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

Chapter 369 Imprisonment (Part 1)

Roland's words only fueled the fervor among the human knights. One knight from the Bauhinia Cross Knights, Steel Teeth, nearly ground his teeth to powder. Roland, seeing this, exclaimed, "Wow! Good heavens! Morale is high! Needless to say, let's launch the eastern expedition!"

And so the large group set off. Because they had captured more than a hundred rune horses, the entire group moved even faster.

Western Lagrange Plain...

This place was originally an unnamed wasteland. It was Roland who named the confluence of the Swift River and the Red River the Lagrange Plain. The vast and magnificent heart of the empire in the game—Lagrange City—is located here.

Now, for convenience, Roland has incorporated the entire Redwater River and Swiftflow River basins into the Lagrange Plains. This reveals Roland's ambition; well, Roland's ambition is known to all the orcs.

Under Roland's "Void" land grabbing campaign, the entire Lagrange Plains became terrifyingly vast, stretching from outside Swiftstream City in the west to the inner sea of ​​Rune in the east, bordered by the Iron Hills in the north and the Rune Mountains in the south... In short, it's all his! This is enough to show that Roland is actually a polite, humble, loving, and kind-hearted nobleman!

Of course, in Roland's mind, the entire Romanian Plain and Rune region were his food supply, and anyone who dared to lay a finger on him would be chopped off! What? You're asking why Roland isn't supporting the Han Dynasty now... no! Why isn't he supporting the Lagrange Empire? That's because villains are in power and Soren is running rampant! Right now, Swiftstream City is exhausted, and Roland should conserve his strength so that he can one day lead his troops to conquer Rune in the east and eliminate Soren...

Of course, if Roland were truly stubborn, he could actually reach the Black Gate if he could persuade Irubor, the Woodland Kingdom, and the Kingdom of Singary. However, once at the Black Gate, he would at most exchange weapons with the dark forces. After exchanging weapons with the Ringwraiths, the Northern Alliance would likely be wiped out, and Sauron, who was suspected to be a demigod, would be outmatched. Would Roland be so foolish as to go and take the fall for Gondor? Only a idiot would do that! Such thankless tasks are better left to Aragorn, the "King of Men."

Roland had no intention of competing with Aragorn for the title of King of Men. Wasn't being the Emperor better? In any case, becoming the Son of Heaven was out of the question, and Roland wouldn't do something as brainless as claiming to be the Son of Heaven.

Two days after Roland and the charioteers had been traveling in both directions, they finally met two hundred miles east of Swiftstream City.

"Look! Aren't these the people?" Vervier nodded, looking at the rolling chariots in the distance. He had to admit that humans really knew how to play; chariots were indeed a formidable sight!
"It should be! Caslo! Give them a greeting! Watch out for the enemy's anti-aircraft forces!" Roland said casually, watching the army of tanks rushing ahead.

"Boom!" The giant dragon soared into the sky and then headed straight for the army of chariot soldiers.

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After a series of howls and wails, the opposing chariot warriors stopped as expected. They formed a circle, and various thick crossbow bolts crisscrossed in the sky. Caslo knew when to stop and wasn't greedy. Just now, a single dragon language spell had reduced the opposing force by at least a hundred men.

"Hey! Why are you back so soon?" Roland said, his usual sarcastic tone coming through the crack of a somewhat disheveled Caslo.

"Your Highness, please stop mocking me... Life is tough. They have heavy crossbows on the other side! And they're equipped with magical armor-piercing arrows!" Caslo said with a bitter face, while silently thinking to himself: Although there aren't many.

"Kardo is injured?" Roland's pupils contracted, and for the first time, he showed a look of horror.

"No, but I almost got shot down..." Caslo said with lingering fear. That crossbow bolt that grazed his head really made his heart race.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful? You deserve to die from being reckless!" Roland shook his head.

"Stop joking! They're here!" Verway tapped Roland's armor.

"Oh?" Roland narrowed his eyes.

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"Who's in charge here? Bring him to me!" The newcomer was a light armored vehicle, and the messenger inside was arrogant and haughty. "..." Roland's eyes twitched.

"Didn't your loving father and mother teach you how to speak?" Roland said coldly. Although it is said that envoys should not be killed in war, that is only true if the envoy is not stupid.

"Whoosh!" With remarkable insight, Badr shot the arrogant messenger away with an arrow.

“Tell your commander! Send someone who can speak!” Roland said to the coachman in Western languages.

"Yes...yes!" The coachman trembled, fearing that Badr would also be shot by an arrow.

Watching the chariot disappear into the distance, Roland seemed to remember something and suddenly said to Caslow, "Go! Bring over the good stuff I prepared for that woman!"

"..." Caslo gave Roland a deep look before accepting the order and leaving.

Before long, a runic warhorse pulled a light chariot. Unlike ordinary chariots, a wooden stake, about the thickness of an egg and a meter and a half long, was stuck in the middle of the chariot.

Verway narrowed his eyes. He seemed to know what Roland was going to do. The grassland elf who had been wandering the wasteland for many years knew that this was a cruel punishment unique to the Rune region. However, Verway did not expect that Roland, who seemed to be a kind person, would use such cruel torture.

"Thump!" Naluye, who was coming with her, was pinned to the ground by the two knights.

Roland chuckled as he looked at Naluye, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was confident that this stubborn woman would soon be begging him for forgiveness.

“I don’t care who your father is, I only know that you massacred my cavalry! Of course, I swear in the name of King Lagrange, the king’s word is law! I promised to find you a very good viewing spot! How about that one?” Roland smiled and pointed to the chariot that had been prepared in advance for Naluye.

"Waaah... No! No! Please forgive me..." Following the direction Roland pointed, Naluye saw the straight wooden stake standing on the chariot and immediately struggled, even removing the cloth that was gagged her.

"No! I still prefer the arrogant look you had when you spat in my face! Why don't you revert to that? Come on! Strip this girl naked! Take her to the VIP seat!" Roland waved his hand with a smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"Rip!" With a swift grab, the two knights stripped Naluye naked.

They then pinned down Naluye's hands and feet, tightly binding them with hemp rope. Despite Naluye's cries and struggles, she was completely immobilized.

Roland watched with great interest as Naluye was tightly bound. Her hands were tied behind her back, her calves were pressed tightly against her thighs, and she was squatting on the ground with her hands tied behind her back. Her wheat-colored breasts were exposed to the air, tightly bound together by the ropes, making Roland's mouth dry.

Seeing that everyone's breathing had become heavy, Roland quickly waved his hand, signaling for the execution to be carried out.

"Spare me! Spare me!" Naluye's sphincter tightened when she saw the wooden stake. She knew it was Rune's most famous wooden stake torture, a weapon used against traitors and disloyalists. A skilled executioner could make the victim struggle in agony for three days without dying...

But it was all for naught. The two knights, suppressing their unease, dragged Naluye onto the chariot, while everyone swallowed hard at the sight of the vast expanse of white skin...

It's the second watch. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

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(End of this chapter)