"Today... we may have no survivors, but history will remember us! We stand by our glory and faith!" Roland shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"Lagrand's flag may fall! The Empire may never be reborn! People may forget your name! But today, I want you to charge with me! To hell! To death! To the end of the world!" Roland's roar was met with a thunderous response.
"For the glory of the empire! Kill!" he cried, raising the Dragon Sword high. The crowd erupted in a frenzy.
"Blow the horn of war! Tell everyone... The Emperor of Lagrand is here!" Roland commanded Carlos.
"Yes, my lord!" Carlos responded, pulling a dragon horn from his armor. The deep, resonant sound of the horn cut through the chaos of the battlefield, capturing everyone's attention, even Azog on Raven Hill.
In the east, under the sunlight, silhouettes appeared on the hills, and a huge golden dragon flag with a red background waved proudly.
"Who are they?" Azog growled, confused.
"It's Lord Lagrand! Roland?" Bard, standing on an observation deck, recognized the flag.
"Oh! It's Sir Roland!" Bilbo exclaimed.
"There's still hope in this battle. The mysterious lord has finally come with an army..." Gandalf smiled, having foreseen this moment.
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"Roland! They're alive!" The dwarves on the walls of Elub City cheered.
"Who are they?" Thranduil asked, unfamiliar with the flag.
"Aha! Children! Reinforcements are here!" Ironfoot Dain roared, seeing the approaching army.
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"Here we are..." Reynold sang softly.
Roland, riding his warhorse, was momentarily stunned. He remembered that "StarSky" had been purchased as Lagrand's battle song to accompany their soldiers.
"Riding the sky, painting the night with sun..." the knights joined in the song.
The horses moved in time with the singing, their hoofbeats becoming brisk. Under Roland and Reynold's lead, 100 Lagrand knights galloped forward. The sacred halo of the knights cast buffs on the infantry and archers.
As the knights moved ahead, Batenian archers on heavily armed shire horses were revealed, followed by rapid infantry in formation, shields and spears at the ready.
In the terrified eyes of their enemies, a dragon's roar echoed through the sky. Carlos joined the fray on his dragon.
"A dragon! No, a four-legged dragon!" Thranduil gasped in shock.
"Ang!" The dragon's storm blade struck the ground, leaving a trail of destruction.
"Kill!" Roland's knights charged into the orc flank, their lances cutting down hundreds of orcs. The iron hooves trampled the remaining orcs, leaving a bloody trail.
Carlos swooped down, his dragon spear piercing the orcs' defenses. Wind-element magic tore through their ranks.
"No!" Azog roared from Raven Hill, watching the battle turn against him.
Carlos continued his aerial assaults, while the knights regrouped and charged again.
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"Accompanied by the battle song, the swift infantry slammed into the orc army, cutting down their enemies. Batenian archers protected the Templar Priest Ivy, their precise shots suppressing the orcs' flanks.
The holy knights, returning from their charge, met the infantry. Roland ordered them towards River Valley City.
"Quickly, to River Valley City!" he commanded.
The swift infantry followed the gap created by the knights, rushing towards the city before the orcs could regroup.
Roland's maneuver stabilized the dwarves' position, but he saw the danger to the human and elf coalition in River Valley City. The swift infantry could reinforce the elven archers, who were vulnerable to the orcs' brute strength.
"Boom boom boom~" The sound of approaching orc reinforcements filled the air.
"My lord! Orc reinforcements are here! At least 20,000!" Kaslow reported, flying past Roland.
"Ang!" Carlos and his dragon fought the war bats of Gundabad.
"Brothers! Form a formation! Stop them!" The swift infantry turned to face the new threat.
"Bang!" The stone wall was smashed open as Thorin Oakenshield and his dwarves broke free of the dragon's curse.
"Kill!" Thorin led the charge, followed by his kin.
"Brother, I've been waiting for you! What took you so long?" Ironfoot Dain greeted Thorin, embracing him joyfully.