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

Chapter 142 Grattan Plains

“Your Majesty, Omske is willing to offer his loyalty to you!” Omske went straight to the city walls, dismounted, and knelt on one knee humbly.

"..." Verway

"..." Yun Feng.

"Lagrange Dragon Emblem! His plate armor looks very similar to that of the Teutonic Knights!" The defenders on the city wall quickly noticed the cloak that was moving without wind behind him and the peculiar style of plate armor.

"Grandmaster of the Teutonic Knights, Omsk, requests an audience with His Majesty the King!" Seeing no response from the city walls, Omsk calmly whispered, his voice low yet clear, as if he were speaking in everyone's ear, and everyone in the entire city of Swiftstream heard him.

"Open the city gates and let him in!" Roland turned and walked down the city wall.

Roland's action instantly elevated him in everyone's eyes. To them, it was the perfect display of confidence and kingly demeanor. Roland, who already knew that the person coming was one of their own, was unaware that this unintentional action had earned him countless points.

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"Welcome, hero Omsk!" Roland received Omsk in a newly cleared reception room.

“Your Highness, it is my honor to fight for you!” Omske said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll need your help in the future. Our situation isn't safe. The orcs and other enemies from the dark faction are still watching us closely, waiting for us to make a mistake so they can deliver a fatal blow!" Roland sighed. To be honest, the location of Swiftstream City was really bad. Being attacked from three sides put them in a very passive position. So Roland could only try his best to strengthen his own strength to block any possible attacks.

“Where your will leads, my sword will follow!” Omske knelt on one knee and pounded his chest.

"Hmm, you must be tired after your arrival, Caslo! Take him down to rest. Tonight I'm going to host a banquet to welcome Omsk back!" Roland showed great importance to his first true sixth-tier combatant. One Omsk was enough to make the Kingdom of Lagrange step into the threshold of being recognized by the world.

"Okay, my lord!"

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"Lord Lance! We've reached the Gladon Plains. The Anduin River is just below!" a Lordaeron ranger said.

"Hmm? We've finally arrived. Have everyone bring the boat ashore so we can go hunting and gather supplies!" Lance said happily. The plains were rich in resources, enough to replenish their small squad of soldiers.

"Oh! Gold coins above! I'll never take a boat again!" Jessie Ava said weakly as she walked out of the cabin, leaning against the wall.

"Hey! I never expected you goblins to get seasick? This is an inland river!" Lance said incredulously.

"Heh, is it strange that we get seasick living underground?" Jessie Ava said with a displeased look.

“Alright, Your Highness Jessie, you can go ashore and rest for a while. We should be able to reach Gondor in a while!” Lance looked up at the south.

"I hope so, but let's hope nothing goes wrong!" Jessie Ava exclaimed.

"Don't worry, as long as we don't venture too far into the plains, there shouldn't be any major problems!" Lance said confidently. He didn't believe that the orcs were just loitering around outside all day. Right now, the orcs of Togold should be like frightened birds, not bothered to target this human army that was neither useful nor worth abandoning.

"You should be wary of roaming orcs or dire wolves, these wilderness bandits are incredibly resilient; they seem to be everywhere!" Jessie Ava warned. "You're right, they really are like a persistent leech! They seem to be everywhere!" Lance's face darkened as well. After all, there were too many orcs wandering in Middle-earth. Just along this journey downstream, Lance had encountered several groups of orcs. However, Lance had only ordered the rangers of Lordaeron to use their bows to disperse them. To be honest, these orcs were truly disgusting, like flies. Not only were they persistent, but the worst part was that you couldn't ignore them!

"Oh! By the Dragon God! Prince Jessie Ava, you should become a prophet!" Lance looked at the increasingly chaotic troops ahead with a headache.

"Hey! What happened?" Lance's voice carried from afar.

"My lord! Those damned goblins ambushed us!" A Lordaeron ranger rushed over, laughing in exasperation.

"What? Who gave those weak dwarves the courage?" Lance was furious. It was one thing for the orcs to come and harass him, but how dare these poor goblins at the bottom of the ecological niche come and harass them?

"Have we suffered any losses? How many of them are there?" Lance asked angrily.

"No, no, no! How could their pathetic arrows possibly pierce our leather armor?" the Lordaeron ranger said dismissively.

"That's good. Have all the rangers withdraw!" Lance ordered. Although the goblins' weapons were of questionable quality, the lightly armored Lordaeron rangers were still at risk of injury. While losses were inevitable in war, Lance absolutely did not want to return to King Roland and report that he had lost an army in the battle against the goblins...

"All heavy cavalry, get ready! Arm yourselves and mount your horses! Crush them!" Lance brandished his lance.

"Clang, clang~" Amid a series of crisp scraping and clanging sounds, a full hundred Lagrange heavy cavalrymen finished tidying up their own and their warhorses' armor. Their plate and chainmail armor was polished until it shone brightly and was now shining in the sunlight!

"Rockets! For the glory of Lagrange! Crush them!" Lance roared, raising his arm.

Lance, watching the cavalry charge, led the Lordaeron Rangers behind them to prevent any accidents, but what accidents could goblins possibly cause?
"Boom! Boom!" The heavy cavalry, like a steel torrent, frantically urged their warhorses on. Under their urging, the Sharl warhorses unleashed 120% of their combat power, and their speed instantly soared to a new level!
"kill!"

Watching these heavy cavalrymen unleash their might as they charged into battle, their earth-shattering shouts and frenzied momentum enough to move any elite force, Lance watched their charge with a touch of envy...

"What a pity, I'm just a warrior!" Lance sighed softly to himself. He could also charge on horseback, and his horsemanship was definitely no worse than these cavalrymen. But he also had the pride of a professional; he was a warrior! Without any riding skills, if he were to charge on horseback, the most he would get was an increase in impact force. However, as a warrior, he really didn't care about that little bit of impact force. After all, a single thrust of his shield could potentially generate more than twice that impact force!

Soon, the heavy cavalry engaged the scattered and fleeing goblins. The heavy cavalrymen could easily pierce through the emaciated goblins with their lances. However, there was an advantage: Lance was surprised to find that, historically, the heavy cavalrymen's disposable lances did not break when fighting these goblins!

"What a weakling!" Lance raised an eyebrow, reflecting on whether he had taken it too seriously. He wouldn't even dare to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut like this!

"Whoosh!" The rangers of Lordaeron were not to be outdone and drew their bows, easily pinning down goblins with only tattered rags wrapped around their bodies!

"These half-elves are really useful!" Lance thought to himself, glancing at the slightly sharp ears of the Lordaeron rangers.

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"My lord, it's over! How boring!" The heavy cavalry returned dejectedly. They felt they hadn't experienced a battle, but a massacre! There was no joy in victory whatsoever; the enemy was simply too weak. A single heavy cavalryman could easily chase down and kill dozens of goblins...

"Alright, burn the bodies. Guys, grab your weapons and go find something good to eat. Let's have a nice meal today!" Lance said, sitting in front of the campfire.

"Long live!" Amid cheers, the crowd quickly disappeared from Lance's sight.

(End of this chapter)