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

Chapter 443 The Golden Holy Dragon!

"What is that sound? This dragon's roar is not right!" Roland stood there blankly, lost in confusion.

"Snap!" A head resembling a lizard emerged, and as its eyelids slid, egg liquid dripped down its pale golden head.

“Hey! Hello little guy, welcome to Middle-earth!” Roland reached out and teased him.

"Ouch!" Roland exclaimed in surprise, quickly pulling his hand back. Several beads of blood appeared, and Roland had no choice but to use his battle qi to heal the wound on his hand.

"Why is it acting like a dog? It even bites people?" Roland looked at the pitiful-looking baby dragon in front of him with a headache. The baby dragon was smacking its lips, as if recalling the taste of Roland's blood.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a flash of orange-red magnified in Roland's eyes.

"Damn it!" Roland instinctively activated his divine battle aura to shield himself.

"That damn rebellious brat! He almost ruined my face!" Roland, still shaken, picked up the baby dragon; he'd almost been scalded by dragon breath! He didn't mind Nyx's "face wash," but a dragon breath was unnecessary! After all, he'd sculpted a pretty handsome face model back then.

"Roar!" The golden dragon cub, held by the neck by Roland, struggled to flap its two soft wings, its four slender dragon claws struggling weakly.

"This sound is much more normal!" Roland immediately felt that the young dragon's cry was much more normal. Those few "ga" sounds before? What ga! That was just hallucination from not sleeping well last night.

"Awooo..." A ray of light emerged from the young dragon's throat. Roland reacted quickly and grabbed the dragon by the neck. Instantly, the golden dragon went out of control, and even its roar stopped abruptly.

"You little golden dragon dares to be so presumptuous? Your father can easily suppress you with one hand!" Roland boasted, holding the young dragon in one hand. Little did he know that these words would later lead to his deepest regret...

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"Tsk tsk tsk! So beautiful! What an elegant and noble creature! As if it were a gift from nature, the embodiment of the dragon god walking in the world..." Roland's lips twitched as he listened to Lafitte Anthony pile up every conceivable word of praise on this golden dragon.

"Damn it! Now we have another hidden enemy, a dragon..." Yun Feng wasn't particularly excited, but the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"By the Dragon God!" Caslo and Ajax exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Roland, you bastard! Are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" The Smurf, shrunk to the size of a house cat, was being held in Nyx's arms as she angrily questioned Roland.

"Your Highness, the dragons demand an explanation!" Ajax's mount, Renoir, shrunk to the size of a house cat and perched on Ajax's shoulder, looking at Roland and speaking softly.

Caslo's mount, Kaldor, remained calm, perched silently on Caslo's shoulder. However, his forward-leaning posture betrayed his turbulent inner turmoil; his target, however, was the other two dragons...

(As for Kaldor, who became a dragon after Roland elevated his life level with precious dragon crystals, Roland was more worthy of Kaldor's loyalty than the dragon race itself.)
High-ranking officials from other kingdoms also gathered here, and even Omske, who was stationed at Lulong Fortress, came to join in the fun.

"Sigh..." Roland sighed and recounted the whole story once again.

After hearing this, everyone except a few who knew the truth was dizzy and disoriented. What kind of incredible life was this? What kind of absurd plot was this? What kind of tenacious vitality was this? And what kind of cerebral palsy king was this?

“So now this is a big problem!” Omske rubbed his temples.

“Great King Lagrange, you wouldn’t want the dragons to know about this, would you?” Yunfeng said.

"???" Roland was startled. Colonel, please stop speaking! What kind of Japanese slang is this...?

"Alright, that's enough. Don't make a fuss if you have nothing better to do, or you'll attract the dragons and cause trouble!" Roland said, admitting that the leak was unexpected, but thankfully it only occurred among the higher-ups. "..." The Smurf and Renoir exchanged a glance. What, aren't we dragons? They felt offended.

"You can't take the dragon out for a ride! Otherwise, this city will be scorched into giant glass by the dragon's breath..." Old Man Adile wiped the cold sweat from his brow and hurriedly said. As a hero, he was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to be beaten to death by the dragons because his king had acquired a golden dragon...

After all, what became of those Balrogs back then...

"It's not that exaggerated! Dragon Clan Cat Dragon Island has been around for so many years..." Roland comforted everyone, hoping against hope.

"Do you believe that if news of the Golden Dragon reaches Dragon Island, the dragon army will arrive within a day..." the Smurf's voice drifted over.

"This..." Roland's expression changed instantly. He dared not disbelieve it. It was probably even more outrageous than what the Smurfs said. At least the Golden Dragon Clan and the Silver Dragon Clan would come out in full force. In this situation, other dragon clans wouldn't even need to come. Just these two branches of the dragon clans could wipe the Kingdom of Lagrang from the Central Plains.

"I'm not brain-dead, why would I tell Dragon Island that I have a golden dragon cub?" Roland complained. This was just asking for trouble. They couldn't even handle the orcs and Sauron, and now they had to make enemies with the dragons... That would be disastrous!
"Actually, you have another option," the Smurf said lazily. Everyone turned their gaze toward them, except for the two dragons who turned their heads away.

“You can return the baby dragon to Dragon Island, and you will gain the friendship of the entire dragon race!” the Smurf said seriously.

"Screw your wishful thinking!" Roland said bluntly. He thought, "I painstakingly resurrected the dragon egg, and you're just going to return it to the dragons? Friendship? What kind of friendship could possibly give Roland a few more dragon knights? A single golden dragon knight could easily suppress any Ringwraith."

"That's your business. Whether you stay or leave is up to you. I'm just giving you advice." The Smurf flicked its tail.

"Your Highness, what name do you plan to give him?" Yunfeng asked.

“Name…” Roland hesitated for a moment.

"How about we name him Doss?" Roland picked up the baby dragon and smiled. "Bell" is a boy, so Roland thought of a cool guy in a certain game. His sassy look with black sunglasses was exactly the same as this arrogant guy.

“Doss? What a great name!” Ajax and Renoir exchanged a glance and laughed.

"Pfft!" Roland almost spat out his water. He never expected that even in Middle-earth, the Three Heroes of the Dark Zone would be involved in such a complicated relationship...

"Aww..." Doss whimpered weakly.

“Your Highness, the young dragon must be hungry…we can feed it some fresh meat,” Lafitte Anthony said to Roland, tilting his head.

“Okay, go and prepare!” Roland nodded and said to Lafitte Anthony, after all, he was more familiar with the dragon race than Roland.

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After marveling at the sight, everyone left, leaving only the exceptionally rebellious Doss and Roland locked in a fierce battle in the room, staring intently at each other.

"Tsk! Are you training an eagle? That's a dragon..." The Smurf jumped in through the window and sighed helplessly as he looked at the two people, one human and one dragon, whose intelligence was questionable.

"Awooo!" Doss howled at the Smurfs as if in a show of defiance.

“…Newborn dragons can’t talk, so you can howl at him for now.” The Smurf flicked her tail and rolled her eyes. She didn’t take a mere baby dragon seriously.

(End of this chapter)