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

Chapter 421 Thorin's Personal Campaign!

"Be careful, not all orcs are made of clay! There are some that can fight!" Roland warned.

"Of course, we won't underestimate our enemy!" Qili nodded matter-of-factly.

"Oh, by the way, is the general leading the army this time you or Philip?" Roland suddenly asked out of curiosity.

“No, no, no! It was my uncle and Devalin who personally led the army! Phil and I stayed behind…” Qili shook his head.

"Pfft!" Roland, who had just raised his teacup, couldn't help but spit it out.

"Cough cough!" Roland's violent cough alerted the guards outside the door.

"Boom!" Although not luxurious, the exceptionally durable solid wood door collapsed with a crash, and a squad of fully armed knights charged in, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws. Judging from their posture, Roland had no doubt that once they spotted their target, they would not hesitate to slice him into sashimi.

"..." The knights who had charged in with their longswords still maintained their charging stance, but upon seeing Roland unharmed inside and the dumbfounded Qili, they all fell silent. Just as the knights were so embarrassed that they almost dug a fortress out of the ground with their feet, Roland quickly waved his hand to signal them to retreat, which slightly eased their awkwardness...

Watching the fleeing knights, Qili's lips and eyes twitched slightly before he turned and stared at Roland with a strange look.

"I'm sorry, these knights have only recently come down from the front lines, and the slightest disturbance makes them nervous..." Roland quickly explained.

"Yes, yes, yes, they are truly a group of dedicated soldiers!" Qi Li quickly began to flatter Roland, taking advantage of Roland's words to smoothly back down.

"By the Dragon God! What happened?" Nyx peeked out, but was relieved when she saw Roland still sitting safely in his chair chatting with Qili.

"It's nothing, there was just a small problem. Go and have Yun Feng come over!" Roland waved his hand.

“Oh!” Nyx left with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

……

"That's settled then. I won't send anyone to escort you. Go back and tell Thorin to be careful!" Roland said to Qili. He hadn't even considered advising Thorin against going to Moria. After all, the Dwarf King was notoriously stubborn, and he probably wouldn't listen to advice anyway. The stubbornness of the Turin descendants was as famous as their smelting technology.

"Thank you for your support, please wait a moment!" Qi Li said humbly and sincerely.

……

"What's wrong, Your Highness? It's getting pretty intense? You even tore down the door?" Yun Feng's words were full of sarcasm.

"I asked about the situation, and the Dwarf King has gone mad!" Roland didn't reply but instead rubbed his temples in pain.

"Huh?" Yun Feng was taken aback and didn't understand Roland's meaning. "If you think that the Dwarf King leading three thousand troops all the way to Moria to fight the orcs isn't crazy, then I really can't think of a good adjective!" Roland shrugged.

"Huh?" Yun Feng was taken aback. If what Roland said was true, then King Thorin really should get his head checked.

"So what exactly happened?" Yun Feng had a bad feeling. He had a feeling that something must have happened in the Moria Mine, otherwise the King of the Mountain would not have been so provoked to take up his troops in person!

“Nothing much has happened. King Balin of Moria was assassinated and seriously injured in Mirror Lake (thankfully he survived). The orcs of the Misty Mountains are getting restless and want to launch a counterattack against Moria... Now the Moria dwarves have been forced back into the dungeons…” Roland told Yunfeng about the current situation.

"My God! If this continues..." Yun Feng quickly turned around and looked at the map on the wall. The map was five meters long and filled one side of the government affairs hall.

"Hiss! The Second Battle of Azanubiza?" Yun Feng turned around in surprise and looked at Roland.

“As you can see!” Roland shrugged.

"Are the Turin dwarves planning to soak the valley with their own blood again? The souls on the steps of the east gate of Moria have not yet dissipated! The king's bloodstains have not yet dried! They've gone mad!" Yunfeng looked at Roland in disbelief.

“It’s not that they’re crazy, it’s that Thorin is crazy! He won’t allow those filthy orcs to trample on the dwarves’ homeland anymore, and he’s willing to pay any price for it!” Roland spread his hands.

"Tsk! The dwarves' actions can't be limited to this! The king of the mountain has personally led the expedition! The dwarves must have other plans!" Yun Feng suddenly shook his head. He had also specifically researched Thorin. This dwarf king was considered enlightened and wise. Even if he really got angry and fought the orcs to the death, he would still have some arrangements.

“So as you can see, Qili will appear here…” Roland shook his head and said.

"Holy crap! What did you promise them?" Yun Feng's expression suddenly changed drastically upon hearing this. In a fit of shock, he disregarded his status and grabbed Roland's arm with both hands, swearing profusely as he questioned him.

"Tsk! Where's your aristocratic manners? Do you think I'm that kind of person? You suspect I'm involved?" Roland felt wronged looking at Yun Feng, who seemed extremely distrustful of him. So that's how he perceived him? Waaah!
"Why would I need to doubt you? Aren't you the biggest warmonger in the North? Honestly, which battle hasn't you been involved in? Right, Great King Roland? The Great King Lagran who punched Dolgodo, kicked Gombada, smashed through Moria, and slaughtered the chariot people?" Yun Feng mocked.

"No, no, no, don't praise me. It's going too far if you keep praising me. Although I am wise and powerful, you can just keep it to yourselves!" Roland immediately put on a sarcastic face.

"Bah! Tell me the truth, my great king! What exactly did you promise them? How many soldiers!" Yun Feng said through gritted teeth.

"Sigh... Who said we were involved in the war? I only agreed to protect Lonely Mountain; the fighting and killing is the dwarves' own business!" Roland sighed, looking at Yunfeng, who showed extreme distrust towards him. Why would he rush in without a system mission? Was he begging for death? Speaking of which, this war-mongering system has actually behaved itself this time? It seems the system knows how hard it's been and is letting him rest and recuperate!
“…That’s good!” Yun Feng looked deeply at Roland to make sure Roland wasn’t joking with him before letting out a sigh of relief.

“However, you are right about one thing: the dwarves’ actions will not be small-scale. After all, this battle is of different significance! As the dwarves’ first performance on the grand stage of Middle-earth, they will not be so hasty!” Roland said meaningfully.

As for why Roland was so certain, it was simply because the dog system suddenly appeared.

Special Mission! The War of Glory: News of the assassination of King Balin of Moria enraged the king below the mountain. The dwarves, having returned to Lonely Mountain, resolved to make their voices heard—those blackskins and greenskins must be cleansed! The dwarves of the Blue Mountains rallied and marched eastward. Irubor's soldiers, led by King Thorin, headed for Moria, and King Dain of the Iron Hills also led his army on the march. Ravens carried news of this grand battle to every dwarf, and also spread it to every corner of Middle-earth…

Mission objective: Help the dwarves protect Lonely Mountain!
Mission Reward: A random number of unit types!
(End of this chapter)