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

Chapter 189 The Fallen Silver Dragon

The Shire warhorses galloped across the wasteland at high speed, their dragon banners fluttering in the wind. The thunderous hoofbeats startled the scattered orcs along the way, who fled far away. Sharp lances hung on their arms, and the riders on horseback watched the slightest movement around them with tension.

"Stop shooting!" Roland's eyes were filled with fire; watching these third-rate archers shoot was pure torture.

"What else can you do besides waste arrows?" Roland roared at the orc who was running away with his head in his hands after being shot by a group of knights who were having a great time.

"Sigh..." Renault couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he casually drew his longbow, and with a humming sound of the bowstring vibrating, the frantically fleeing orc fell to the ground.

"Look at them! Look at you! You're all knights, all skilled in mounted archery, so why can you guys just sketch the outline of a human body while they kill one with a single arrow?" Roland felt a tightness in his chest. Hundreds of knights, each with several arrows, couldn't even kill a fleeing orc. It was truly an eye-opener for Roland!
"Second-tier knights rarely have specialized archery skills, it's not their fault! Their role is to charge into battle, not to hide in the rear and shoot arrows." Renault stopped Luo's nonsense and explained the reason.

"..." Roland was speechless.

"The purpose of all their training is to quickly hurl enemies with a spear or behead them with a sword. No instructor or mentor teaches them to hit targets while running." Reno shrugged. It was indeed impossible for lance knights to ride horses and shoot arrows like bow knights.

……

"Your Highness, would you like to enter the city to rest?" asked Roland, the Bauhinia Knight who was waiting at the city gate.

“No need. Take me to Nyx. Let’s go see the dragon’s remains.” Roland’s eyes were full of joy. The corpse of a silver dragon was excellent material. Smaug had provided Yunfeng with countless experimental materials and created so many props and equipment. A purebred silver dragon… Roland felt like he had struck it rich!
“Very well, Your Highness, please follow me!” The knight bowed, placing his hand on his chest, and then pointed the way for Roland.

"Look how well our city is developing! Agriculture seems to be thriving!" Roland said with satisfaction, looking at the lush green vegetable fields and thriving wheat on both sides of the road. He didn't want to experience another winter famine.

"Now our army's food supply should be guaranteed! Thank goodness, I don't want to run out of food again." Renault, who had also experienced those "hard times," sighed as he looked at the boundless farmland.

"The towns still have too few residents. If we had enough people, we could separate some villages and gradually develop them into towns that radiate outwards. Only in this way can we control the vast land!" Renault said seriously. It was obviously impossible to control such a large area of ​​land with just two castles. The Lagrange Empire had more than a thousand cities, and even more towns. It was these scattered towns that enabled the empire to firmly control its vast territory.

"Unfortunately, our people are scattered across the continent. They return every day, but their numbers are still very limited." Roland sighed. His direct descendants were only the Lagrang people summoned by the system, but the slow growth rate of the refugees still made him want to cry.

"Let's wait and see. Perhaps only time will tell." Renault followed Roland and fell silent as well.

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“Your Highness, welcome back. Forgive me for not being able to greet you in person.” Nyx greeted Roland, who had just dismounted, and gave him a gentle hug.

“My dear Grand Duke, have you missed me?” Roland asked Nyx with a smile.

“No! Do you believe me?” Nyx smiled, as charming as a blooming jasmine.

“Alright… little imp, we need to get down to business.” Roland said, affectionately pinching Nyx’s nose.

"Yunfeng, have you found the exact location?" Roland asked. "No! We've been searching for a whole day! Damn it! The Silver Dragon Clan is indeed powerful; its own spatial magnetic field completely shields its information, as if it doesn't exist!" Yunfeng said with a headache. The Silver Dragon's powerful bloodline made it still terrifying even after death; the dragon corpse covered by spatial power seemed to exist between illusion and reality.

"As expected of the dragon race, second only to the Golden Sacred Dragon, even in their fallen state, they are not easily found by us." Roland sighed with emotion, wondering how powerful they must have been in life to protect themselves from being disturbed even in death.

“However, he can’t escape from me. Although he is powerful, I am also at the pinnacle of my profession!” A resolute light flashed in Yun Feng’s eyes.

“Every sixth-tier expert is a prodigy born from bloodshed!” As Roland watched Yun Feng’s aura rise steadily, the description of sixth-tier experts in the game suddenly popped into his mind.

"Probe and Lock Soul!" Yun Feng roared, and his spiritual power, which seemed to have a physical presence, surged out wildly. The powerful spiritual power even cracked the land within a radius of several kilometers, leaving shocking cracks on the ground. The massive spiritual power flowed underground.

"Holy crap...freak..." Roland was instantly stunned. In his impression, Yun Feng, this sixth-level sage, was like an idiot, almost no different from a weakling except for his various exquisite alchemy skills...who would have thought that a sage could be so terrifying?
"Found it!" Yun Feng narrowed his eyes, and a glint of light appeared in them.

"Huh? It's actually resisting? It's dead and still trying to run away?" Yun Feng sneered.

"Soul Blast!" Yun Feng's robes moved without wind, and he was suspended ten meters in the air. Then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the air.

"Boom!" The ground cracked open hundreds of meters ahead, and a huge crater appeared on the surface, stretching over a thousand meters long, tens of meters wide, and more than a hundred meters deep.

"Spirit-Sealing Grip!" A massive magical hand suddenly plunged into the pit and gripped it tightly.

"Soul magic! Alchemists' magic targets the soul!" Roland's eyes widened in surprise; he never expected that alchemists would use soul magic.

"This dragon actually still has a remnant soul!" Yun Feng's surprised voice rang out.

"Not dead?" Roland was instantly dumbfounded.

"Dead is just a soul that hasn't been extinguished yet. No wonder there's a self-protection mechanism; it turns out there's still a remnant soul left." Yun Feng sighed.

"Soul-Destroying Blade!" A crescent-shaped blade of light, about ten meters long, appeared in front of him. Yun Feng took a breath and pushed hard, and the blade of light was instantly pushed away, disappearing into the world in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!" A painful dragon roar faintly came from behind, and the hoarse and desperate appearance made everyone's scalp tingle.

"This dragon must have perished three thousand years ago!" Yun Feng discovered the clue using some unknown skill.

"The final alliance war?" Roland was shocked. The Middle-earth of this world seemed more terrifying than he had imagined. He could not believe that a silver dragon, representing one of the highest combat forces of the dragon race, would perish in that special period three thousand years ago. Moreover, this dragon's end was definitely not peaceful. The dragon scales scattered within a radius of several kilometers indicated that a grand dragon-slaying war had taken place here!

"Was it the Alliance... or Sauron... who killed this silver dragon?" Roland's hair stood on end.

(End of this chapter)