!" As Oakrian Ryukin's longsword trembled, a strange ripple spread out like waves, and he immediately floated up, holding the sword in one hand and making a strange sword gesture with the other.

"Swordsman Dust Heart!" Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo grinned as he sheathed his sword. He knew these orcs were doomed; no one below the fourth or fifth rank could withstand this soul attack!

"Thump~" A series of thuds rang out. These orcs seemed to be bleeding from all seven orifices as they fell to the ground dead. If you were to cut them open, you would find that their hearts were shattered and their brains were turned into a mess. Although there were no external injuries, they were dead beyond any doubt!

"Tsk! The world is going to the dogs! Orcs are coming here?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso frowned.

"Your Highness, have you forgotten what His Majesty said about the situation?" Okrian Ryukin said helplessly. Before they left, Roland had specifically warned them that the world was no longer what it used to be! The southern territories of the Empire had become a paradise of death and orcs! He was just afraid that the two fools would plunge headlong into it and never come out! The name of Yasuo, the Dragon Aspect, was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, there were even more Ringwraiths of Mordor around him!

"Hey! I didn't forget! I habitually thought this was the southern part of the empire! I was just thinking of going to check out the other noble territories..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso covered his face and laughed awkwardly. It can only be said that habits are hard to break, and he hadn't adapted to this brand new world yet!

“You need to be more careful. Although we two aren’t afraid of being surrounded, you don’t want to be surrounded by that filthy bunch, do you?” Oakrian Ryukin shook his head and sighed.

“You know me too well! Just looking at this stuff makes me sick! Back then, these were all low-class trash! Only elite, heavily armored orcs were worthy of even glancing at me! Now these things can come and show off in front of me!” A layer of frost settled on Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso’s face, and he felt an even deeper understanding of the kingdom’s difficult situation!

“We have to head west! There’s no one here for miles, and the entire south has turned into a wasteland!” Oakrian Ryukin warned Oakrian Yaso, recalling the intelligence Roland had given him.

"I regret it! I should have gone to Palembang along the Swift River to cross the river!" Archduke Oakrian Yaso grumbled, looking at the desolate wasteland.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, at least there are orcs to keep you entertained!" Oakrian Ryukin comforted him, since he had nothing better to do than go and chop down some orcs.

"Let's go! It's not safe here! Those dark slaves could come at any moment!" Grand Duke Okrian Yaso glanced at the orc corpses on the ground and nodded. Roland had specifically warned the two of them not to get caught by the Ringwraiths. During this period, neither side had seen a large-scale emergence of high-end combat forces, and the Ringwraiths were the highest combat force that could appear on the battlefield!

“Okay!” Oakrian Ryukin nodded and mounted his horse again.

"Do you think Norman can manage on his own?" Oakrian Liujin asked anxiously as they walked.

"Trust King Roland! I don't think he's a foolish monarch. You should have reverence for a king! They have their own dignity!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said helplessly to Oakrian Ryukin, who was full of concerns. The nobles of the Lagrange Empire had not yet crossed the line of morality, so they had no worries about entrusting their lives to the king.

"Yes!" Okrian Ryukin had a thousand words to say but could only sigh in the end, choosing to believe that Roland was a true knight!

"...This is..." A figure as black as ink was shrouded in a black robe. He quietly examined the corpse on the ground, and the soul fire in his eyes trembled a few times.

"What a fast blade!" As his dark battle aura surged forth, everything that had happened here instantly began to replay intermittently like a slow-motion film reel, eventually turning into several fragments that were deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Such a swift blade! Such formidable spiritual power!" exclaimed the figure beneath the black robe. The newcomer was none other than Nine-Ringed Uvasa, who felt he had regained his power!

"What a pity! My injuries haven't healed yet! Otherwise, I would definitely have gone to learn from them... Hehehe!" Uvasa laughed wildly, the soul fire in his eyes twisting and flickering eerily, while the war clouds gathering in the sky surged and churned...

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"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Oakrian Ryukin asked curiously, looking at Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso who had stopped.

“Evil is behind us!” Grand Duke Okrian Yasso looked up at the dense dark clouds in the distance, his face grim. Luckily they left early, or they would have already run into them!

"Clang!" Oakrian Ryukin's expression changed, and he immediately drew his longsword and turned his horse around.

"Come back! Let's go!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo glared at Oakrian Ryukin. You idiot! King Roland used the entire power of his "nation" and didn't manage to kill a single one. Is it really appropriate for the two of us to just jump over there and cause a ruckus?

“Oh, oh, oh! I thought you were planning to fight!” Oakrian Ryukin said awkwardly.

"Have you lost your mind from guarding the Great Wall...?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said with a gritted teeth, exasperated.

"Withdraw!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso readily agreed. There's an old saying in Lagrange: "A wise man submits to circumstances." In the current situation, Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso would certainly choose the wise course of action.

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"Oh dear! We just saw Grand Duke Ocrean Yasso off! And there's this commotion on the other side? Could they have been intercepted? I told you not to go this way..." Roland saw the rolling dark clouds on the other side of the river from the castle and immediately recognized them as the work of the Ringwraiths.

(End of this chapter)