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

Chapter 649 To the "Rotten" Nobles
The Lord of the Rings world, on the eve of the Battle of Lagrange—

"The Dark Alliance has approached the core area of ​​the Empire! Swiftstream Fortress is holding off their advance!" A group of nobles in the Imperial Senate were discussing noisily when a battle report suddenly broke their conversation.

A group of gray-haired nobles fell silent for a few seconds before starting to argue noisily again. Hmm... this is a common occurrence in the Imperial Senate's upper house.

"Damn sword and shield family! They should really be stuffed into his grandmother's anus!" It was clear that the nobleman was swearing venomously.

"The Heinrich family are scoundrels too!"

"The Anthony family and the McDougal family are no good either! I don't care who's the stepmother, I only know they're all sons of bitches!" Hmm, this nobleman's language skills are still commendable.

"Dragon God! If Swiftstream Fortress can't hold out, we should prepare for battle!"

"Who? Who the hell said the Anthony family are sons of bitches? Was it you! The old dog of the Borrero family?"

"Bullshit! Does your Anthony family even deserve it?"

"Fuck your ancestor's second uncle's grandmother's mother!" A teacup flew over in a flash.

"You son of a bitch Anthony! How dare you accidentally hurt me?" The next second, the old nobleman who was accidentally injured next to him was sent flying back on a stool.

"Kill! Kill these sons of bitches!"

"Kill them! Kill these bastards!"

"Fear not! Nobles of the East! Fight! Fight! For the Empire! Crush the nobles of the South and West!"

"For the Empire!"

Soon, the nobles in the Senate and the House of Lords began a full-blown brawl. The entire House of Lords was in chaos, with teacups, chairs, and shoes flying everywhere. A group of white-bearded old men were pulling each other's beards and hair, creating an extremely offensive scene. A group of self-proclaimed nobles were wrestling and punching each other like commoners.

"Boom! Enough!" The door was kicked open, followed by a loud voice. Instantly, everyone sprang up as if electrocuted, tidying their appearance. Even the nobles who had just been fighting each other helped each other brush off the dust, though the slapping sounds indicated that they had used considerable force.

"Are you all crazy? Or insane? If you're sick, go die! Don't disgust me and His Majesty here!" the man roared.

"Anyone want to die? Come on!" he roared after smashing a long table with his sword.

The newcomer was none other than Seth Lagrange, the current Governor of the South, Marshal of the Empire, Prince of the Southern Romanian, Elector, and Royal Duke. He was the younger brother of the current Lagrange Emperor. At this moment, he was furious and ashamed because his defense zone had been breached by the orcs. Who would have thought that the Dark Alliance, which had only watched the excitement of the noble circle for a while, would break through his defenses?

"You corrupt fools, instead of wasting your breath talking, why don't you pick up your swords and defend your so-called noble dignity and honor!" Seth said angrily. Why did he slink back like that? Those old fogies at the top know best!

The entire Romanian region was so vast that the royal family split into two branches: the Western Romanian royal family and the Southern Romanian royal family. Because the Lagrange royal family and the direct line royal family were always sparsely populated, there were often situations where the imperial family had no heir, and the various electors would compete for the throne, or the various electors would have no successors, and the royal family would send in a prince to take over. In essence, every elector carried the blood of the first emperor.

The Southern Romanian King that Seth succeeded to the throne was merely a figurehead. He didn't even know where the gate to his fiefdom was. After all, he had always lived in Lagrange City, spending his time in the North, hunting orcs in the wastelands, and listening to the gossip of the Southern nobles—a life of leisure. Then suddenly, his fiefdom was lost? Not that his brother had stripped it of its power, but it was lost in reality! The orcs had wiped out his kingdom… How was Seth supposed to feel? Didn't he, a member of the royal family, have any dignity? After some investigation, it turned out that the nobles had caused trouble, and the royal family was the one suffering the consequences. Anyone with a brain would know that the blame for the lost southern territories would fall on some Southern Romanian King, but the problem was, Seth hadn't done anything!

Upon returning, he saw these old geezers arguing, and Seth, enraged, exploded on the spot, unleashing a torrent of insults.

Seeing the enraged Seth, all the noble old men in the Upper House lowered their heads and hid themselves like quails.

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"We've just received news that the orc army is at the gates of the city. They've attacked Stream Keep, and the Black Knights and Ringwraiths have all gone into battle. Prince Seth has been killed at Stream Keep, and the city has suffered heavy casualties... They're requesting reinforcements!" As the messenger finished speaking, the entire Senate fell silent. The House of Commons wouldn't gather unless there was a reason, since they were composed of commoner representatives. But the members of the House of Lords were always there to argue. The people present were all shrewd and experienced nobles, and they naturally knew what Seth's death at Stream Keep meant.

"Then send troops to them!" someone said in a deep voice.

"The problem is that the empire has no soldiers..." the old man from the Anthony family said dejectedly.

"The war in the North is still a stalemate. The army is all gathered there. Otherwise, how could they have so easily reached our feet?" An old man glanced at him disdainfully. "Guess why the orcs are sweeping through the South? Where are the nobles and imperial troops in the South?"

"Only the Royal Army remains in Lagrange!"

"The ones who could be sent from the Eastern Emperor Fortress have already been taken away by Seth..."

"Are there any powerful nobles around our capital...?" The man stopped mid-sentence, as the looks of disbelief from the crowd reminded him: You actually know this is the capital?! Where are there any powerful nobles in the entire empire's directly administered regions? There are hardly any truly enfeoffed ones. What emperor would dare to keep an army he can't control by his side?
"There are no more soldiers..."

"Yes, there are no soldiers left..."

"Swiftstream Fortress... Waaaaah!"

A group of old nobles, whom the world cursed as incorrigible, decadent and stubborn, were now weeping bitterly in the Senate because they were powerless. A group of two-hundred-year-old men wiped away their tears and slumped helplessly in their chairs, leaving behind sad tears for this empire.

"No! We still have an army! We still have one! We still have one last one!" Suddenly, an old nobleman jumped up, his whole body surging with battle aura. He was obviously a fourth-tier knight, but that was in his youth. At this moment, he could at most fight a third-tier knight to a draw.

"We are the army! Gentlemen! The Empire still has us! We are the nobles of the Empire! War is the game of the nobles! Rise, old buddies! Let us tell those bastards that this game cannot be played according to their rules! We, the Upper House, have 500 nobles! That's a full 500 soldiers! We also have servants and guards! We also have an army! Long live the Empire!" The old man roared hoarsely.

"Fight! For the Empire!" Instantly, someone stood up in response to his call.

“We’ve been in this position long enough. It’s time to give the younger generation a break. Come on, old guys!”

"I'm getting old. If I don't step down soon, the people will curse me to death! You old, decaying, and rotten codgers! Hahaha!"

"Let them see the glory of the pioneering nobles of the older generation!"

"Gather your men! Fight to the bitter end!"

"The Anthony family will not surrender!"

"The Stepping Hunter Family will not surrender!"

"The Crimson Iris family will not surrender!"

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"We will not back down! Even a weakened dragon is still a dragon! The empire is not yet at its end. Our home is here, our descendants will grow up here! We are loyal to this place! We are destined to be buried here! Nobles! Summon the courage of your youth! The south is the enemy! For our descendants! For our families! For His Majesty! For the empire! Kill!" The ancient and corrupt nobles in the Senate swore in unison that they would shed their last drop of blood for the empire.

"Our lineage is ancient and enduring! Our virtue extends to all corners of the land! Our army is invincible! May our Emperor live ten thousand years!" — Declaration of the Noble Alliance at the Battle of Jiliu Fortress.

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