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

Chapter 491 You've Got Too High, Your Majesty

"Charge! Keep your distance!" Omske charged forward with his lance. After all, he didn't intend to use skills against these weak monsters. How could he eat them if they were beaten to a pulp? Wouldn't it be better to just stab them to death with one spear?
"You two be careful, if the herd scatters, you'll have to go and drive them away," Roland said to Ajax and Caslo, since the dragon's might was incredibly powerful intimidating to beasts.

"Okay." The two nodded listlessly. It was just about keeping watch from behind; they were both familiar with that.

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"Watch your position! You have battle aura protection, but your warhorses don't. These horned bulls are still legitimate magical beasts, no matter how weak they are! Don't let your guard down! If anyone ruins their horse, you'll be eating wood!" Omske said with a laugh and a scolding tone. He wanted everyone to take this operation seriously, as he didn't want to suffer any losses in a determined hunt.

"Thud!" A knight quickly closed in on the cattle and thrust out his lance.

The sharp lance pierced the eye socket of the horned bull in a flash. Before the bull could react, its knees buckled, and it rolled to the ground, convulsing.

"Moo!" The startled herd of beasts was clearly in a panic, but under the leadership of their leader, they still gritted their teeth and rushed south, their determination unshaken even as they suffered losses along the way.

"That's quite a lot!" Roland conservatively estimated that they could harvest at least several dozen calves this time, enough for breeding. More importantly, it's winter now, and there are no unweaned calves yet, so they'll be easy to raise! They'll thrive with just some grass.

"Damn!" A knight yanked the reins sharply, narrowly dodging a charging bull. He didn't want to test the full force of that charge, knowing that a single attempt would be futile.

"Die!" Seeing the enraged bull about to charge again, the anxious knight didn't care about anything else and directly covered his knight's sword with battle aura, delivering a powerful cleaving blow!
Blood and severed heads swirled and flew up; the poor horned bull's body had been thrown a long way, but its head remained in place.

"Moo! Moo!" The thick stench of blood stimulated the nerves of every horned bull, and they roared wildly, trying to scare away the knights of the knightly order who surrounded them. However, how could the Imperial Vanguard Knights, who had been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years, be easily frightened?

As expected, under the knights' slaughter, this herd of horned bulls finally felt unparalleled fear... especially after Omske killed the herd leader with a single spear thrust, which accelerated the herd's collapse!
As more and more adult bulls fell, the remaining bulls couldn't sit still any longer. They scattered and broke through the encirclement like madmen, their movements so fast that even Ajax and Caslo couldn't react in time... and then the knights suffered greatly.

One knight after another was impaled on the bull's horns and swayed like wind chimes. Roland's eyes twitched as he watched, and even Omske emerged from under the bull's belly in a moment of surprise.

"Damn it!" Omske's eyes were filled with murderous intent and humiliation! You, a sixth-tier peer, beat me up, and now this lowly steak has knocked me off my horse? How can I tolerate this? The scene was like an apprentice-level professional walking up to His Majesty Omske and lashing him with five lashes! After the beating, he not only spat on his face but also defecated on it.

Omsk felt a stinging pain on his face. King Roland was watching from not far away. He had led the army to this state for King Roland and even put on a show for him... Thinking about how he had ruined the performance, Omsk wished he had never been born.

"Drive the beasts together!" Roland was the first to realize that Omsk had messed up. Seeing the kingdom's knights being tossed around by the long horns, Roland had no choice but to send his dragon riders to clean up Omsk's mess.

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"Your Highness has had a great harvest!" Omske ran up to Roland with a beaming face.

"You wouldn't believe it, we hunted down nearly three hundred horned bulls! And we even caught about forty calves!" Omske exclaimed excitedly. That amount of meat would be enough to feed the entire city of Rapids for a long time. Besides, he had also caught dozens of live beef skewers.

"Not bad!" Roland sat on his horse, looking quite smug. "What about our losses?" Roland suddenly asked, his face darkening, as if he had just remembered something.

What's wrong? Are all the knights of the Holy Light Knights so awesome? They're all traveling around with bull horns on their backs, almost making the name of the Knights Order look bad.

"Ahem, quite a few people have sprained their ankles." Omske glanced around nervously.

"Hehe, keep it up! I see you all getting beaten up and you seem quite happy? If I hadn't seen it for myself today, I wouldn't have known you were all so brave!" Roland said with a squinty eye.

"So? Is this how you lead the Knights? You had fun butting heads with the horned bull? Did you even manage to butt it?" Roland asked Omske with a smile, though it was hard to tell how genuine his smile was.
"Your Highness is too kind!" Omske said with a forced smile, while also boasting to Roland. If he hadn't impulsively wrestled with the horned bull, he wouldn't have been knocked off his horse... After all, he really hadn't expected to have such a close encounter with a road-rage freak coming straight at him...

"..." Roland glanced at the man who had just been telling the soldiers not to get cocky, then turned his head away. He really didn't want to stare at him anymore; he was too damn funny. Especially after lifting his visor, Omsk's left cheek was noticeably rounder. It was clear that Omsk had chosen the sky in the battle between the sky and the earth, even though the sky had never won.

The most speechless person after the collision between the sky and the earth must be Omsk himself. His illustrious reputation has been utterly ruined. Now even His Highness looks at him with distrust. After all, a sixth-tier hero was knocked to the ground by a first-tier magical beast. It makes one wonder if this guy is a bit overrated.

“Omsk, you’re getting too cocky!” Roland said slowly.

"Your Highness is right. I was too arrogant and careless. I will pay attention and correct my mistakes in the future." Omsk readily admitted defeat, looking like an obedient child. In fact, he was furious. The Rebel had overturned Omsk, who was still directing his soldiers to surround the beast herd, and even Omsk's Abyss Warhorse was almost knocked away by the enraged horned bull when he was not paying attention.

"Have the soldiers cut and pack all the beef! And take the hides with them too..." Roland casually ordered.

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"Alright, what's wrong with you all? You look like you've lost a battle?" On the way back, Roland could only try to lighten the mood by looking at the dejected crowd.

A few people did raise their heads this time, but they quickly lowered them again. Clearly, being beaten up by a bunch of trash monsters in front of the king was humiliating enough, so who could laugh in this atmosphere?
"It's alright, I'll pretend I was blind and didn't see what just happened. Stand tall! You are proud citizens of the kingdom, and I hope you can always live confidently and proudly in the sunshine! Can such a small mistake really discourage you?"

"No!" the knights cried out.

“That’s right! You can have as much roast beef as you want tonight, that’s the reward you deserve!” Roland said generously, waving his hand.

"Oh! Long live Your Highness!" The knights shouted Roland's great name with beaming smiles.

They had originally thought it would just be a voluntary hunting trip with the boss, but when they returned, the boss generously ordered a table full of dishes for them, which almost stunned the knights who were craving meat.

Roland was also making his own calculations. Apart from Omsk starting to act recklessly and getting a little carried away, this operation was fairly standard. With the spoils, Roland had made a fortune this time.

(End of this chapter)