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

"Hey!" After some time, Caslo stretched out his foot and kicked Apophis Breo, who was still fast asleep.

"Hmm..." Apophis Breo opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Caslo in a daze. It seemed that he had blacked out.

"You guys have been sleeping for almost a whole day!" Caslo looked at the sky; he had been watching over these "animals" from dawn till dusk.

"What did you guys do?" Caslow squatted down and looked at Apophis Breo with great interest.

"What did you do?" Apophis Breo asked, looking puzzled.

“Still pretending, huh! Come on! Want me to take you up to the sky and show you that road behind you that's dozens of miles wide?” Caslo pointed behind them.

"..." Apophis Breo was about to angrily rebuke Caslo for spouting nonsense when he suddenly remembered the group of Heroic Spirits he had somehow created. Thousands of King's Knights' Heroic Spirits hadn't even managed to clear a path; Sauron would probably have to replace the gates at the gates of Mordor.

"I don't know what happened, but I summoned the spirit of my ancestor..." Apophis Breo said after a few seconds of silence.

"Heroic spirit? Which Grand Duke of King's Landing?" Caslo crossed his arms and said nonchalantly. After all, outstanding descendants would have their ancestors' heroic spirits drawn by their bloodline in certain situations to protect them. It was normal for Apophis Breo, the only son of the Lion King's Landing family, to have one or two ancestors' heroic spirits protecting him.

“No, no… it’s a…” Apophis Breo suddenly became agitated and stammered.

"Oh? Your Highness, you're quite lucky! You've been protected by several ancestors. It seems you'll soon be able to restore their glory!" Caslo patted Apophis Breo on the shoulder and said happily.

“It was the last Grand Duke and the last of the King’s Landing’s iron cavalry…” Apophis Breo stammered.

"Thump!" The usually composed Caslo slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Are you kidding me?" Caslo's pupils dilated, his shock evident in his eyes.

“No, no, no, it’s true! Thousands of King’s Knights have trampled this road…” Apophis Breo murmured.

The Elf Path was later renamed the Avenue of Heroes to commemorate the King's Landing heroes who traversed this path.

“Kardo!” Caslo waved his hand, and the shrunken Cardo climbed onto his arm.

"My knight, what's wrong?" Kaldo asked lazily.

"Help me check if he has any evil spirit-type talents!" Caslo said solemnly. A person who summons thousands of souls to fight is called a necromancer! What knight can conjure thousands of heroic spirits out of nowhere? You must understand that the biggest difference between heroic spirits and evil spirits is that heroic spirits have their own consciousness and thoughts, capable of making judgments, unlike evil spirits which are left only with the instinct to kill.

“No, his body only contains pure fire elemental battle energy; no evil spirit or soul-type energy was detected.” Kaldo shook his head. His brilliant dragon eyes could still easily see through everything about Apophis Breo. After all, the terrifying difference in life level was enough to make the dragon race stand above many other races.

“Be careful of your condition, don’t let those things affect your mind!” Caslo looked at Apophis Breo solemnly. He wasn’t talking about any heroic spirit, but rather the evil spirit or soul attribute he suspected was lurking in Apophis Breo’s body.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" After Caslo said that, Apophis Breo, who was usually carefree, also became nervous. He didn't want to become a madman who only knew how to kill.

"Of the thirteen attributes—water, fire, wood, earth, wind, thunder, light, darkness, ice, space, soul (evil spirit), holy, and evil—there aren't many that can suppress the soul attribute. Only holy and evil are available. Do you have any items related to this?" Caslo asked anxiously.

“Yes! Does the Grand Duke’s Glory badge count?” Apophis Breo pulled out a badge. The badge, with its red background and gold trim, was ancient and grand. The only two designs on it were a crown with a longsword and shield on the front and a lion pacing behind it. But it was this thing that made Caslo’s pupils shrink when he saw it.

"Greetings to you, Your Excellency!" Caslo bowed respectfully, striking his chest, and gazed solemnly at the badge.

"By the Dragon God! You actually have this treasure?" After bowing, Caslo quickly came closer. Just by getting close, he felt a divine aura constantly washing over his body. It felt so good!
“Yes, it was passed down from our ancestors,” Apophis Breo said proudly.

"I doubt there are many Grand Duke's Glory Medals left in the world!" Caslo's tone carried a hint of sourness, after all, this thing had quite a history.

This medal is a sacred emblem bestowed upon the grand dukes under the king of the Holy Kingdom of Lagrange, the predecessor of the Lagrange Empire. The main body is made of the scales of a golden holy dragon, and the gold border is also made of fine gold. It is engraved with the eternal holy spell - the Holy Breath, which will continue to be released as long as the emblem is not damaged.

Caslo gazed at the badge filled with stories and couldn't help but sigh, saying with deep emotion, "Of the families that once possessed these badges, how many are left today?"

This small badge witnessed the rise and fall of an empire. Even Roland, who now inherits the bloodline of the Kingdom of Rovanian, was once awarded a badge of honor as a Grand Duke of Rovanian. However, Roland has not yet managed to obtain that item from the system. This badge was once a symbol of the empire's top nobles, and even the worst off among those who possessed it was a Grand Duke.

It could be said that this thing was the most effective token for top noble family heads to prove their identity, but no one asked Roland to prove it, after all, the empire was gone. But Caslo was still incredibly shocked when he saw Apophis Breo's Grand Duke's Glory Badge.

"With this thing, you should never be afraid of evil spirits possessing you again..." Caslo looked at Apophis Breo with complicated emotions. He had originally planned to help him procure some sacred items from the kingdom's only two holy knights (Roland and Renault: Thank you!) to help Apophis Breo avoid being corrupted by those energies, but upon seeing this thing, Caslo instantly felt a pang of sadness. He was the type who feared his brother's hardship, and even more so, feared his brother driving a Land Rover...

As expected of the damned ancient noble families, they are truly rich. They have one trump card after another, and they can't use them all! Caslo could only look down on these wealthy and powerful nobles in his heart. No wonder the old noble families look down on the new noble families. With this kind of background and class, how can they be the same?

"By the way, what are you doing here? Did His Highness ask you to come and help me expand?" Apophis Breo then remembered to ask Caslo why he had suddenly come over.

"His Highness was worried about you, so he sent me over to check on you and to replenish your supplies! But seeing that you're doing well puts my mind at ease!" Caslo pouted, thinking to himself that even if Roland starved to death, these old nobles wouldn't starve. They've managed to survive for so many years without running out of resources. Caslo couldn't even imagine how wealthy those top nobles were back then.