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

Chapter 570 Dragon Knight Squad!

Roland, who had just woken up from the soft, fragrant embrace of a beautiful woman, was still reminiscing about the reward Nyx had given him the night before. He then went through his routine check-in, intending to collect his daily dose of system junk.
"Congratulations, host, on successfully checking in! Reward: 1 Wyvern Knight Squad of the Lagrange Royal Wyvern Knights!"

"Hmm, good, more junk... Huh? Throw! Shipped!" Roland, who was originally sleepy-eyed, now had eyes that were bigger than saucers. Even Chief Black Cat exclaimed that he was an expert!

"Something's not right here? The system's alive again?" Roland muttered to himself. After all, it had been a long time since he'd gotten any useful items like unit types. He hadn't expected all his luck to be tied up here! Ten dragon knights!

"Wait! System, where did you send them?" Roland frowned, as if he had remembered something.

"An invasion is detected in the east of your territory. The current garrison's strength is not commensurate with the invaders' strength. Prioritize deployment to the eastern front!" came the system's mechanical voice.

"East? East! Damn it! My Lagrange City Guards!" Roland pondered for a moment and suddenly realized, what kind of enemy could crush 1000 Lagrange City Guards!

"What's wrong, Roland?" Nyx's slender arms reached out from under the covers and encircled Roland's waist.

"It's nothing..." Roland slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. To hell with leaving it to fate!

……

"Well done! The battle is back to normal!" Omske grinned after helping the Lulong garrison clear out the remaining orcs in the outer city.

"By the Dragon God...would you like to take a look at the South Gate?" Renault asked with a dark face. No matter what, the South Gate of Lulong Fortress had been breached, which was tantamount to slapping Renault in the face, and a slap that was loud and clear.

"Alright, it's amazing that you haven't suffered any casualties compared to these!" Caslo's focus was on the garrison. Although many of the garrison soldiers looked battered and bruised, at least none of them were glaring or kicking.

"Heh! Just go and see how much magic crystal residue is piled up in the central control array!" Renault's lips twitched, his heart aching as he rolled around in pain...

“It’s alright, magic crystals are easy to obtain, but skilled soldiers are priceless!” Caslo shook his head, saying that’s not how you calculate it.

"By the way, how are the losses in Rushmore?" Omske asked guiltily, turning his head. After all, he had let the Ringwraith army go, and he wanted to know just how much damage the Ringwraith army had caused to Rushmore so that he could be mentally prepared when Roland scolded him when he got back.

"Didn't I already say? More than three thousand civilians were killed or wounded, and all the heavy cavalry were wiped out," Caslo said in a low voice.

"Anything else?" Omske asked Caslo, feeling incredibly guilty.

"The centaur soldiers have all suffered serious injuries, and the ordinary caravan guards in Ruhr's Lagrange caravan have suffered heavy casualties. It's estimated that they will have to recruit new soldiers! The White Wing King's cavalry and infantry have also suffered some losses." Caslo shook his head and told Omske with regret, because war is inherently a game of life and death. They were not a knightly order and did not have magical shields for protection, so casualties were inevitable.

"..." Omsk blinked, as if he could already foresee the spectacle of Roland chasing him for two blocks.

"Alright, now our key task is to kill those orcs! It would be best to leave a few Ringwraiths behind!" Renault said, looking at the orc army that had retreated far away, feeling itchy with desire. After all, killing a Ringwraith was something the allied forces had wanted to do for a long time but hadn't been able to (the Ringwraiths were stronger than the sixth rank but weaker than demigods, equivalent to the peak of the sixth rank!).

"Stop dreaming. Uvasa ran away even after we surrounded and beat him. Now there's a whole bunch of them here, so forget about it. There's no chance of a coordinated attack!" Caslo bluntly shattered Renault's illusions.

“The Ringwraiths are having trouble, this orc's sixth rank... hehehe!” Omske revealed a meaningful smile.

"You pick on the weak, don't you?" Omske showed no sign of backing down despite his fallen hero persona. "That's not safe. I suggest we keep our distance first, then slowly move closer to that level 6 orc, and finally launch a surprise attack!"

"Fine, fine, so none of you have any sense of honor, huh!" Caslo covered his face, finally realizing that none of these people were rule-abiding. They were already planning to bully the weak before the game even started. It was a good thing they weren't the ones who were corrupted back then! Otherwise, Morgoth would have tattooed them on his back.

“The idea is good, but the question is whether you can do it?” Omsk looked at Renault with the kind of look that asked, “Can you do it?” It’s no wonder Omsk was skeptical, after all, wouldn’t it be a waste for a fourth-tier paladin to advance to a sixth-tier team battle?

"Thump!" Renault didn't say anything, but slammed his fist into the ground! A holy battle aura swirled around him and rose several meters.

"Tier 5?" Omske narrowed his eyes. A Tier 5 Paladin Commander was qualified to speak in a team battle, after all, the opponent was a Ringwraith, and he had the advantage of initial counter. Although the Ringwraith also hit him with a critical hit, the Paladin had high resistance!
"You just need to keep Uvasa occupied for a bit!" Caslo thought for a moment, after all, Uvasa had already been beaten up, and it would be safer for Reno to fight a crippled Ringwraith.

"Okay!" Renault nodded without trying to be brave. After all, joining a team fight is one thing, but there's no need to try to steal the carry role. If his damage output isn't high enough and he can't survive, even Li Bai would have to say "easy kill" when facing a full-strength Ringwraith!
……

"Commander! A large cavalry force has appeared!"

"What? Let me see!"

At this moment, on the original site of Lagrange, the commander of the Lagrange guards is looking at the river through the morning mist, trying to see the situation on the river.

"Could it be Imperial Knights behind us?" a soldier asked.

"Dream on! We have no allies behind us! Besides, the sound of those hooves is too dense! It doesn't look like Imperial cavalry!" The commander didn't say a word: even at the height of the Empire's power, they couldn't muster a knightly order with such a large troop movement. (Of course, he misjudged; actually, assembling several ten-thousand-strong knightly orders would be a piece of cake.)
The sound of ice shattering made the sound of galloping horses travel far and wide, and everyone picked up their weapons and spontaneously formed ranks, ready to attack while the enemy was crossing the river!

"They're not our men! They're chariots!" The commander heard the chariot wheels creaking against the ice.

"Damn it! We're behind the Rune region! That's not within the Empire's sphere of influence right now!" a soldier thought of the situation around them.

"Raise the dragon flag! No one, no matter who, can stop us from returning home!" the commander said calmly, his voice neither joyful nor sorrowful, yet icy cold, giving one a feeling colder than the swiftly flowing river...

……

"Sir! We've reached the river mouth!" A soldier respectfully approached Commander Dak Ivan and bowed his head to report.

"The entire army cross the river!" Dakai straightened his somewhat hunched body and said indifferently.

"My lord... there's ice on the river, but we don't know how thick it is. This could be dangerous... *splat!*"

Before he could finish speaking, the scout had already been impaled on the tip of Dakoi's spear. Watching the blood roll down the shaft and into his hand, Dakoi's bloodthirsty and agitated heart suddenly calmed down a bit.

"I said, cross the river!" Daki roared at the group that had stopped.

"Forward! Forward!" Terrified by the seemingly mad commander, the charioteers whipped their horses like madmen, and instantly a large number of chariots raced across the frozen Red River.

(End of this chapter)