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

"This is a huge problem..." Roland said, pulling at his hair and staring at the rising smoke in the distance, feeling a chill run down his spine.

As a hardcore Lord of the Rings player, Roland understood that this was dust from the mountain that had been stirred up by a forbidden dragon spell!
Roland had witnessed the Great Forbidden Spell Flame Space created by Caslo and Ajax together! The power of that thing was worlds apart from the Great Forbidden Spell Dragon Riding Death. Roland even felt that the power of Dos's Dragon Riding Death was comparable to the superior forbidden spell of Flame Space, the divine forbidden spell - Yama Space!
"This has nothing to do with us. That's the Golden Dragon's doing. It has nothing to do with us! The dragon isn't here with us!" Caslo said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m afraid this explanation won’t work…” Roland looked at Caslo’s back with a mixture of surprise and nervousness.

"Dragon God!" Caslo turned around and saw Dos preparing to swoop down.

"Splat!" The enormous dragon body shrank rapidly just before it was about to fall into Roland's arms, quickly returning to the normal size of a young dragon.

"Dos (Golden Dragon): Juvenile stage." Sure enough, in the system panel, Dos had been deactivated from the magical "ripening" state and had returned to being an adorable young dragon.

"Hey! Ant!" A childish voice rang in Roland's ears, startling him so much that he quickly looked around.

"Are you looking? Look directly at me! You ant!" Another childish voice rang out, finally allowing Roland to locate the source of the sound. It was the golden dragon nestled in his arms speaking.

"Idiot! This is the ability to communicate with your soul! How did you become my knight? Don't you have any common sense! You ant?" Doss grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"My God, he can actually communicate with me?" Roland excitedly pointed it out to Caslow.

“That’s a dragon… not a kitten or puppy. The ability to communicate telepathically isn’t a regular skill?” Caslo shook his head and looked at Roland.

"I see!" Roland nodded in understanding.

"Hey! You ants! You lowly people! I'm calling you!" Dos flew up and bumped into Roland.

However, Roland obviously wouldn't let the young dragon knock him over. He simply smiled and caught Doss, grabbing both of their wings. Poor Doss whimpered and struggled like a pathetic dog whose fate had been seized by the neck.

"Stop messing around!" Roland uttered in somewhat awkward dragon language.

"You speak dragon language?" Doss wagged his tail in surprise, a gesture that left Doss speechless. How could a perfectly good dragon be turning into a dog...?

“I am the King of Lagrang! Isn’t it normal for me to speak the language of dragons?” Roland immediately bestowed a high compliment upon himself, since the name of Lagrang, a nation founded by dragons, sounded more prestigious.

"Oh, you ants who speak dragon language, come and offer me a feast! I just smashed those scum who attacked you into pieces! Now I need to replenish my nutrition!" Dos said lazily.

"Want a good slap? Looks like you haven't figured things out!" Roland stretched out his sinful hand and started rubbing it. To be honest, the feel of the young dragon was quite good; the scales were smooth and it felt quite satisfying to coil around it.

"Hey! Don't touch me! It's your honor to be my servant!" Dos roared angrily as he dodged Roland's large hand that reached out towards his dragon horns.

"Damn it! Servant! Me, the king! What are you barking about?" Roland picked up Doss with a playful expression.

"Hey! You signed an equal contract with me! What are you doing?" Doss looked at the man who held his fate by the neck with some fear.

If it weren't for the contract preventing me from harming him, I would have already given him a good shove of dragon breath! Wait! Can't harm him? That's right! With the contract, what can he do to me! Thinking of this, Doss's entire dragon stood up straight.

"Ha, you ant!" Doss raised his head and looked arrogantly at Roland. "..." Caslo and Cardo exchanged a glance, speechless. This dragon knight duo was too bizarre.

……

"Your Highness..." After a long while, Omsk arrived with the rest of his men.

“Roland, I suggest you think about how to explain this to Ironfoot Dayne!” Verway shrugged, gazing at the Iron Mountain range that looked as if someone had taken a bite out of it, and said quietly.

"Uh!" Roland was speechless for a moment, like a chicken being choked. Now that the smoke and dust had mostly dissipated, Roland could clearly see that a large chunk of the northern part of the Iron Hills was missing, and almost half of the mountain range had been wiped away.

“Annihilation…” Roland pursed his lips, feeling a bit thirsty. The annihilating power of the divine dragon force was too terrifying. Even the hardest granite could not withstand its powerful corrosive force and was annihilated into ashes.

“I feel we need to check on the situation at Iron Hills!” Roland frowned. If the dwarves suffered massive casualties because of Doth, the already fragile alliance in the North would collapse instantly. Roland wouldn’t even need to think about fighting Sauron anymore; he would probably have to fight the dwarves to the death first.

"..." Omsk and Kaslow exchanged a glance. If this matter was not handled properly, it would definitely trigger a war between the two races. After all, this was tantamount to giving the dwarves a free pass.

Of course, there's still a solution. If Roland kills these Swan Knights members and then denies everything, the dwarves won't suspect Lagrang. Roland's gaze towards Holfa and the others was rather unfriendly. As the saying goes, "Better to sacrifice a friend than oneself!" Let the southern battlefield go to hell; if Lagrang and the dwarves really fight, the north will be crippled first.

……

"By the Dragon God!" A group of Lagrange Knights arrived at the original valley location. The valley had now become an alluvial fan plain, and the mountains on both sides had disappeared without a trace, with the surrounding terrain dropping by tens of meters.

The entire mountain was blasted into a cliff, and the originally sloping foothills disappeared abruptly as if they had been sheared off! Below was the original valley area, which resembled an alluvial fan plain.

"Hey! Friends down there! What's going on here?" Suddenly, several heads popped out from the foothills and asked.

"..." Roland and his group pretended to exchange pleasantries, not daring to speak!

"Dwarf friends, are you alright? Look how loud the tremors were just now!" Roland winked at Omsk, who immediately called out.

"Who are you?" the Ironhill dwarves asked warily.

“I am Omsk, a sixth-tier hero of the Kingdom of Lagrange! This is our knightly order!” Omsk did not reveal Roland’s identity.

“Oh! Friends of Lagrange, thank you for your concern, we are fine! It’s just that some parts of the kingdom’s dungeons near here have collapsed!” the dwarf said.

"Wait a minute, let me find the way down! The dwarves will not mistreat guests who have come from afar," said the dwarf above.

"No need, I appreciate your kindness, but since we don't need any help, we'll be going now!" Omske shrank back, acting like a thief with a guilty conscience despite being a middle-aged man.

"Let's go!" Roland took the lead and ran off, followed by everyone else. Soon, the group disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? Why did they leave? They came all this way without even staying for a meal?" The dwarf above scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.