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

"Apophis Breo...you proud nobleman, are you alright?" Roland sighed, put down his quill pen, and slowly stood up, gazing at the snow-covered land in the distance as it gradually melted.

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"Your Highness, is there anything I can help you with?" Old man Adile bowed, placing his hand on his chest.

"Hmm, are you free these few days?" Roland poured Adile a cup of tea.

"Thank you for your trouble!" Adil said, flattered, as he accepted the tea.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need me to go and relieve someone to guard that place?" Adil asked, taking a sip of tea.

"No, no, no, with your old bones and limbs, I'm not that cruel as to send you to the front lines." Roland smiled and shrugged.

"It's like this, I'd like to ask you for some pointers on my skills. I've realized that my combat techniques still need improvement!" Roland shook his head with a wry smile.

"Oh?" Adile was clearly surprised, after all, he was quite astonished that Roland had said there was a problem with the combat techniques.

"No way! You're a great knight, how could you possibly have problems with technique after all this time? Oh! I see, do you feel that those ordinary combat skills are not worthy of your status? Don't worry! I have some trump cards I can teach Your Highness!" Adile said with a smile, gesturing with his hand.

"..." Roland gave a stiff smile and said nothing more. After all, what combat skills did a transmigrator like himself have? He could only skillfully use the professional skills given by the system. He had been fighting his way through the enemy ranks and rank, either with the help of the Knights or by suppressing his enemies. He had never fought anyone of equal strength. Roland was like a child holding an AR-15. He could pull the trigger, but he had no control over his own power.

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"Wow! You actually set up a training ground outside the city?" Roland exclaimed, looking at Adile who was leading the way.

"Of course, the temple area in the city is still a bit small. I expanded the training ground outside the city. It's enough for a thousand people to train, if not more!" Adile said with a smug and proud expression.

"..." Roland's eye twitched. You're really ruthless, aren't you? A thousand-strong knight order... what's the point? How long will it take Roland to get this thing running at full capacity?
"Another 'once-in-a-lifetime' series..." Roland shook his head and ignored it.

"Who are these?" Roland asked curiously, looking at the children riding horses at full speed on the training field.

"These are all children who have awakened their battle aura, but whether they can become professionals depends on luck... Currently, the only temple truly in use in the kingdom is the Knight Temple. We have a complete knight training capability, and as long as there are enough people, we will produce heroes trained by this temple in many years," Adile said nostalgically.

"The Archer's Temple can offer job changes, but there's a severe shortage of skills and class mentors. The archers' limited skills make it very difficult for them to cope with complex battlefield environments..." Adile said, looking at Roland.

“I understand, but compared to archers, I think we lack warriors more…” Roland tapped his helmet, looking somewhat troubled.

“Yes, but the Warrior Temple has nothing. Even if there are children with the talent to become warriors, we are powerless to help them change classes. We can only let them awaken on their own…” Adile sighed.

"A self-awakened profession... That's even rarer than finding a wild dragon egg!" Roland joked.

"Heh! Compared to encountering a dragon egg, awakened classes won't die." Adile shrugged.

"Hahaha!" Roland laughed heartily.

"Come on, Your Highness, shall we begin with foot combat or mounted combat?" Adile was eager to try. Although the old knight was old, the years had not dulled his fighting spirit; on the contrary, they had made him even more valiant.

"Let's start with foot combat." Roland thought for a moment and decided to begin with the most basic foot combat.

“Alright, let’s begin. Attack me with all your might! Don’t use any skills, use your most primal strength and technique!” Adile drew a wooden sword and tossed it to Roland, then drew one for himself as well.

"???" Omske looked at the two of them, somewhat bewildered. He held the newly arrived documents in his hand and wanted to walk over, but after thinking about it, he decided it wasn't appropriate and obediently stood still and waited. "Hah!" Roland lowered his knees, suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and swung his wooden sword in a wide arc. After all, Roland, who had experienced the information explosion era, knew that the more refined the move, the better. Fancy swordplay could never compare to a straight thrust.

"Clang!" Adile easily blocked Roland's fierce attack with a single, effortless movement.

"Huh?" Roland stared in disbelief at the wooden sword that made a metallic clanging sound despite being made of wood.

A muffled thud came from Roland's back, and Roland felt a burning pain.

"Hiss!" Roland gasped in pain, having made an indelible contribution to warming in the Middle-earth.

"Being stunned in front of the enemy is not a good habit; it could cost you your life!" Adile sheathed his wooden sword.

"You really went all out!" Roland stretched his shoulders. Although he was wearing armor, Adile's attack was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate the armor. Who knows how that old man managed to wield a wooden sword like a warhammer.

"Watch closely!" Adile suddenly said, then sheathed his sword and thrust forward with a sudden step.

"Holy crap!" Roland suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Bang!" At the last moment, Adile changed his spike into a slap, and Roland was sent flying to Omske's astonishment.

"Dragon God! Who was your mentor? I'm going to kill him. What did he teach you? Ballroom dancing?" Adile asked Roland, who was lying on the ground, with a frown.

"Damn, I almost thought I was going to die!" Roland groaned as he got up.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, but your foundation is really so bad it's embarrassing. Maybe you'll have to start from the very basics!" Adile said regretfully.

“Of course you’re the expert, so we’ll listen to you!” Roland nodded. Professional matters should be left to professionals, since Roland had never had any combat training.

“Then please follow me!” Adile looked at Roland deeply, his eyes showing approval.

……

"What is this? It's quite heavy!" Roland asked, looking at the thing that Adile had tied around his waist and legs.

“The lead weights will make your lower body more stable. The more stable your lower body is on horseback, the less likely you are to be knocked off! This way, you'll never need to use your foot combat skills!” Adile explained.

“It looks very high-class…” Roland tried to take a step.

“Okay, it’s not only high-end but also very heavy…” Roland complained after taking a few steps.

“You will need to wear them while walking, and you cannot take them off as long as you are moving,” Adile instructed.

"How long will this take?" Roland had a bad feeling.

“You must take it with you every day, including when I teach you swordsmanship,” Adile said matter-of-factly.

"..." Roland blinked, looking at his waist with a hint of tears in his eyes.