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

Chapter 69 A Torrent of Arrows
"At your service, Your Highness." Radil entered and bowed, his eyes full of respect. Roland, who had gained the loyalty of other nobles, now had even more leadership charisma, which was already evident from the increasingly respectful expressions on everyone's faces.

Roland has embarked on the true path of a lord. In the future, he will hold a shield to protect his people and a longsword to expand his territory.

“I need you to build a Temple of Archers!” Roland said gently, and with a wave of his hand, a life-sized statue of the Archer’s Legacy appeared before Radil.

"Huh? This is the Archer's Legacy Statue?" Radil exclaimed with delight. The statue in front of him greatly surprised Radil, as inherited skills meant powerful combat strength.

“That’s right, I got it by chance.” Roland smiled.

"May I ask Your Highness what the inherited skill is here?" Radil asked, carefully examining the stone statue in front of him while holding his staff.

“Oh, it’s Multishot and Wild Shot,” Roland said casually.

“Not bad! Multishot is a divine skill for archers! Now the battle spirit of the Battanian archers has a place to be released.” Radil stroked his beard and said happily.

“Yes, this way, each Battanian archer can do the work of three.” Roland also looked satisfied.

“That’s why I need you to hurry, after all, the orcs aren’t going to give us much time,” Roland said earnestly to Radil.

“You are right, Your Highness, but I need enough manpower. You wouldn’t want an old man like me to move those heavy stone bricks, would you?” Radil winked mischievously.

“Of course, all the guards of Lagrange City are at your command.” Roland smiled, pulled a piece of parchment from the table, spread it out, dipped it in ink, and wrote a command.

“Lord Radil, you can take this and mobilize your forces.” Roland blew on the still-wet ink, and after the ink had seeped in, he handed the warrant to Radil.

“Your Highness, you are becoming more and more like a true king.” Radil, who had reached the door, suddenly turned back and looked at Roland with satisfaction, smiling.

"Hmm? Is that so?" Roland lowered his head and muttered to himself. He realized that he had grown a lot without realizing it. After the initial panic upon arrival, the retreat in the face of battle, and the establishment of the city, he now had the demeanor of a king and his actions were beginning to have a plan. If it were a month ago, Roland would probably have waved his hand and told Radil to go find the guards of Lagrange City to do his work.

To Radil's relief, Roland finally learned to control his military power. In this turbulent Middle-earth, having strong strength and a powerful army is the foundation of everything. A qualified lord must first and foremost have a firm grip on his army.

Although the Lagrange people summoned by the system are extremely loyal to Roland, they are not data; they are living, breathing beings with their own souls, and betrayal and other such acts are not uncommon. For example, Renault's disobeying Roland's order to retreat and launching an attack, while partly due to the spirit of paladins, would be utterly intolerable for a true leader. It's only because Roland comes from Earth and hasn't internalized the modern concept of equality that he doesn't mind such things.

The disobedience of orders by subordinates is something no leader can tolerate, let alone the fact that Renault led all his soldiers in disobeying Roland's orders. This was almost as bad as betrayal. In fact, Roland's control over the Lagrange soldiers was initially very weak when he first arrived in Middle-earth. The fact that Renault could almost mobilize the entire army shows how much prestige Roland had at that time. But now, after experiencing countless events, Roland has acquired the aura of a king, and his mentality has begun to slowly change. Although he still retains the noble qualities of China in his bones, he has now begun to learn to be a qualified leader. "Winter is coming... can the orcs be far behind?" Roland put on his cloak and stepped out of the tent. The biting cold air made him shiver, and his heart turned cold as well.

"Whoosh~" The hot breath he exhaled slowly dissipated in front of him like a ribbon, and Roland walked up to the city wall with his hands tucked in.

"Your Highness!" The Dovenian heavy-armored swordsman, covered in snow, stood at the top of the city wall steps. Although there were not many people in the city, he still dutifully guarded the stone steps leading up to the city wall.

"You've worked hard. After your shift ends, go have some hot soup to warm up." Roland nodded. Although he didn't understand military affairs and didn't know advanced military tactics or exquisite command, he knew that a strict lord wouldn't allow his soldiers to drink alcohol while on duty. Humans are not like dwarves. Although there was no strong liquor to warm them up, there was still plenty of hot meat soup available.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness," said the heavily armored swordsman Dovinian gratefully.

"I'll wander around by myself, no need to follow me." Roland stopped the Dovenian heavy swordsman who was about to follow. What a joke! If there was any danger in his own Swiftstream City, he might as well just slit his own throat. If there were really internal problems, Roland could only say he would accept it!

"Your Highness!" A patrol of ten Battanian archers happened to pass by Roland.

Roland sized up these unconventional archers clad in heavy armor, and he was extremely satisfied! These Battanian archers were not only highly skilled archers but also possessed the capabilities of heavy infantry, requiring far fewer front-line infantry compared to other archers and rangers.

"It's a pity... I've only managed to gather 100 people after all this time, and I can't seem to get any more no matter how many times I sign in." Roland said with some regret. The Battanian archers were Roland's first and only organized ranged unit.

"We'll soon have the Archer's Temple. I hope you can learn the two legacy skills, Multishot and Wild Shot, before the war," Roland encouraged.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!" The group of Battanian archers knelt on one knee. After all, inherited skills are not something that ordinary professionals can access, let alone active skills like Multishot that can completely change an archer's combat power.

"Hahaha, I hope to see your torrential rain of arrows overwhelm those damned orcs in the upcoming war!" Roland encouraged, knowing that an archer with multiple arrows is practically a completely different profession from an ordinary archer!

Originally, one arrow was used at a time, but now it's three arrows. Moreover, archers no longer need to expend stamina to carry the arrows, since not every archer has equipment like a spatial quiver. Furthermore, Wild Shot increases the archer's stamina and coverage, making it a completely different story. They will become more intimidating and capable of attacking multiple targets. As long as their battle spirit and stamina are not exhausted, a small unit of them can hold off many times more orcs. This completely elevates them from the role of a support unit to the most terrifying killing machines on the battlefield!
"Hehe~" Roland's lips curled into a strange smile. He was now looking forward to the torrential rain of arrows more and more.

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