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

"Stand up! You bunch of bastards!" Adile's loud roar echoed across the training field.

Adile was seen on foot, holding a wooden spear, casually swatting down the knights and their squires on horseback, cursing as he did so.

"You bastards! Did you spend all your energy on women's bellies last night? You can't even sit still on a horse?"

"Look at yourselves! You think you can be knights? Go home and ride pigs!" Adile's spittle flew everywhere.

"It is a great honor to announce, great gentlemen! If this were a battlefield, you would have been thrown from your horses by peasants with pitchforks!" Adile mocked as he casually knocked a rider down.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't even use my battle aura. You couldn't even hold your horse under my control with just my skills. What's there to complain about?" Adile grinned as he looked at the angry rider in front of him.

"Come on! Let me see how amazing you are! Come on! Girls! Come on, all of you!" Adile looked at the riders who had already gotten up and said the most pretentious thing in the calmest tone.

"on!"

"Kill him!"

They were, after all, a group of young people, their hearts still burning with passion. This was the epitome of youthful vigor. These dazed riders raised their wooden, round-headed lances and charged toward Adila. The group of twenty was quite a formidable force...

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Adile didn't use any skills or battle aura; he simply relied on his technique to weave through the crowd like a butterfly flitting among flowers. After each explosion, a rider was swept away and then transported to a safe area under Adile's battle aura.

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"Ugh...it looks painful!" Roland grimaced as he watched the rider who had been casually knocked away by Adile, and immediately began to pray for the poor child.

"Uh...how brutal!" Caslo's lips twitched. He felt a chill run down his spine just looking at it. Although the wooden spear didn't have much killing power, being whipped away on a galloping warhorse...just thinking about it was thrilling!

"Oh, Dragon God above! How barbaric!" Yun Feng glanced at the riders dancing wildly in the sky and smiled helplessly. Compared to the spellcasters' training methods of chanting incantations and drawing talismans, the knights' training was indeed a bit brutal.

"Have they not been able to sense battle aura yet?" Roland interrupted Adile's training with curiosity.

"Your Highness! Greetings!" The group bowed in greeting. "Well, it's not time to test their battle qi with the battle qi rock yet. They still need to temper their bodies, improve their physical fitness, and increase their understanding of battle qi!" Adile explained.

"Tsk!" Roland frowned. This was really troublesome! Luckily, he had become a Grand Knight directly and didn't have to go through this painful process.

“Give me a month, and I should have some knightly seeds!” Adile said thoughtfully.

"No rush, we don't have a big shortage of knights right now! Let's take it slow!" Roland is no longer pursuing a thousand-man knight order in the short term. Those huge knight orders could completely drain his little king. Besides, he doesn't plan to fight anyone in the near future. Why keep such a large group of manure-producing machines? He'd rather use that time to find some refugees to replenish the population.

“Alright.” Adile nodded knowingly. Since his king was no longer pursuing quantity, he would focus on improving quality. Now he would have plenty of time and energy to train each batch of knights and squires.

"Yes, please put in the effort. I hope to see the knights you personally train galloping across this land!" Roland encouraged with a smile.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, this old body of mine will not let you down!" Adile pounded his chest and assured Roland.

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"There's no major problem here with Adile. Caslo is training Griffin Riders... These two troop types are currently the only ones our kingdom can train, and Griffins are very difficult to regenerate!" Yun Feng shrugged. The only two technically advanced troop types in the Lagrang Kingdom are produced in small quantities. If you want them to become combat-ready in the near future... I suggest recruiting some Swift Infantry.

"It's alright, it will happen in the future! We just need to calm down now!" Roland said softly, gazing at the bustling Swiftstream City.

"Sedimentation?" Yun Feng was taken aback.

"Isn't that so? This vast territory spanning thousands of miles needs time to settle and digest," Roland said seriously. Having big eyes but a small stomach isn't a good thing; it'll just make you bloated! A large army can control a larger territory, but without people to cultivate and farm it, even the most fertile and vast land will ultimately remain wasteland!

"Hmm..." Yun Feng nodded. It was a good thing that Roland could see the kingdom's current predicament. At least it showed that their king was a monarch with brains, not a lazy bum who just wanted to eat and wait to die. If he was just lazy and wait to die, that would be fine. What's scary is the kind of lazy bum who likes to give orders blindly... like that guy who shouted back then that 800,000 to 600,000 advantage was in my micro-management god of war...

"But I still suggest controlling as many areas as possible! At least get a clear understanding of the terrain and environment first..." Yun Feng suggested. He carefully analyzed the current situation and realized that if Mordor really launched a full-scale attack north, then... well, that would be the end of it! Even a small force plus the troops of Dolgoth would be enough to deal with them, and Yun Feng didn't believe that those damned dark forces would remain indifferent after learning that there were dragon riders in the allied forces... For Mordor, giant dragon-hunting crossbows and black arrows were not difficult to obtain at all. Heaven knows how many black arrows the dwarves had left behind... Neither the dragon riders nor the dragon rider generals of the allied forces believed that their dragons were tougher than Smaug, although Smaug, strictly speaking, could not be considered a dragon.

"Forget it, we can't reach distant areas, and our mobile forces are limited... Relying on the Swift Infantry to defend the city is barely enough, but if we really send them out for melee combat, the casualty ratio will make us all cry!" Roland gave a helpless, bitter smile. Don't be fooled by his thousands of soldiers; the only ones he can really deploy are the Swift Infantry. But those Swift Infantry aren't professionals. While they can inflict decent casualties against the orcs, for Roland's small kingdom, losing a man for every one they fight is utterly catastrophic. If a thousand or so die at once, Roland himself should just hang himself.

"..." Yun Feng's lips twitched helplessly. Although he had a good plan, his master didn't have the guts to take the risk. Although Roland's concerns were valid, Yun Feng still felt it was a huge loss. For a sixth-tier professional, the lives of ordinary soldiers were just numbers; they could simply be replaced. But for Roland, those glaring numbers represented vibrant lives and families...

The glory of the nobility has never faded; it has simply seeped into the depths of our blood. The nobility have never been a group standing behind the common people! Rather, they are the helmsmen who shoulder the fate of the nation and the peril of the people! Their glory should not fade!