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

"Your Highness, you are too kind!" the sky knights said humbly after bowing to Apophis Breo.

“If you have nothing else to do here, I’m about to lead the team back!” Hollin said to Apophis Breo.

“Of course. It’s safe here now, thank you for your help!” Apophis Breo said happily as he looked at the pass that was being reinforced and raised. Apophis Breo was clearly very satisfied after catching his breath. After all, he had learned that the war between the North and South had ended and that the return of a large number of orcs to the Misty Mountains would definitely impact his territory. Therefore, he needed to strengthen his defenses to resist the orcs’ harassment.

“You’re welcome. This is what every citizen of Lagrange would do; helping each other is our traditional virtue.” Hollin waved his hand, indicating that Apophis Breo was being too polite.

"Alright, then I won't keep you any longer. Be careful on your way back!" Apophis Breo said politely to them. After all, he wouldn't have wanted these air knights to come and support him if the pressure wasn't too great. It wasn't that he had any ulterior motives, but those dragons and griffins were just too voracious! They had almost eaten all of Apophis Breo's meat after only a few days here. After all, griffins and dragons are different from horses; they eat meat! You can't feed them grass, can you?

At this moment, Apophis Breo, the Lion King of King's Landing, was unaware that the war belonging to Roland and his men had ended, but his war had only just begun; the war in the North was far from over...

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"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" Yun Feng didn't even raise his head, waving his hand to shoo away Roland who kept getting closer, as if shooing away flies.

Clearly, Roland is also the kind of shameless person. After all, people from modern society have long forgotten what a face is. The wage slaves active at the bottom of society have long learned to change their faces as easily as turning the pages of a book. Even the traditional Chinese art of face-changing is not as good as them!

"Think of a way! I know Yunfeng, you're the best!" Roland was praising Yunfeng, the kind of person who's sweet when needed but becomes a nuisance once the praise is over.

"If you're so bored you can go do some things adults like to do with the Queen, don't bother me while I'm working... I'm working for Lagrange, not just for the royal family or for you..." Yun Feng was exasperated by Roland's antics and directly refused. Although he said it wasn't for Roland's sake, Yun Feng actually cared a lot about the royal family. He had made up his mind that he would raise Roland's son himself, and he couldn't let that bastard Roland corrupt the child.

"Don't be so formal. I am the legitimate successor of Lagrange. As long as the king is here, Lagrange will still exist! That means I am the embodiment of Lagrange!" Roland said shamelessly.

"Oh, former emperors of Lagrange! May our ancestors manifest and the dragon gods descend to strike him down..." Yun Feng was moved by Roland's shameless arrogance. Any Lagrange emperor could say such a thing, but how could a king have the nerve to say it? You are unworthy of your position, Your Highness! Only the Lagrange emperor will ever truly represent Lagrange; a king is not qualified. Only when Roland rightfully raises the banner of the empire will he truly be considered the embodiment of Lagrange. The Lagrange emperor is the empire!

"Don't even think about it. Those griffins are beyond our reach right now..." Yun Feng said speechlessly. They had just finished fighting the orcs and were already lusting after the wild griffins in the Gray Mountains. They were just insatiable, weren't they?
"No way, two dragon riders can't handle ten wyvern riders, five griffin riders, and two dragons combined?" Roland scratched his head, puzzled. If Roland was initially hesitant to act when facing eighteen adult griffins, now that he had ten more wyvern riders, he instantly felt confident again. Although their riders were only second-tier, wyverns were real combat power! Plus, the griffin riders were now quite well-trained, and providing support was no problem at all. With a few sixth-tier riders, that guy Valve had been wanting to take down the griffins for a while... And they currently had four dragons! Four! Storm Dragon Kaldor, Blazing Fire Dragon Renoir, Golden Holy Dragon Dos, and Elf Dragon Smurf. Okay, although Roland admitted that the last elf dragon was somewhat of a filler, it was still a dragon, wasn't it? Although young dragons weren't strong, the combat power of elf dragons wasn't measured by age. Those oddball dragons who constantly borrowed from natural elements had much better childhoods than other dragon races. After all, I've been bombarded with dragon language magic since I was a child...

“First, the dragon riders have been fighting for many days and their condition is worrying! Second, the dragon riders are not strong enough to overwhelm those griffins! Third, even if our griffin riders were to join the ranks, they would be a hindrance! Fourth, is your dragon in stable condition? Fifth… are you sure that elven dragon can still fight?” Yun Feng’s reasoned rebuttal left Roland speechless.

"Of course, if you're not afraid of losing a few dragon riders or griffin riders, you can fight them too. In the end, whether you can catch a few alive depends on luck!" Yun Feng added.

"Without a powerful magical barrier to restrict their movements, capturing them is a pipe dream!" Yun Feng said, striking at the heart of the matter.

"..." Roland opened his mouth, ready to say something.

"Don't even mention the elven dragon! That little guy played a huge role in the defense of Stream City, and even suffered a fatal injury in his battle against those liches. Who do you think intercepted all that dark magic? Not a single dark spell landed in Stream City during the entire battle! Wasn't it all because of us spellcasters who desperately tried to stop it?" Yun Feng directly predicted Roland's prediction. In the Battle of Stream City, Yun Feng was the main damage dealer facing off against Uvasa, while the main damage dealer was the old man Radil. The only other one was Nina Bonn, Lance's girlfriend, a second-tier mage with spellcasting abilities. Nyx was originally a third-tier water mage, but the problem was, who dared to put her on the front line? So the heavy responsibility of defending against dark magic fell on the delicate elven dragon, and as a result, she was almost drained dry by nature's darling... The blue elf still hasn't recovered.

"Listen to my advice, Your Highness, go and have a child to play with. Stop wandering around all day. Having a child will not only pass the time but also prevent you from causing trouble and leaving the country without a successor. That way, I won't have to watch you all the time. You can play happily, and I can let go with peace of mind!" Yun Feng said earnestly. It was clear that he wanted to create a new version of Roland for fun. His main character was probably useless at the moment. With the mindset of not putting all his eggs in one basket, Yun Feng decided to invest in Roland's child.

"..." Roland felt offended.

"If you want to expand your territory, then pay close attention to the spring planting and prepare to train the Swift Infantry. Don't be reckless all the time. That's a giant griffin clan! Not a bunch of mutts!" Yun Feng said, "If you have a big appetite, you have to be tough too. Otherwise, you might end up choking yourself."

"Alright, alright, let's talk about it when we have a sage!" Roland shook his head, somewhat disappointed, and turned to leave.

"Phew... finally got rid of them! Sages? Are sages as common as cabbages? Radil has no hope of ever reaching the level of a sage within the next 10 years. He might only reach the 5th rank in his lifetime..." Yun Feng muttered to himself and couldn't help but sigh. Compared to the abundance of talent among the warriors, the spellcasters in the kingdom were in a sorry state. The only 6th rank spellcaster was actually a wise man who was not good at combat. The only real combat spellcasters were only 4th rank. The number of spellcasters was pitifully small. To say that there was a lack of successors would be an insult to the term.