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

After hearing the words of a certain "hospitable" lord, Vervier moved away from the distance without leaving a trace. He really couldn't imagine how a human with a temperature of 37 degrees could say such cold, ruthless and shameless words. All he did was kill a few of your light cavalrymen, how could he be so brutal?
Of course, Roland's brutality had its reasons. It wasn't just because Naluye had cruelly murdered Okan and the others, but also because he wanted to avenge Grand Duke Nyx, who in the game's history was impaled by these barbarians and left to rot in the wilderness. Although such a thing would never happen again in this Middle-earth, Roland still hadn't let it go.

"They're sending more people!" Verway frowned, reminding the increasingly eccentric Roland that another messenger had been sent from the other side.

"I hope the people who come this time will be more talkative!" Roland said grimly, glancing at Naluye who was stuck in the stake.

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"Halt!" Badr stopped the approaching light tank with a single arrow.

"Wait! I am an envoy! Do not attack!" This envoy was at least somewhat quick-witted; he didn't come in acting like he was invincible from the start.

"May I request an audience with your general?" the new envoy asked humbly in a Western language, his head slightly bowed. He couldn't muster any strength; the corpse of the previous envoy lay right at his feet, still warm to the touch.

"What are you whispering about?" several knights with guns pointed at him asked in confusion.

“Let him in!” Roland said calmly, looking at Naluye who was still trembling.

"Yes!" Several knights raised their lances and let the man in.

Roland, seated on horseback, carefully examined the envoy's appearance before smiling. He was a very typical rune warrior, wearing a linen robe over leather armor. Because he was on a mission, he hadn't brought any weapons, and his iron chainmail helmet looked dusty and worn, probably having eaten a lot of dust along the way.

"Greetings, esteemed Western human sir! I am here on behalf of my lord, Commander Dak Ivan, to discuss matters with you. My name is Lanso." This envoy named Lanso spoke quite pleasingly, which made Roland, who had originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill another envoy, somewhat embarrassed to do so.

“King Lagrange… Roland! State your purpose!” Roland said coldly.

“My lord sent me here to discuss the withdrawal of troops from both sides…” Lanso said hastily.

"Withdraw your troops? Just get out of here! No need for further explanation!" Roland paused for a moment, then interrupted Lanso.

"Your Highness is joking. We, a group of several thousand men, have come out here exhausted... It would be unwise to return empty-handed. Neither side wants to suffer a mutual destruction. In that case, you only need to compensate my lord for the losses incurred on this trip, and we will immediately withdraw our troops!" Lanso's posture was humble, but his tone was anything but.

"Huh? Who gave you the courage?" Roland was amused.

"Your Highness, although you have dragon knights, the chariots and heavy crossbows of the Chariot People are not to be underestimated... If a battle breaks out, it will surely result in mutual destruction. Perhaps you could compensate us with some supplies, so we can return and explain to our people. I believe the wealthy Western world wouldn't mind giving us a small portion of supplies." Lanso subtly planted a ruse. It must be said that he was quite skilled at speaking; first a threat, then a bit of flattery, and finally a show of weakness followed by a compliment to Roland. If Roland hadn't come from the complex world of Earth, he probably would have been flattered to the point of elation.

"I didn't realize you were such a talent!" Roland shook his head in surprise, never expecting that the Chariot People, known as the barbarian tribe, would have such a brilliant mind!

“Go if you want, or come and fight if you don’t! The glory of the Lagrange Knights comes from horseback! We don’t think we’ve lost yet! Our ancestral teachings tell us that what the enemy can’t get on the battlefield, they can’t get at the negotiating table!” Roland narrowed his eyes.

"Your Highness is thinking..." Lanso quickly interjected to dissuade him.

"Stop talking! Go back and tell your lord! Either get out or fight! Say one more word and you'll be joining her!" Roland pointed to Naluye, who was kneeling and convulsing on the execution cart. "This is..." Lanso's pupils dilated in shock. He had seen this woman earlier, but he hadn't paid attention at first, thinking that the Western lord was executing his servant. He was curious why the Western lord would use a punishment unique to their Rune region, but now, upon closer inspection...

"Miss Naluye!" Lanso hurriedly crawled over on his knees, not even bothering to persuade Roland.

"Hmm... Hmph~" Hearing someone call her, Naluye, who was stuck in the wooden stake, had no choice but to turn her eyes toward the direction of the sound. She could tell at a glance that it was one of her people.

“Swish (kill)...exposed (revealed)...uh (I)…” Naluye’s speech was slurred because of the wooden stake stuck in her mouth, and she shed two lines of clear tears because of shame and pain. The physical and mental pain had already broken her down. When she saw her familiar tribesmen, she only hoped that they could give her a quick death.

"No! No! Ah!" Lanso tried to rush forward to rescue Naluye, but was quickly pinned to the ground by the knight next to him.

"Your Highness! Please forgive her and let her go!" Lanso scrambled to his feet at Roland's feet.

“She slaughtered my soldiers! She insulted my dignity! What do you think her crime should be?” Roland sneered.

"She is the daughter of our commander of ten thousand men, please, please release her!" Lanso pleaded, his eyes red with tears. Naluye was practically the princess of their tribe of ten thousand men, and now their princess was being subjected to cruel torture like a lowly slave. Lanso trembled all over.

After listening to Lanso's account, Roland understood what had happened. It was roughly about a father who doted on his daughter and let her run into the vanguard. The commander of ten thousand thought there was no danger, but he never imagined that his daughter would almost have her throat slit by a few ordinary cavalrymen.

“Oh! She really is the daughter of a big shot…tsk tsk tsk! Enough nonsense, go back and tell your lord that he either comes over for a fight or gets lost!” Roland said coldly.

"..." With trembling lips, Lanso could only take one deep look at the trembling body stuck in the wooden stake before running away.

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"Aren't you just looking for a fight?" Vervier shook his head helplessly. Humiliating the princess like this was practically asking her father to fight to the death.

“I want him to fight! Otherwise, why would I bring so many people here on a tour?” Roland retorted. The motivation for forming this elite mobile team was to kill these barbarians who came from afar, or at least break their claws so that they would not dare to covet the land in the West again. If these people ran away, what would Roland use to establish his authority?
"Ugh~" Naluye, who was stuck in the wooden stake, adjusted her position because of the discomfort, but the wooden stake inside her body probably stirred up her wounds and internal organs, causing her to groan and convulse.

"Holy Light!" Roland walked over, and a beam of holy light enveloped him.

Naluye's eyes widened. She could clearly feel that her internal wounds had been healed and the bleeding had stopped! But she felt no gratitude; instead, fear flickered in her eyes. Normally, a prisoner would only live for three or four days at most before dying from internal bleeding, but now, thanks to her physical strength, she could struggle for at least another ten days...

"..." Verway's eyes twitched. Was this something a human would do? This was extreme torture!

"..." Badr also felt a tightness in his anus; his king was a bit perverted.

"Waaah..." Naluye shed tears of despair. If she had known she would suffer such torture, she would have preferred to close her eyes and let Okan and the others slit her throat. At least she wouldn't have had to endure this torture.