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

Chapter 251 Cleaning Up Hall 10

"Oh no!" In the dimly lit hall, the weathered Balin knelt on the cold stone slabs, before whom lay the remains of fifteen dwarves...

Just moments ago, the allied forces successfully wiped out the remaining enemy forces in Hall 10. Compared to the Lagrang soldiers' steady advance, the dwarven warriors were more aggressive, repeatedly and relentlessly charging the goblin and ogre defenses. While they inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy, the giant ogre's counterattack was equally devastating. The dwarven army has lost 15 warriors! The kingdom has lost 15 loyal citizens…

“Alright, Bahrain! They died a worthy death! They died for their homeland, they are all great heroes!” Roland patted the weeping Bahrain to comfort him.

……

"How is it going?" Roland turned to ask Caslow.

“We’re a bit better off, though. We have twenty-two seriously wounded soldiers who need your help! But they won’t be going back to the battlefield anytime soon!” Caslo shrugged and said casually.

"No problem, what kind of soldiers are injured?" Roland asked, puzzled. Apart from the Lagrange City Guards who were a bit weak, the rest of his men should not be able to be broken through by these rabble soldiers.

“They’re all Lagrange City Guards… Their infantry plate armor is a bit weak, and it’s worn down from battle… They just encountered a group of giant ogres. Although they managed to kill the ogres, the ogres’ heavy weapons still caused them considerable damage!” Caslo said gravely. The city guards had fought many battles, and their armor was severely worn. Roland looked around and saw that many of the city guards’ infantry plate armors were cracked.

"I'll figure something out! I'll treat them first!" Roland nodded solemnly. If he didn't find a way to solve this problem, his heavily armored troops might end up as bare-armored troops... That scene... was too horrible.

A gentle holy light emanated from Roland's hand, softly merging into the wounded soldier's body...

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"King Roland, I need your help!" Balin approached Roland somewhat awkwardly and whispered, his voice even containing a hint of pleading.

"What happened?" Roland got up and looked around. He found that the soldiers were warming themselves by the fire except for those on guard duty. It seemed that nothing had happened.

“We have quite a few wounded… especially the seriously wounded… their condition is very dangerous, we don’t have enough doctors, and we don’t have any priests to treat them,” Balin said in a low voice.

"Oh! This? No problem, take me to see them!" Roland readily agreed.

"I am so grateful to you! You are the dwarves' eternal friend! You saved those wonderful lads!" Balin praised Roland excitedly.

“No need for that, I also need your help with something…” Roland shook his head.

“Tell me, the dwarves will not mistreat their friends!” Balin assured him, patting his chest.

“It’s not a big problem for you, but our soldiers’ armor is badly worn, especially after the recent battle. I found that many soldiers’ plate armor is cracked. I can’t let them go into battle like that; that would be irresponsible towards their lives! I hope you can help us, after all, smelting is your specialty!” Roland told Balin his request. “Hahaha! No problem. Where is this? This is the Moria Mine! The dwarven city of Caesardum! There’s an inexhaustible supply of ore here. There’s a forge in the annex of Hall Ten. Although it can’t provide a large number of armors yet, it can certainly refurbish yours! And there are plenty of dwarves here!” Balin winked at Roland and grinned mischievously.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Balin! I’ll treat the soldiers first. Caslo! Take Balin to find our soldiers who need their armor repaired!” Roland ordered Caslo behind him.

"As you command! Lord Balin, please follow me!" Caslo gave an elegant bow and led Balin toward the gathering place of the Lagrange soldiers.

……

"God... why are they drinking here?" After finishing his work, Roland suddenly noticed that the dwarves were drinking beer from their glasses, and various kinds of fragrant and juicy roasted meats were being grilled. Some dwarves even remembered their wounded brothers and brought them boneless roasted meats covered in honey and mellow beer.

"Gulp!" Omske swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the dwarf's goblet, and when he saw the juicy roasted meat, tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face...

"Bang!" Roland lightly kicked Omsk. What a disgrace! What happened to your persona as a Tier 6 hero? Drooling with envy? Anyone who didn't know better would think Roland was mistreating his subordinates. Roland really wanted to ask Omsk, "When have I ever missed a meal for you?"
"Caslo! Tell the soldiers to prepare food!" Roland shook his head, looking at Omske's spineless appearance and the soldiers' envious eyes, Roland knew it was mealtime.

“It must be His Highness Breakfast! We’ve been fighting all night! I’ve been keeping track of the time,” Caslo said.

"Whatever! Who cares what kind of meal it is! As long as everyone's stomachs are full, it's a good meal!" Roland said nonchalantly.

Soon, the rich aroma of bone broth wafted from the Lagrange soldiers' location, mingled with the smoky scent of toasted bread. Delicious dried fish, tossed into the broth, transformed into a wonderful dried fish and bone soup—not only rich and flavorful but also incredibly delicious! Paired with a bite of toasted bread, the wheaty and savory aromas mingled and slid down your throat—what a comforting experience! And if you happen to stumble upon a piece of perfectly stewed fish paste, happiness will reach your very core!
"Hmm! Your Highness, this venison jerky tastes great! It's honey-flavored! Sweet and salty! I like it!" Omske said with relish as he chewed on the venison jerky he had taken from Roland.

“I don’t like it… It was made especially for me by Nyx… How did you have the nerve to steal it?” Roland rubbed his chin, completely baffled.

"Hehe! I noticed you were eating so slowly, so I figured you probably didn't like it! I was thinking of helping you out!" Omske said as he ate, without blushing or batting an eye.

Kaslow immediately cast a look of surprise, envy, admiration, pity, and so on. When it comes to courting death, you, Omske, are the best!
“I… that’s called taste! How did you get the idea that I don’t like to eat it?” Roland’s hands clenched so tightly they cracked.

“System check-in!” Roland shook his head, trying not to think about the fact that his heart-shaped snacks had been stolen. He was afraid that if he kept thinking about it, he would end up fighting with Omske, but he couldn’t beat him. Just thinking about that scene was too embarrassing. I’ll just have to bear it!

"Sign-in successful! Contribution to the host has earned: 10 Woodland Elite Soldiers!" The system had given Roland something useful after a long time, and it was the most practical type of troop! Roland almost burst into tears.

"Holy crap! They've released new units! System, this is the only time in over a month that I feel like you're still alive! What kind of junk were you giving me before? And this ridiculous thing like a massage stick? Who the hell am I supposed to use this for?" Roland cried out in his mind.

(End of this chapter)