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

"Caslo!" Roland waved to Caslo.

"Your Highness!" Caslo rushed over.

"Come here! Do this..." Roland instructed in a low voice after pulling Caslo over.

"Got it?" Roland looked up and asked.

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Caslo was somewhat tempted, but still had some concerns.

"It's alright! I promised her I'd give her the best viewing spot! Go and prepare! All the causes and effects are upon me!" Roland said in an unfriendly tone.

“Yes…” Caslo hesitated for a moment before agreeing to Roland’s order.

……

"What do we do now?" Verway chewed on some jerky while looking at Roland, who was studying the map seized from the tank crew.

"What the hell is this garbage map? They almost sneaked into my house with this thing!" Roland casually tossed the scribbled map to Verway.

"Have the statistics been compiled yet?" Roland looked up at Baron Bader beside him.

"Yes! His Highness is out! We have annihilated 368 enemies and captured 63 Rune light tanks!" Badr walked over to Roland's side with his long limbs.

"These bastards deserved to die if they ran right into us!" Roland laughed and shook his head.

He was also helpless. These stupid chariot civilians miraculously brushed past Caslo and his group, but ran head-on into Roland's knights and centaurs... As a result, Roland, with his knights blessed with glory and centaurs blessed with destiny, crashed directly into these people. Because each of them had two members on each chariot, and the number of people on both sides was about the same, Roland's team was twice the size of the opposing team. After one round of charging... only three people were left alive.

"Yeah! I didn't expect it to go so smoothly..." Badr sighed. Because they were all professionals, under the dazzling aura of various combat skills, the vanguard of this tank crew couldn't even stop a single charge. Badr saw at least ten heads sliced ​​off by a powerful slash from a great knight. As for who that great knight was, Badr didn't say...

"Vanville! Come and see which way we should go! Make a decision!" Roland said irritably.

"What is your purpose?" Verway suddenly became serious and stared at Roland.

"Purpose? Does breaking these people's legs count?" Roland grinned menacingly.

"..." Verway's eye twitched, and he suddenly felt that coming out with this thing was a mistake. Of course, if Roland knew what he was thinking, he would still have pulled him over, after all, having a sixth-tier being could at least ensure his safety, and Roland valued his life very much.

“They have a commander of ten thousand men behind them. I don’t know if the information is accurate or not, but we still have to fight, don’t we?” Roland said casually.

"Aren't you afraid it's a trap?" Verway frowned. "Do you want to hear what you're saying... A knightly order of nearly three hundred men isn't someone anyone can just mess with! At least these people aren't worthy!" Roland's eyes flashed coldly. If anyone really dared to challenge his knights, he wouldn't mind leading his army to victory.

"It's good that you know what's going on." Verway shook his head; he had no intention of collecting Roland's corpse.

"Why don't you join me! I will bestow upon you the title of Duke in the name of the King of Lagrange and grant you a corresponding fiefdom!" Roland said earnestly to Verwy. He genuinely wanted to bring Verwy onto his chariot. Even disregarding the elven soldiers, Verwy alone was worth the price.

Roland's offer was indeed quite high. The mainstream rules of nobility in the world are very strict. Among the fiefdom nobles, there are two types: those with real power and those with real fiefdoms. Those with real power are in charge of everything in their fiefdoms. As long as their lord has no objection, no one can control them even if they have 100,000 youths and 100,000 soldiers. They are the most powerful type of nobles. Among them, there are two types: military nobles and commercial nobles. One type relies on strong military power to establish itself, while the other is famous for the special products of their fiefdoms.

A fiefdom noble is granted land, but the rights to that land are directly controlled by the king or the lord, making them more vulnerable compared to a noble with real power.

The unspoken rule that arises from this is that barons and earls are mostly nobles with real power. These nobles are often found on the borders and belong to the nobles with swords. Viscounts, on the other hand, are nobles with real fiefs. They usually guard various key places or places where wealth is concentrated for their lords. These nobles are mostly people who are deeply trusted by their lords.

As for dukes, they are generally sword-wielding nobles on the borders, tasked with expanding territories. Some even establish their own duchies while remaining under the rule of an imperial kingdom, such as the Grand Duchy of Nyx, which, although independent, is still subject to the control of the monarchy. Another type is the court duke, who, while possessing the noble title of duke, cannot directly claim fiefdoms. They only receive taxes from the nominal fiefdoms and are supported by their lord.

Marquis is a very special noble title. It is not usually awarded lightly, and when it is, it is reserved for nobles with real power. Most importantly, this title usually comes from kings or emperors. After all, there is such a thing as the Elector Marquis... How powerful is the Elector Marquis? There are many duchies that cannot compare to an Elector Marquis.

This only applies to the feudal nobles; the situation is much more complicated for the court nobles, the honorary nobles who are not hereditary nobles, and the impoverished nobles...

It's clear that Roland's offer is very generous, but not a bad deal. Once a kingdom of grassland elves appears on the wasteland, it will have a huge impact. The grassland elves' strong centripetal force will surely cause all grassland elves to flock to the rule of the Kingdom of Lagrang. Roland can easily get at least a thousand or so elven rangers for free.

"Never mind... I don't have any plans right now. As long as my people are safe and sound, that's enough!" Vervier seemed unenthusiastic, his eyes filled with helplessness. For him, those things were too far away.

"Didn't I promise you that I would let you be crowned king?" Roland twisted the meaning here; what he said back then was to witness Verwy's coronation as king.

"Forget it, have you ever seen an Elf King with only a few hundred subjects?" Verway grinned awkwardly.

"It's alright, I'll bring all the grassland spirits back to you when we see them!" Roland patted his chest and assured him.

"..." Verway's eye twitched, he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Alright, I'll go tell them to get ready. We're going on the eastern expedition!" A cold glint flashed in Roland's eyes.

Why should you barbarians dare to launch a westward expedition before I, the mighty King of Lagrange, have even made a move? If that's the case, then let's have a go at it.

"It's time to avenge the Crusaders!" Roland found a reason, after all, he was a nobleman! In such a noble profession, where one has to maintain a facade of respectability, it's always important to have a legitimate reason for one's actions.