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

Chapter 501 Asking for help
Caslo quickly arrived outside the barrier of the Star Elf race. Forgetting where the gate was, Caslo circled the barrier but couldn't find the entrance. However, this didn't stump a dragon knight general. After all, Caslo had figured out the trick of the trade: "If I can't find them, they'll come to me."

"Boom!" The phantom of the dragon claw in the void slammed hard onto the barrier, causing the barrier formed by the Star Dragon's power to shake violently. (It used to be impossible to damage, but now that everyone is a dragon knight, we're all evenly matched.)
"Boom!" A blinding starlight shot out from below, and Caslo pulled on the reins to dodge the attack.

"Peter Groh, stop!" Caslo shouted immediately. He had come to call for reinforcements, not to fight.

“Cas...Lo? You're got nothing better to do, huh?” Peter Groh greeted Cas...Lo with a friendly salutation.

“Who in their right mind would go and smash someone’s skylight?” Peter Gro asked, riding on his Star Dragon Sgai.

"Let's get down to business. I have something important to discuss with you and King Iovia!" Caslo said quickly.

"Tell me what you have to do that requires you to smash my skylight!" Peter Groh said, arms crossed, looking like he was ready to listen to his excuses.

"The Dark Faction has made its move, and a plague has broken out across the entire Northern Territory!" Caslow's first words shocked Peter Gro.

"What? Wait! Come with me, I'll take you to see King Iovia!" Peter Gros broke out in a cold sweat, his earlier sarcasm completely gone.

“Damn it, I have to admit you really should have come and knocked on my window!” Peter Groh grumbled as he flew.

……

"A guest has arrived?" Iovia raised an eyebrow and gestured for the servants to serve tea.

"What are you drinking for? Your Highness, something terrible has happened!" Peter Gross shoved aside the elven servant and rushed to Iovia's side.

“Oh? Welcome to Singray, Your Excellency Caslo!” Iovia smiled at Caslo instead of looking at Peter Gros.

“Peter, no offense, but we have guests here, so be more composed!” Iovia picked up her teacup and took a sip. The fragrant tea made Iovia’s eyes squint. She raised her teacup to Peter Gross, gesturing for him to have a cup of tea to calm his nerves.

"Still drinking! If you keep drinking, all the humans in the North will die out!" Peter Groh raised his hand and slapped the teacup out of Iovia's hand.

"Pfft!" Iovia spat out her drink, both shocked by Peter Gros's actions and stunned by his words.

“King Iovia, the North is now at its most difficult time… We don’t know when they cast a curse, causing the plague to ravage the North… The River Valley has fallen, and the Kingdoms of Akvia and Lagrange are struggling to hold on. We need the help of our friends!” Caslo said sincerely.

"Has the source of the curse been resolved?" Iovia went straight to the point.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Caslo said, patting his chest.

“Finding the source of the curse isn’t something knights and rangers excel at; we don’t have the sharp mental power of spellcasters,” Iovia said with a wry smile, shaking her head.

"Do you have a goal?" Iovia asked again.

“We speculate that it’s in Long Lake, but Long Lake is so big…” Caslow looked at Iovia but didn’t continue.

"I understand, let's set off now!" Iovia waved her hand, no longer in the mood for tea; if she continued, all her allies would be dead.

“Tell me how the other elves are doing?” Iovia asked as she hurried outside. “Do you think the woodland elves, nourished by the magic wells, would be afraid of the plague?” Caslo asked, turning back incredulously.

“Well, apart from the wandering grassland elves, it’s true that elves, nourished by the magic well, are not afraid of the negative effects of those plagues.” Iovia, being an elf herself, naturally understood this.

“Dwarves have higher resistance than elves…” Caslo interrupted the spellcasting before Iovia could continue.

"So... only you Northern humans suffered heavy losses in this war?" Iovia probed.

“…” Caslo really wanted to say, “Although everything you said is correct, there’s no need to say it out loud… It’s kind of awkward.”

"Peter, we should go!" The decisive Iovia left Singray in a few leaps. Caslo behind her was quite envious of Iovia's skillful use of spatial power, after all, even many sixth-order beings had only just begun to understand spatial attributes.

……

"Where should I look?" Old Master Radil asked, rubbing his aching legs. The vast lake had only just shed its winter veil, and the sheer size of the area left Radil completely bewildered.

“Then you should search along the riverbank!” Omske pointed out a route for Radil on the map.

"Okay!" Radil only glanced at it a few times and remembered most of it, then immediately rushed out.

“Spellcasters, I’ll have to trouble you now!” Omske said to Ivy and the others, pointing to a body of water.

"Shall we swim over?" Ivy's face showed resistance.

"Rowing!" Yun Feng laughed in exasperation, covering his eyes and twitching at the corners of his mouth. Yun Feng was willing to bet his lifespan on the fact that even the most demanding and stingy lord in the entire Central Plains (Roland) would not allow his subordinates to swim in the lake in early spring!
“Okay.” Ivy playfully stuck out her tongue, waved to the others at the few small wooden boats placed by the lake, and then beckoned the priest to board the boat.

……

"Hmm, why isn't it moving?" Ivy tilted her head and asked Yunfeng on the shore, while gesturing with her innocent eyes to look at the little wooden boat that was still spinning under her bottom...

"Send a few people to help them!" Yunfeng was almost at her breaking point when she saw the priests rowing the boat in such a maze-like manner that she could hardly contain herself. She had no choice but to send a few knights to act as ferrymen, otherwise, these people would probably still be performing "windmills" on the lake by the time everyone in the kingdom was lying on the ground.

Sure enough, once the knights got the hang of it, the small boat immediately swiftly sailed forward until it disappeared from Yunfeng and the others' sight.

"Alright, Omsk, you take the knights and keep an eye on them. I'll go search the far north!" Yun Feng nodded to Omsk and disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash.

"What about us?" Old man Adile, who had been just observing, couldn't help but ask as most of the people had left.

"Us? We'll just stay here and watch!" Omske said irritably, arms crossed. This was just rubbing salt in the wound! Even if a sixth-tier hero could briefly stay airborne and fly using their battle aura, it wouldn't be of much use, since the lake was so big and their mental strength wasn't outstanding... Besides leading the knights to protect them, it seemed like there really wasn't much else to do.

In fact, if heroes were to forcefully unleash their mental energy by shattering their sea of ​​consciousness, they could achieve a mental energy search range similar to that of spellcasters. However, such a range would be unsustainable and would also damage their potential. For the knight class, their mental energy is mostly used for close-range interaction. Within a certain range, a knight's mental energy perception is even stronger than that of most spellcasters. However, Omsk said that his perception range is only 2-3 meters in radius... well, let's not embarrass ourselves by showing off.

(End of this chapter)