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

Chapter 451 Saving Private Holfa

"Thank you so much..." Roland's eyes were full of helplessness. Roland pointed at Doss in his arms and looked at the pessimistic Verway with some resignation.

“However, you really need to suppress your dark side. This thing is not as effective as the Lord of the Rings... but it still contains the malevolent energy of the dragons!” The grassland elves, who are close to nature, are extremely sensitive to this dark aura. The grassland elves, who worship the goddess of nature, are the race that most reveres nature and life. For Verway, having Roland next to him is no less than throwing a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder into a garbage dump.

“I understand!” Roland looked down at the Grand Duke’s Dragon Armor on his body.

"Wait! What else do you have on you?" Verway was suddenly taken aback because he suddenly realized that the dragon's ferocity on the Grand Duke's Dragon Armor had been weakened as soon as it emerged. It was this special balance that prevented Roland from changing. It seemed that something was suppressing the dragon's ferocity.

"You mean this?" Roland brandished the Dragon Slayer Sword and the Divine Shield Eliyal.

"No, it's something else!" Verway could sense the extraordinary nature of the Dragon Slayer Sword and Eliar, but the purifying power was clearly not something these two things could produce.

"On your hand..." Verway glanced at Roland's antique and elegant ring without realizing it.

"You mean this?" Roland couldn't help but admire his keen eye! The Nine Rings of Humanity were highly sought-after items in The Lord of the Rings, serving as artifacts for knights and coveted by countless knightly professions.

Roland twirled the two holy rings on his left hand. The rings, made of divine gold, were engraved with the inscriptions of Glory and Mercy in Lagrange!

"What? A divine artifact? This..." Verway now believed that the Lagrange Empire was an even older empire than the Numenor Empire. He had sensed Roland's extraordinary background when Roland gave him Manicati, and now it seemed that his estimation was still too low.

“Divine metal (divine gold), with sacred attributes!” Roland shrugged. The material of a divine artifact must possess divinity, which is the biggest difference between legendary and mythical weapons. Of course, a divine artifact does not necessarily mean that it is more powerful than a legendary weapon! However, the role of divinity in many situations is unmatched by other legendary weapons.

"Now I believe you are the heir to the fallen empire!" Verway shook his head as if he had been fucked by a dog. No wonder the terrifying ferocity of the dragon race did not affect Roland's mind at all. Damn it, even the One Ring would have to obediently pay homage to Roland when suppressed by two holy artifacts. The divinity on even the most trashy artifacts would not be fake.

"..." Verway's lips curled into a grin. He looked thoughtfully at Roland's shield and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He hadn't looked closely before, but now that he saw it, Verway was tempted to attack the rich man. Why bother with orcs? Wouldn't attacking Roland be better? Let's sell Dolgodo and Gombada for those three artifacts and see if it's worth that much.

"The divine artifact with holy attributes suppressed the dragon's ferocity... This thing will never affect you again unless you throw away your artifact." Verway muttered, his mind blank, only thinking that being rich is really damn good!
“Oh! What a wonderful thing! I knew it! If my personality changed, how could Nyx not know? We’ve shared a bed for so long and she knows me so well, yet she didn’t notice anything wrong. That means there’s no problem!” Roland rested his chin on his hand, finding a reason that convinced him. The sight of him made Verway grip his sword tighter.

A dog! A dog! It really is a dog! Verviers cried out inwardly, "Not only is he rich, but he's also showing off his wife in front of single guys! Verviers really wanted to ask him if he knew that showing off your love will lead to a quick death!"
"Let's go! Let's get those unlucky guys out of here, or they'll starve to death on Iron Hills!" Verway rolled his eyes at Roland.

“Well, I really don’t understand how they were driven up the mountain by the Dongyi people. They’re knights!” Roland was a bit of a headache. To be honest, these Swan Knights had made a fool of themselves for their brothers. Roland would rather call them Clown Knights… Not only could they not beat them, but they were also surrounded by them.

"Just how much do you despise the Eastern Barbarians? Those guys were the ones who fought and killed King Gondor head-on back in the day! Put away your arrogance and haughtiness! The only thing that can defeat a person is arrogance!" Verway frowned. It was fine to despise those Eastern Barbarians, but to look down on them was just plain stupid!

Seeing that Roland was looking down on the Dongyi people, Verway was so frightened that he quickly shouted that he was going out to rescue people with Roland, not to die with Roland! Roland, who went into battle with the idea that the Dongyi people were weak and vulnerable, would be badly injured even if he didn't die.

"Huh?" Roland was taken aback. He hadn't really paid attention to this kind of knowledge. His impression of the Dongyi people was limited to the scenes of the Lagrange Empire beating them like grandsons and the history of the Dongyi people brutally beating the Twins of Lonely Mountain. "The Dongyi people are not made of paper. You should know their fighting strength. We all know that the victory in the last battle was due to trickery. This time, there won't be any Dongyi people lining up for you to kill." Verway shook his head.

"Hmm." Roland finally put away his contempt and nodded seriously.

“Come, let us go and save those poor children. May the goddess of nature bless them!” Verway gestured to his chest.

"Does praying to the Goddess of Nature work? Does praying to the Dragon God work?" Roland asked curiously.

"...Faith! Faith! Do you even know what faith is!" Veins bulged on Verway's forehead. Roland's words were just like the American insult calling a black man a black gorilla.

"Tch! You think you're as awesome as my system god? Yeah, system! Since I'm protecting you like this, how about giving you some good stuff for signing in tomorrow?" Roland thought to himself. If you can't beat them, join them. Roland not only joined, but he also fawned over them! Roland vowed to be the system daddy's little lapdog, fawning over them in every way possible.

"Simp, simp, you'll end up with nothing!" The system's cold voice interrupted Roland's enthusiastic thoughts.

"Damn it! ***** system!" A series of rapid-fire electronic sounds echoed in Roland's mind.

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"My lord, what should we do?" A swan knight asked idly, turning over a field mouse stuck in a twig. The plump field mouse was probably the largest prey they could find in the mountains during winter.

"Eat first! Eating won't shut you up!" Holfa grumbled, gnawing on half a field mouse and the coarse bread that was as hard as a rock.

"This won't do, sir. We don't have enough supplies," a knight whispered to Holfa.

“I know, but forcing our way in will cause casualties, and we can’t afford to lose any of our men!” Holfa said gravely, his brow furrowed.

"Yes, I understand! But... this should be the kingdom of the Iron Hills dwarves, where are the dwarves?"

"Where else could they be? They're underground, of course. Why don't you dig a hole down there and go find them?" another soldier chuckled.

"Even if we find him, it's useless! The Iron Hills Dwarf King isn't here!" Holfa rubbed his face with snow to clear his head; his face was already chapped from the north wind.

"..." Everyone suddenly remembered the war between the Moria dwarves, and they all fell silent.

(End of this chapter)