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

Chapter 422 The Birth of the Main Emperor!
"Congratulations, host, on successfully triggering the main storyline—The Birth of the Great Emperor!"

"Phase One Begins: Rebirth of the Imperial Blood!"

Imperial Blood Reborn: Though the empire has perished, the kingdom has not. Imperial blood may have vanished, but royal blood remains! Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Since there is no emperor left, let us walk the imperial path once more!

Mission Requirements: The kingdom's actual controlled area must be greater than 100 kilometers in radius! The kingdom must have at least 10 towns within its borders!
Mission Rewards: 300 Royal Guards, 1 Beginner Mage Tower, and 1 Any Spellcaster Legacy System!

"Gulp!" Roland swallowed hard. He never expected that this situation could actually boost the main questline. But to be fair, the rewards for these two quests were incredibly generous! The 300 Royal Guards were already enough to tempt Roland, and the Mage Tower and the inheritance of any spellcaster class made him incredibly excited! Roland suddenly felt that his dream of a thousand cavalry and ten thousand spells was no longer just a dream!

"Your Highness?" Yun Feng raised an eyebrow at Roland's infatuated grin and unleashed a powerful mental force upon him.

"Evil spirits, begone!" Yun Feng slammed his staff heavily on the ground, unleashing a torrent of violent mental energy that formed a mental magic spell that directly imprisoned Roland.

"I, Yunfeng, in the name of the wise, scare away evil spirits! May evil spirits be banished!" Yunfeng continued to wave his staff and cast spells.

"Tsk! Sinful! Punished!" Yun Feng's voice was like a sledgehammer hitting Roland's head, but apart from making Roland's ears itch, it didn't cause any other discomfort... Instead, it made Roland show an expression of surprise, confusion, and mockery.

"What are you doing?" Although Roland's body was restrained, how could an ordinary person seal Roland's mouth, which was once known as the king of verbal combat? Everyone who knew Roland back then praised him, saying that even if he was burned to ashes, all that was left of him was his mouth!

"Uh..." Yun Feng blinked. It seemed that Roland was not possessed by an evil spirit.

"Your Highness, what was with that smile just now? It looked just like someone possessed by an evil spirit!" Yun Feng released Roland, but still watched him cautiously.

Roland was speechless. All he did was fantasize about the system rewards. Why treat him like a thief? Did he even realize the psychological damage this would cause him?

“I’m fine. Send someone to recall Caslo and Ajax! Let Omske hold the line in the south. The north is vast and we need air power! Oh, and bring back those half-baked griffin riders too. Although they’re not very useful, at least they can bolster our morale!” Roland quickly made the arrangements.

"Your Highness, are you planning to join the war?" Yun Feng stared at Roland with suspicion and scrutiny. After all, in Yun Feng's mind, Roland was synonymous with warmonger...

"Fuck you! I'm not brain-dead! That's a battle between orcs and dwarves! It's not ours! I must be out of my mind to get involved in this mess!" Roland stared at Yun Feng in disbelief. Even if he were an idiot, he couldn't possibly be so blind to the situation! It could easily turn into another battle like the Battle of Azanubiza! Roland wasn't going to provide cannon fodder for the dwarves or achievements for the orcs...

“Alright, but I still have to remind you, it’s winter now! The soldiers who have been fighting for so long need to rest!” Yun Feng said solemnly to Roland.

"..." Roland's face darkened. So after all this time, he still doesn't believe in himself.

……

"Omske! Watch out for Dolgodo in the south!" Roland warned Omske.

"You mean I'll strike as soon as they show a weakness?" Omske asked.

“What a load of nonsense! Keep an eye on Dolgodo. If they want to go north, then stop them! If they don’t come, then ignore them! Besides, it won’t be easy for them to advance across the Swiftflow River!” Roland said. “Okay, by the way, Your Highness! Remember to inform the White Wing King! The defenses of Los Saint-Neil are not as strong as those of Swiftflow City…” Omske suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly grabbed Roland.

“Alright! I will inform the White Wing King! The kingdom will not turn a blind eye to its allies!” Roland reassured Omsk, which was also a statement of attitude. A country that is not loyal to the alliance will naturally lose credibility and reputation in this land. Moreover, the Kingdom of Akvia, which evolved from a tribe, is also an important bulwark for the Kingdom of Lagrang.

……

"It is unwise of you to do this, Thorin!" Thranduil rarely took the initiative to talk to Thorin, his pure eyes reflecting Thorin's image.

"You elves have no right to interfere in the affairs of the dwarves! I mean no harm! I just want to pass through!" Thorin gave Thranduil a cold shoulder and retorted bluntly, kicking Thranduil's hard-won good mood back into Moria's ditch.

"...Whatever! It's none of my business if you don't value your people!" Thranduil said coldly, almost bursting with anger at being treated like dirt for his good intentions.

"It is precisely because I care about my people that I am going to Moria!" Thorin remained unmoved, picked up his Beastbite Sword, and walked to the front of the group.

"Tsk! The dwarves' tempers are as foul and stubborn as ever!" Thranduil's lieutenant couldn't help but say.

"Ignore them, I've already warned them for the sake of the Alliance!" Thranduil shook his head; good words were useless against those damned devils! When Thranduil saw Thorin's eyes, he knew the boy was determined to plunge headlong into Moria…

"It's going to snow soon..." The elves watched the fully armed dwarf army marching by with concern.

"Damn it! May they all freeze to death! It would be better if all the orcs and dwarves froze to death in Moria! They're all no good!" Thranduil had a deep-seated prejudice against the dwarves.

"Sigh..." The other elves shook their heads at the sight. After all, the dwarf's stubbornness was something the elves couldn't persuade. Even Roland gave up after hearing this, let alone the elves whom the dwarf already disliked.

……

"Oli! Stop them!" Ouyin swung his battle axe and chopped off the head of an orc. The head, now unsupported, spun and flew into the sky.

"Kill!" Dozens of shield-wielding, axe-wielding dwarves, as if possessed by demons, effortlessly cleaved through orc after orc with their dwarven battle axes gleaming with sharp battle aura. At this moment, they were like the dead returned from hell! It was precisely because of the presence of these warriors that the eastern gate of Moria had not fallen.

"Fight! Fight! Sons of Turin!" After Balin was injured, Oli and Oyin took over command. The two dwarves, exhausted, launched an attack on the orcs. Soon, under the dwarves' desperate counterattack, the orcs were driven out...

"Turin! Where are our reinforcements?" Oli spat out a mouthful of blood.

"If no reinforcements arrive, we'll have to retreat to the main hall!" Ou Yin looked at the soldiers behind him. All the dwarves were covered in wounds, and the Moria dwarves had no reserves left.

(End of this chapter)