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

Roland was too embarrassed to stay for dinner. How could he let the dwarves entertain him after he had demolished half of their house? Fortunately, there were no casualties among the dwarves. On the one hand, the dwarves were quite skilled in earthquake resistance in underground structures. On the other hand, the terrifying Great Forbidden Curse of Doss actually only had the most terrifying impact in the first wave. The most destructive force was actually the powerful mass annihilation force.

Fortunately, Dragon's Burial was an energy attack, not a physical attack like Dragon Meteor Shower. Compared to the forbidden spell Dragon Starfall, which Peter Gro's Star Dragon Scythe once unleashed—a forbidden spell that summons meteors for physical attacks—Dragon's Burial was much less dramatic. (Dwarf: Are you serious?)
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"Thank you so much, King Roland," Holfa said sincerely. If it weren't for Roland and his group's help and rescue, even if they had managed to get out, they would have certainly suffered casualties. This would have been a further blow to the already impoverished Knights Order, and they might have even had to disband. Roland's intervention allowed them to successfully avert the crisis of the Knights Order's disbandment.

"There's no use in talking nonsense. Saving you is also hoping to help ourselves." Roland shook his head frankly. After all, relying on Gondor and Rohan to take the fall wouldn't be enough to ruin both nations. The War of the Ring decades later would be the real problem! It's currently the Third Age 2942, and the War of the Ring in the Third Age 3018 is a full 76 years away! Considering the long lifespan of the Lagranges, Roland should be in his middle age if nothing unexpected happens. Moreover, he believes that decades of accumulation will allow Lagrange to develop into a behemoth in the North! So for Roland, staying calm and not being reckless is the key to victory.

Roland stared at Horfa, his mind racing. He certainly hoped that Sauron would target Gondor and Rohan, the two most powerful kingdoms, so that he could survive in the unfriendly environment of the north. As long as Sauron did not focus too much attention on Roland, Roland's rise would be unstoppable.

"But I still need to thank you for your generous help!" Although Roland said this, Holfa was still very grateful to Roland. After all, it would have been understandable if the Dragon Knights had seen them trapped and had not offered any assistance. But Caslo not only bombed those Eastern Barbarians but also brought them the Lagrang Iron Cavalry!

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Holfa asked.

“Of course, we need a lot of food! The grain production in the North is not enough to meet our current consumption!” Roland added, seizing the opportunity.

"Grain? That's not difficult. I can arrange to sell you a batch of grain, enough to feed 2 people for a year, at cost price!" Holfa returned the favor and decided to help Roland with his difficulties.

"Thank you so much! But I hope to sign a long-term contract with you, since the people here need food every year to fill their stomachs!" Roland said quickly, knowing that a quick sale is not as good as a steady, long-term relationship.

“I see…” Holfa frowned. As a noble lord in southern Gondor, he had a lot of decision-making power, but such a large transaction still required the approval of Prince Adrahir of Amlos, since cost price meant losing money.

“We can exchange it for magical alchemical equipment!” Roland saw through Holfa’s concerns and, after a moment of thought, said to Holfa as if he had made a great decision.

"Pfft!" Omsk, who was drinking water nearby, spat it out.

While Holfa was completely bewildered, Omske subtly gave Roland a thumbs-up, making Roland's teeth ache.

"Magical equipment? You even produce this?" Holfa exclaimed in surprise. Since that's the case, he definitely had to think about it carefully. After all, magical equipment is not ordinary equipment. It requires the participation of alchemists or mages to be formed, otherwise it's just ordinary equipment!

"Do you accept customization?" This was the first question Holfa asked, which really surprised Roland.

“Of course!” Roland quickly realized that this was a great opportunity to make money. As for someone’s feelings, Roland ignored them again… “That’s great! I need to customize a set of plate armor! It needs to have self-repairing, sturdiness, and lightness!” Holfa calculated.

“No problem! Although the currency circulating in the kingdom is Dragon Coin, we also recognize the common currency of Middle-earth! You can customize it yourself!” Roland smiled.

"Mmm!" Holfa shook his head happily, but he guessed that Yunfeng would soon be unhappy.

“By the way, I’ve just thought about it, and I personally agree with your method. I’m willing to exchange an equivalent amount of food for magical equipment with you!” Holfa said.

“Then let’s go back and discuss it in detail!” Roland revealed a sly smile.

Omske silently mourned for Yunfeng. Thorin's five thousand sets of magical equipment hadn't been sorted out yet, and now another huge order had come in... Omske could already foresee the scene of Yunfeng's regicide.

Although the blacksmith shop is no longer entirely supported by Yun Feng as before, it is still short-handed. Nina Bonn, the girl Lance rescued, is now working there with a few magic apprentices, doing some mid-level operations. As for the hard labor, it is still done by the ordinary blacksmiths. They only need to inscribe various runes at fixed locations. The final connection activation requires Yun Feng to do it personally. Even though it has been simplified a lot, the workload is still huge for Yun Feng.

“Your Highness, are you sure Yunfeng can handle all that? He’s just an ordinary wise man, not a high-yield dairy cow…” Omske decided to put in a good word for Yunfeng.

“Of course I know, but you also know the current situation of the kingdom. Since I have the opportunity, I can’t let the people starve, can I?” Roland said calmly.

“This is so unfair to Yunfeng…and don’t we have caravans?” Omske said helplessly.

"What are the caravans selling?" Roland rolled his eyes. Selling ordinary equipment is nowhere near as lucrative as selling magical equipment. Moreover, it's not easy to acquire grain controlled by the South at cost price. After all, the price of grain from the South sold to the North by private caravans is not low, and it's definitely not as affordable as the official price.

"Gondor got the equipment they wanted, and we got the supplies we desperately needed. Isn't this a win-win situation?" Roland said proudly.

"Yes, yes, yes, the world where only Yunfeng is injured has been achieved." Omske glanced at Roland with an air of nonchalance, and couldn't help but think to himself that it was fortunate that he was not a support class, otherwise he would also be in Roland's hands. The workload was so heavy that even the donkeys of the production team would have to crawl back crying.

"Yunfeng will understand me!" Roland said confidently, though he was also quite nervous. He was prepared to go out and seek refuge for a few days, leaving the work to Yunfeng and then disappearing for a few days until Yunfeng calmed down before returning! Roland couldn't help but praise his own cleverness!