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

At this moment, Omske, on whom Roland had placed high hopes, was on the northern wasteland, accompanied by the cold winds and desolate wilderness. A group of passionate cavalrymen were galloping wildly across the northern wasteland.

"Why do these guys all settle in this godforsaken place?" Omske stared at the marked locations on the map for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Finally, the helpless hero rolled up the map and waved his hand, ordering his knights to conduct a thorough search!

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The Stonebone Tribe is a small tribe among the northern orcs, with a population of just over a thousand. Nearly half of them are young and strong orcs, while the rest are female orcs and children. As for elderly orcs, they are almost non-existent. To orcs, ordinary elderly orcs are merely a burden on the tribe, and almost no orc tribe would keep useless elderly orcs.

Thanks to the fighting prowess of nearly half of their able-bodied orcs, they were doing quite well in their small tribe. However, for the sake of the tribe's development, their chief learned from the orcs of Gambada Fortress that several human kingdoms had appeared in the south. With the autumn harvest approaching, they hoped to head south and make a fortune, so that their small tribe could have an easier winter.

"Gather our warriors! Let's head south and plunder those weak humans! Let's tear them apart! Let's seize their wealth and food! And there are plenty of beautiful human women waiting for us! Warriors of the tribe! Fight!" The tribe's leader roared from a rock, his ugly face contorted and twisted, his buck teeth bared.

Because the main human population north of the Grey Mountains moved south to support the Kingdom of Gondor and remained in the prosperous south to establish the Kingdom of Rohan, the human power in the North has weakened. The humans in the northern wastelands have either migrated further north or fled south for refuge. Currently, only the Flough region still shows traces of human activity.

"Pack your things and get ready to go!" The orc lord brandished his broken blade, his eyes flashing with madness and bloodlust.

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"Prepare for battle!" Omske raised his hand, watching the orc camp where wisps of smoke were rising.

"It looks like they're about to break camp!" Ravian said as he walked over and looked around.

“Looks like they want to keep heading south!” Baldr, who used to deal with orcs all the time, saw through their intentions at a glance. “South? No need, I’ve already brought men to find them!” Omske smiled cruelly; he could already foresee what these poor orcs would become.

"Then let's slaughter these scum! We centaurs can lead the charge!" Baldr licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The centaurs were now cutting down orcs like butter! For these two sworn enemies, meeting was especially bitter, but most of the orcs in the North were no match for this fully armed centaur force. If the centaur horde were to launch a desperate counterattack, even Roland would tremble. After all, hundreds of centaurs, comparable to knights, charging across the plains were virtually unstoppable!

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"What kind of rotten fish and shrimp are these?" Ravian, flicking the blood from his sword, looked at the orc camp littered with corpses with a puzzled expression. He had initially strongly opposed Omske's reckless advance into the North, but now he could only admit, "It's so good!" He hadn't escaped the "it's so good" phenomenon after all…

"What harm can these trash do to us? If Gombard Keep doesn't intervene, the entire Orcish population of the North won't have an easy time! They're just a bunch of wild beasts with sticks!" Omske scoffed disdainfully. In all of Middle-earth, he could only realistically assess the Orcish populations of three regions (because at this time, the "biologist" Saruman hadn't yet turned evil, and the Orcs of Isengard hadn't been born!). The Orcs of Gombard Keep, the Old Fortress of Dolgodor, and Mordor were indeed formidable. There were also the Morian Orcs, but those poor creatures were mostly wiped out by the Dwarves at the Battle of Azanubiza, and then chased for miles by the Allied forces with cleavers at the Battle of Lonely Mountain. Not only was Azog killed by Roland, but Borgh was also slaughtered! They were already in dire straits, but then a certain king, for his own selfish reasons, launched the Morian Expedition with the Dwarves… and they were wiped out completely…

"Hmm... I overestimated them..." Ravian admitted. Although these orcs posed a great danger to the civilians, they were nothing compared to the fully armed Lagrange cavalry... In fact, the Duchy's light cavalry, with their worst equipment, were surrounded and almost unharmed by a few orc soldiers (well... if they could be called soldiers...). This caused Ravian, who was about to rush to their aid, to freeze in place. He was utterly astonished by the orcs' poor fighting ability. He never expected that there could be such a huge difference in fighting power among orcs. This was a complete orc tribe, not just a bunch of scattered soldiers! With such fighting power, Ravian himself didn't know what he had started to worry about...

“As long as we avoid the army at Gambada Fortress, we can basically roam freely in this area! I think you’ve seen the equipment of those orc tribes! It’s not just one or two tribes that are like this, but the entire northern orc tribes are this backward! I really don’t understand what we have to be afraid of with an enemy whose armor coverage is less than 10%!” Omske shrugged and said speechlessly.

"I hope so!" Ravian agreed with Omske's words, but he still maintained his cautious nature, after all, he could not rule out the possibility that there were a few well-equipped individuals among the orc tribes in the entire North.

"Pack up! See if there's anything usable!" Omske remained noncommittal. After all, even if they really couldn't defeat him, they could choose to run away. He refused to believe that anyone among the orcs, except for the wolf riders, could outrun him.
"Look what I found! Such a huge chest of gold coins! His Majesty the King will surely love it!" Baldr walked over with two strong centaur soldiers, carrying a heavy chest. Through the gaps in the chest, it was clear that it was filled with gold coins! This chest was large enough to hold tens of thousands of gold coins! Even the incredibly strong centaurs needed two people to lift it, so you can imagine how heavy it was.

"Not bad! There's such good stuff!" Omske's face lit up with joy. No matter where you are, precious metals are always hard currency! Just carrying this box of gold coins back is already a worthwhile trip!
"Let's go! After we clean up, we'll continue north! It seems these orcs aren't entirely useless after all!" Omske laughed heartily. Defeating these orc tribes was like opening a blind box; unexpected surprises could pop up at any moment!
Omsk was even more excited about the journey ahead, after all, every tribe always has some supplies, right?