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

"Hiss... You've made up your mind?" Roland rubbed his head, which still ached from the hangover, and looked at Apophis Breo with a serious expression.

“Yes, Your Highness! I’ve decided to go!” Apophis Breo looked at Roland with a determined expression.

"Isn't it too early? The snow and ice haven't melted yet, and the mountain roads aren't easy to travel!" Roland frowned.

“I want to take advantage of the winter when the orcs won’t be paying attention to that place and quickly establish a foothold there, and take control!” Apophis Breo looked at Roland.

"Do you have a plan?" Roland asked instead of saying anything more.

“Yes, I will contain the Old Pass area! I will blockade it, and then fortify the area under my control! That way, the residents under my rule can work and produce in the spring!” Apophis Breo said.

“Come and take a look!” Roland didn’t comment, but stood up and went to the sand table in the council hall, pointing to the Misty Mountains in front of him.

"..." Apophis Breo, puzzled, came to Roland's side and looked at the area Roland was pointing to.

"This area from Old Pass to Old Ferry is completely indefensible! What do you plan to do? The kingdom is powerless to cross the Swift River and the Anduin River to support you!" Roland's eyes were filled with seriousness. Although he hoped his nobles would expand the territory, he was unwilling to see them cause heavy casualties among the kingdom's people due to their greed and recklessness. Although Apophis Breo's advance team was small, the subsequent immigrants were the main focus!

“In the early stages, there was definitely no other way. I could only lead my people to survive under the protection of the high walls. But later, when conditions were better…” Apophis Breo took a deep breath.

"I will restore the Wall to its former glory!" Apophis Breo's eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, the indomitable spirit of the King's Landing lion still shining brightly in this world.

“I see…” Roland rubbed his chin, his eyes full of thought. “So very much like the King’s Landing! It perfectly matches the King’s Landing family’s style! It seems the Breo family has a real obsession with the Great Wall!”
"The last Dragon Emperor, who swore an oath to never surrender from the Northern Fortress..." Roland murmured. The last Lagrange Dragon Emperor died in battle at the Northern Fortress before the Lagrange Empire collapsed. Almost all the members of the King's Landing family and most of the Dragon Rider families also died with him...

"To die for the Emperor is our honor!" Apophis Breo exclaimed, pounding his chest and raising his head.

“I know the loyalty and bravery of the Lion Kings, but I hope you will reconsider,” Roland said sincerely.

"Your Highness, speed is of the essence! Time waits for no one! We must set off immediately!" Apophis Breo sighed softly, expressing his determination without elaborating further.

"Well, good luck! I hope you can make the dragon banner of Lagrange and the lion banner of the King's Landing family fly over the Misty Mountains!" Roland took a breath and pulled out a magic alchemy bottle from his system space. Inside was the Imperial outpost that Apophis Breo had been longing for.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will prove it to you!" Apophis Breo pounded his chest, turned and left with a resolute look in his eyes.

"Phew!" Roland let out a breath, slumped into his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Huh? I just saw Apophis Breo go out. What's wrong, Your Highness?" Omske walked in, arms crossed.

“Yes, he’s gone.” Roland nodded.

"Gone?" Omske was taken aback. "He's preparing to head to the Old Pass," Roland nodded.

"Huh?" Omske walked to the window in surprise, pushed it open, stretched out his hand, felt the temperature, and quickly withdrew it.

Roland frowned as he watched Omske turn and leave: "Where are you going? You're leaving without even saying goodbye?"

"I'm going to go and bring that crazy guy back!" Omske said, his face dark.

“Goodbye, that kid Apophis Breo is as stubborn as a mule—he’s made up his mind.” Roland shook his head and called out to Omske.

"No, Your Highness, are you running a fever? It's snowing heavily outside. You're sending that guy to Old Pass with his men now? Is the Gangbada orc's sword not sharp enough, or are there not many goblins left in the Misty Mountains?" Omske asked in surprise.

"Then what should we do? Keep him waiting until spring?" Roland spread his hands.

“…Sigh!” Omsk slumped down and shook his head helplessly.

"Hehehe! Gentlemen!" Yun Feng clapped his hands to attract their attention.

"Think about it carefully. What if that kid manages to establish himself? Wouldn't that give us a stronghold?" Yun Feng said with a smile.

"Moreover, the Junlin family's strength is not as weak as you think!" Yun Feng revealed a mysterious smile.

"Hiss! You're still playing riddles with me?" Roland jumped up and grabbed Yun Feng by the collar. He was already dissatisfied with the execution ground-like wedding scene designed by Yun Feng, and this kid dared to keep him in suspense. He had no choice but to give him a hard time.
“Um… Actually, all the major families still have some treasured items passed down through generations, such as the heirlooms in your storage space. Of course, how could the King of Lions family, as a once illustrious ducal family, not have some stockpiles?” Yun Feng shrugged.

"..." Roland's lips twitched. What kind of heirloom did he have? He was just surviving on the system's pathetic drop rate, which was neither high nor low. Roland sometimes suspected that the probability of his system dropping items was not much different from that of a certain old sixth-ranked player breaking through to get a big gold item.

“I sensed an energy in his spatial ring that was no weaker than a forbidden spell, which means that kid has at least one forbidden spell in his possession!” Yun Feng quickly added.

"What?" Now it was Roland's turn to be dumbfounded. Were all his underlings this brave?! Are forbidden spells something that can be mass-produced? Not to mention the dragon knights and dragons, Roland estimated that Yun Feng could at least wield a forbidden spell to show everyone. Now even the unremarkable Grand Knight Apophis Breo could conjure a forbidden spell with ease?
“Actually, that’s normal. Your queen should also have forbidden spells, probably more than one…” Yunfeng quickly pushed Roland’s hand that was gripping hers.

"Huh?" Roland was stunned. Did these guys think of forbidden spells as ordinary fireballs? Can this stuff really be sold in bulk?
“It’s normal for things to be passed down from the Imperial Era. Back then, a group of wise men could seal forbidden spells and make forbidden spell scrolls. Moreover, many sixth-order sages could release forbidden spells for the wise men to seal. Every noble family would have some forbidden spell scrolls. You should know that forbidden spells are not necessarily for destruction! Sometimes they also represent protection!” Omske smiled.

"A forbidden protective spell...that thing is as rare as a wild dragon." Roland's lips twitched. After all, destruction is always easier than protection, isn't it?
“They’re quite rare now, but back then every earl’s family had one,” Yun Feng said with a smile.

Those idiot Japanese devils have started discharging nuclear wastewater, I have to find a way to give them a piece of my mind! A bunch of bastards, that's all I can say.