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

Chapter 771 Running away
Therefore, in conclusion, the King of the Mountain is more willing to serve Whis than to be the prophesied son of Raul. After all, the curse itself was brought by Gondor's ancestors. Few people would be grateful if their enemy lifted the pain that was forcibly imposed on them.

"Uh..." Weiss looked at the holy sword in his hand, somewhat at a loss. He couldn't very well summon the undead army in a moment, could he? But if he really did summon it, it might be possible? Anyway, the kingdom was going to war with the Chariot People, and the undead army could help fill the gaps and grind the meat.

"What's wrong, Lord Weiss? Perhaps I can help you?" The King of the Mountain approached and said kindly, though his hideous soul face ruined his kind image.

"Oh right, I haven't asked the senior's name yet!" Weiss turned his head and realized that he didn't even know the name of the King of the Mountains.

"Hmm..." The King of the Mountain fell silent for the first time. After thinking for a long time, he finally shook his head slowly, a look of relief on his face.

"I've forgotten my name. It's been too long, so long that I've forgotten many things. Never mind, you may call me King of the Mountains or Lord of the Mountain People from now on." The King of the Mountains' aged face showed only calmness and relief.

“Alright, I would like to ask how to command your people?” Viss asked. After all, he was neither a necromancer nor an undead creature, so these things were still quite novel to him. Although Vili could corrupt others into undead skeletons, he could not control them. Those undead only had instincts and no intelligence, or rather, their soul fire was incomplete. Perhaps it would take countless years of nurturing for them to regain their intelligence.

"Do you wish to summon them to battle?" The King of the Mountain drew his King's Sword with a solemn expression. Behind him, a series of eerie green portals opened like gaping maws of an abyss. Through these portals, Weiss could clearly see death knights, undead warriors, and other undead creatures poised to attack.

"Uh...no need!" Weiss shuddered. Well, this thing was much more efficient than he thought. Direct teleportation, who could withstand that?

"It's not as exaggerated as you think. Teleportation takes a lot of time!" As if sensing Weiss's shock, the King of the Mountain added quietly. This kind of directional teleportation only allows the dead to pass through, and the time it takes for the portal to form is ridiculously long. In addition, its massive fluctuations of death power make it useless for sneak attacks under normal circumstances. This thing is similar to the Ringwraiths. They are the kind of things that can be detected wherever they are placed. The difference is that the Ringwraiths can hide themselves by reducing their own strength, while the fluctuations of this thing are difficult to conceal. Any intermediate professional with a rank of three or above on the other side can feel the aura of this thing.

“I see!” Weiss nodded.

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"Damn it! Can't you ever give me a break? Ringwraiths! I'll ring you to death!" Alistar came out immediately after hearing the commotion to check and prepare for battle, but after one glance, he decisively led his team to abandon the camp and retreat.

Alistar had considered countless ways to raid the camp, but he never expected the Ringwraiths to attack right from the start. What the hell?! A thousand goblin knights wouldn't be enough to withstand their attacks, let alone the fact that Alistar recognized this guy as the elusive, public enemy, top bounty hunter, and Marquis's ATM—Uvasa! How could they possibly fight him?! The Ringwraiths, with their spatial abilities, were no match for him. Alistar believed the goblins' small bodies couldn't withstand Uvasa's spatial attacks, so there was no reason for them to stay and wait to die. As for Whis? Alistar could only say he was on his own; at least the dragon knights had some protection.

"Chief, are we just leaving like this? Aren't we going to leave Lord Weiss behind? What if His Highness blames us?" a goblin knight asked, somewhat bewildered. "Good question! Don't ask again! What king would go to a goblin demand an explanation from a dragon knight?" Alistar thought with amusement. What kind of good person would go to a goblin to hold him accountable? A dragon knight couldn't even defeat a mere goblin like him; what could he do but lie down and wait to die? It was a blessing from the Dragon God that he had escaped alive.

"Speed ​​up! Evacuate! Damn it! Bad luck! I can't even step outside without running into a Ringwraith!" Alistar was disgusted to the core. Riding on his chug-boar, he scratched his head in frustration, his mind full of complaints.

"Oh no, Chieftain! All our supplies are at the camp! The army's rations will probably only last two days." Before Alistair could even breathe a sigh of relief, another piece of bad news came from his tribesmen. Hmm... a characteristic of the Lagrang Kingdom—running out of food supplies! (Speaking of which, this damn kingdom has never had a safe food supply since its founding, constantly teetering on the brink of food shortages, and now even the subordinate tribes have been infected.)
"Why not bring it along?" Alistar was a little confused. Was it really that hard for a pig to carry two bags of fried noodles? Tutu pigs have excellent load-bearing capacity; two extra bags of grain would just make its body a little heavier.

"This...didn't you say it was an emergency evacuation?" The goblins below crowded around and chattered all at once.

"..." Alistar clutched his chest. Now he realized that he was able to become the chieftain of this tribe not because he was a smart goblin, but because these tribesmen were all "endearingly" stupid! In such a vast and untamed goblin tribe, you probably couldn't find many people with any intelligence!

"Alright, let's eat sparingly! Only one meal a day! Collect all the army's food!" Alistar said helplessly, rubbing his aching temples. Fortunately, the goblin knights were obedient, and the collection went smoothly.

Alistar's face fell again upon seeing the results. These honest goblin knights hadn't taken even a single grain of food beyond their food bags, but they had taken every single piece of equipment. Goblin knights, used to hardship, could go hungry but couldn't go without armor!

"I really had a bad habit of doing that!" Alistar grimaced in annoyance. Most of the army's rations were carried in the storage equipment Roland had given him, with the knights carrying the javelins instead of shields. His kind chieftain, Alistar, had taken the liberty of taking out the rations and loading the heavy spare equipment into the storage equipment, and then…

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"Where are they?" Looking at the chaotic, deserted camp, Weiss was momentarily bewildered. After wandering around a few times, he realized that the goblin knights had all fled in panic. After all, apart from their weapons and equipment, they had left behind all sorts of miscellaneous items. However, Weiss didn't think much of it. After all, retreating was only natural. Weiss wasn't so brain-dead as to expect a goblin knight order to fight alongside him against the Ringwraiths. Wouldn't they just run away and wait to die if they saw the Ringwraiths?
"Alright, let's take a break. They should be back soon!" Weiss casually gathered some materials and set up another tent on the site of the destroyed one. He didn't think too much about the goblin knights, since no one on this land could threaten them for the time being.

However, Weiss clearly overestimated the courage of those goblin knights. They had no intention of turning back to send out scouts to investigate the battle situation. Instead, they sped towards the kingdom's army. Due to the lack of food, two days later Roland saw a group of emaciated goblin knights approaching him.

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