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

"What a mess these things have made!" Thorin held the hideously ugly portrait of the ancient tomb corpse demon for a moment, then spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Uncle, let me see!" Qi Li, who was standing to the side, eagerly grabbed it.

"Oh! Turin! Were they hit by the Tower Shield when they were born?" Philip chimed in curiously.

"Is it possible they were already dead?" Thorin rubbed his temples in pain. What to do when his two nephews sometimes seem a bit off-witted? Need help urgently!

"The minions of the Witch-King of Angmar! They should be slumbering in the ancient burial mounds of the now-extinct Kingdom of Kaldoran! How did they end up all the way to the North?" Kili's lover, the woodland elf Tauriel, stared in shock at the portrait of the ancient burial mound ghouls.

"Yes! How did they get here?" Thorin sat in a chair, his hands supporting his knees and his head with his thumbs, feeling the friction of his beard as he slowly uttered a sentence.

"We need to take action! King of the Mountain, you must get your army moving!" Tao Lier said anxiously, clutching her chest. She had a premonition that the actions of the ancient tomb corpse demons were not an isolated incident, and that the dark forces definitely had a backup plan after the Great Plague ended.

"Let our men be on their guard! Spring has arrived, and those bastards don't seem to want us to have any peace!" Thorin slammed his fist on the table, his eyes filled with the oppressive aura of a king and his fury.

"I must return to the Woodland Kingdom!" Toriel bid farewell to the dwarves; she needed to find King Thranduil to learn more.

“Me too!” Qili quickly replied, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and concern.

……

“Father, perhaps you should take a look at these culprits?” King Bard’s son, Barin, picked up the portrait of the ancient tomb monster sent by the Kingdom of Lagrang and waved it.

“My dear son, I have things to do. There are many things in the city that need to be dealt with. If you have nothing to do, you can learn swordsmanship from the guards.” Bard dismissed his son in a gentle voice, then glanced at the portrait of the ancient tomb corpse demon on the table and shook his head.

The foundation of the River Valley State was too weak, and Bard had no power to care about these culprits who were far away. He was more worried about how to settle the dead plague patients and how to make the residents under his rule live better. With the idea that if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up, Bard only glanced at it a few times and then paid no more attention.

But the dwarves and the Kingdom of Akvia were furious. The kingdom, which had not suffered much damage, ran into the indignant King Roland. What good could Roland, Whitewing, and Thorin, three warmongers, possibly produce when they were together?
Thus, the dwarven ram riders, the Akvia nomadic light cavalry, and the Lagrang vanguard knights began to frequently appear in various parts of the North. With the intention of digging three feet into the ground, the soldiers of the three families faithfully carried out their lords' orders. If the ancient tomb wraiths knew better and ran away, they would just accept the loss silently; if they didn't know better...

Roland's original words were: "If we find those bastards, we'll give them dignity if they want it, after all, they were human beings in life. If they don't want dignity... then we'll help them have it!"

King Roland was radiating murderous intent when he uttered those words; one might have thought these ancient tomb monsters had desecrated his ancestral graves. Thus, the northern wastelands became home to this group of idle "rascals." Whether the ancient tomb monsters found Roland is unknown, but the system panel's constant notifications of how many orcs they had eliminated are certainly clear in everyone's mind…

Spring has arrived, the season of renewal and revival for all things! The orcs, having worked hard all day, happily emerged from their burrows, hoping to find something to eat at dusk to reward their stomachs that had endured a long winter of hunger. And then... that was it!
A large swarm of dwarven cavalry spotted these wild "cute little ones" and immediately showed expressions of delighted anticipation. As everyone knows, dwarves have a penchant for praising a good head, and sure enough, one dwarf used a warhammer to give the dazed orc's head a hydraulic press-like shaping. With a crisp click, the dwarven cavalryman wore a satisfied expression! Sounds good, right? If it sounds good, it's a good head!
The dwarven cavalry were engrossed in a frenzy of "dusting heads," taking turns to relieve stress in a way no less intense than trimming donkey hooves or washing carpets. Because of their height, dwarves could penetrate the burrows more easily than humans. Each dwarf who entered the burrow was like a gold miner, smashing anything in sight with their hammer, as if determined to shake the yolks of even the orc tribe's eggs to pieces...

Happy times always pass too quickly. After slaughtering over a dozen orc tribes, the cavalry of the Three Kingdoms suddenly found themselves with nothing to do? This was unacceptable! Eastern Expedition! Eastern Expedition! Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!

As it turns out, unleashed cavalrymen, with ample supplies, are no less dangerous than a husky let loose at home. Roland and his men probably never imagined that their cavalrymen would become a menace in the North! They were universally disliked, committing all sorts of atrocities on the wasteland: digging up the graves of orcs who had lost their offspring, kicking down the doors of hibernating wild beasts and widows, attacking mute monsters... With one flurry of attacks, the entire area surrounding the Northern Kingdom was practically cleaned up!
"Damn it! These beasts have finally made their move on the north..." Roland glanced at the coordinates in the system's battle report and sat down on the throne, feeling somewhat helpless. His knights and other cavalry had already formed a group and bypassed the Gray Mountains to check off their positions in the northern wasteland further north...

Roland, who had silently uttered "Amitabha," could only pray for the "innocent" orc tribes, wishing them to soon encounter their own people to help them transcend suffering and relieve their pain!
……

"Where is this?" The centurion of the Knights took out a map. As the commander of the Knights, Roland naturally could not accompany the Knights on such a mission. The vice commanders, Omske and Reno, also had their own things to do. So the Knights' fourth-in-command—the only centurion—had to lead the mission of this sweep.

“We’ve bypassed the Grey Mountains, and the Iron Hills are directly south of us!” A Lagrange Vanguard Knight pointed out the location to the centurion.

"Has the dwarven ram riders not arrived yet?" The centurion frowned. The dwarves, by nature rough and rugged, sometimes did not have a strict sense of time, just as they had with Balin back then.

"They've arrived! They're currently patrolling within a radius of about 10 miles to our right!" a scout reported.

"Thank God! By the Dragon God! The dwarves have finally been reliable for once..." the centurion shook his head and sighed.

"What about the Kingdom of Akvia?" The centurion glanced towards the left flank.

"They'll be joining us soon! Their Great Knight Maple Leaf Purple is leading over a hundred men on their way!" the scout said.

"Alright, let's wait for them and take a rest!" The centurion looked at the sky, took out a piece of dry rations, and started eating.

None of these northern cavalrymen noticed that several cracks had quietly appeared in the ground not far away, and as they looked further into the distance, more cracks were quietly appearing on the ground.