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

Chapter 764 The First Dragon Knight to Apologize to a Goblin

"Chief! Our men are badly injured!" Several goblin knight captains reported with grim faces.

"No one of your people died?" Alistar's expression softened slightly; at least everyone was still alive.

"No, the Glory Shield blocked the first shockwave. The injured were all blown away and fell by the subsequent aftershocks!"

Indeed, the main casualties among these goblin knights came from the shockwaves caused by the fall of the forbidden dragon spell, Evil Dragon's Demonic Domain. The short, stocky boars could simply shake off the dirt and get back up, but the goblin knights who were blown away were a different story. With their thin arms and legs, they were already badly injured from the fall, especially with the impact of other falling objects... It was a miracle that none of the goblin knights who were rolling around in a heap died.

"How are the wounded?" Alistar asked worriedly. Sometimes being wounded is worse than dying. After all, death ends everything, but the wounded need to be cared for by soldiers. They can't just be left to die! Sometimes, having too many wounded soldiers and splitting up the forces can be a recipe for defeat. After all, if someone wounds half their men before the battle and leaves the other half to care for the wounded, then they end up fighting with only a quarter of their forces, even a military genius couldn't withstand that!

"Most of them have fractures..." the knight captains said with grim faces. After all, it was understandable. If you give a can of luncheon meat and let it freefall, and then open it to see what's inside, the fact that these goblin knights didn't suffer internal injuries or massive bleeding was entirely due to the fact that they were professionals!
"Fuck..." Alistar clenched his fist, then let it clench weakly. Spending so much time with Roland, he naturally picked up Roland's catchphrase. It has to be said that under Roland's guidance, the Lagranges have opened the door to a new world. The passionate Zaun culture, with their parents as the starting point, nine clans as the radius, and eighteen generations above and below as the scope, showed these unsophisticated, primitive people of Middle-earth what "great magnanimity" truly meant.

Alistar understood one thing: even as the commander of a thousand-man knight order, he was still insignificant in the face of a dragon knight. (After all, they were goblin knights, not qualified to compare with human knight orders. If it were the commander of a human standard knight order, he would already be grabbing Weiss by the neck and cursing him.)
"Let's treat the wounded first!" Alistar glanced deeply at the triumphant dragon knight in the sky, then looked at the swaying zombies on the opposite bank and sighed helplessly.

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"I'm sorry, Lord Arista!" A moment later, amidst the angry gazes of the goblin knights, Weiss walked into Arista's command tent.

"I need to apologize to you and your men, because my mistake caused my dragon to injure you. I am deeply sorry for this and am willing to make any compensation I can!" Weiss said, bowing deeply to Alistar.

"..." Alistar remained silent, looking Weiss up and down with a calm expression that revealed no emotion whatsoever. It must be said that Alistar had done a great job of cultivating his composure!
"Forget it, as mercenaries, we were prepared the moment we stepped onto the battlefield!" Alistar shook his head, not intending to delve deeper. They were lowly goblin mercenaries, a breed that used to be plentiful. It was only because the savage goblins were burly and had their companion magical beasts, the slugs, that they fared a little better than other goblins of their kind, but in essence, they were still cannon fodder.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you again. It's my responsibility and I won't shirk it! Please don't hesitate to ask if there's anything I can do to help you!" Weiss could only say, seeing that Alistar remained unmoved.

"You're too kind!" Alistar extended his hand as if to see Weiss out, and then got up to see Weiss off. Clearly, the chaotic camp and the bad mood of everyone meant that no one had mentioned offering to entertain Weiss.

"Excuse me! Wait a minute!" Weiss, blushing, quickly slipped out of the goblin knight's camp. The smell of potions and blood permeating the camp made him quicken his pace. ...

"Chief, everyone's injuries are basically under control, thanks to the medicine His Highness provided! Otherwise, we would all be in our coffins!" The knight under his command complained irritably, his words full of support for Roland and contempt for the stupid dragon knight.

"Alright, enough talk. Know your place. What King Roland gave us is ours. There are some positions we can't take! Let it be. It's a miracle that our people didn't die. No king would punish his dragon knights for the lives of a bunch of goblins!" Alistair waved his hand, interrupting the crowd's complaints.

"Sigh..." Upon hearing this, all the goblin leaders shrugged helplessly and sighed.

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"Vili, I'm telling you, you're dead meat! Damn it! I'm probably the first dragon knight in history to apologize to a goblin! The dragon knight's prestige is all in the trash today! It's all your fault! Can't you even use that forbidden spell? If you can't, just use a forbidden spell!" Weiss kicked Vili, who was lying on the ground sunbathing, and roared.

"Mmm..." Vili made a lazy humming sound, clearly not paying attention to what Weiss said.

"You son of a bitch! Get up! Did you hear me?!" Weiss was furious and kicked Vili's dragon scales, sending him flying back with a scream.

"I heard it, I heard it. They're just a bunch of goblin mercenaries. You can hire a lot of them with a handful of gold coins!" Vili said nonchalantly.

"It was a shovel! You almost got wiped out by that shovel! Dude, do you have any sense of prophecy? That's a forbidden dragon spell! People will die! Are you going to wipe out your own knightly order for those brain-dead Eastern Barbarian chariot people?" Weiss revealed his old man's face. Could this thing be a traitor to the Eastern Barbarian dragons? Weiss now wanted to pull up the completely dead Senar and ask if they could exchange him, or was it that all the dragon race was a bit crazy?

"..." Vili's tail, which had been wagging happily, stopped wagging, because he realized that if he really did that, he would be facing a chaotic battle of dragons! One Dos was enough for him, but adding an elf dragon, a wind dragon, a fire dragon, and a thunder dragon... this would be unbearable.

"Are they alright..." Vili glanced furtively at the goblin camp in the distance, a hint of worry in his voice. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the goblins, but rather that he was afraid the king would kill him if he killed all of the king's cannon fodder.