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

Chapter 772 If you can talk, then talk more.

"..." Adolf Heinrich frowned, looking somewhat bewildered at the approaching Goblin Knights. If he remembered correctly, Roland had sent this army as the vanguard a long time ago...

"..." Verway, Omske, and the others immediately turned their attention to Caslo, who had only recently returned. After all, according to Caslo, the goblin knights had safely and soundly established themselves on the riverbank, and had even conveniently wiped out a vanguard of the Eastern Yi chariot tribes—a truly astonishingly swift and successful operation. (Caslo cleverly avoided mentioning the story of how Vis almost suffocated the goblin knights with a powerful forbidden spell, and as compensation, attributed the annihilation of the Eastern Yi chariot tribes to the goblin knights. This saved face while maintaining a balance.)
"Aba aba!" Caslo's brain completely shut down and his cerebellum atrophied. Not to mention them, he himself was now completely baffled. He was fine before he left. Could it be that the Eastern Yi army had pushed forward?

"Damn it! I knew it!" Omske slapped his thigh, drawing the attention of several of his knight commanders and others (Lavian, Holin, Yu Morland).

"Thump!" Caslo's heart skipped a beat. As the person he knew best, Omsk was one of the two most trusted generals under King Roland. He never expected that his matter would be ruined by Omsk!

"Damn those Eastern barbarians! They really are up to no good! Their main force arrived before we even got there! It seems they've been plotting against us for a long time! If it weren't for Your Highness's wisdom and might, we wouldn't have been able to react when they attacked our doorstep!" Omske's expression of having seen through the situation was convincing.

"..." Caslo's lips twitched. As expected, he had overestimated Omske. A man whose muscles were practically built into his lances, how could he expect him to discover his little secrets? Rather than believing that he could see through people's hearts, he would rather hope that the goblin could command the alliance's war!

"Well!" Verway leaned back tactically, clearly shocked by Omske's astonishing words. Middle-earth was indeed simple; it was people who were complicated! The pure hearts of the elves were indeed not suited to the complex social relationships of humans.

"Hiss!" Darian Nightblade felt a pang of pain in his teeth. He glanced at Adolf Heinrich and found that the guy was currently looking down at his nose and mind.

"Wow! Holy crap! This is awesome! This is awesome! Mentor, I want to learn this!" Merck Leopold and Luke Leopold exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's inner cry.

Even Roland, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but blush. No wonder Omske knew how to talk! First, he set the tone for the Eastern Barbarians' treacherous and cunning nature, then introduced their sinister intentions and plans to invade the kingdom, and finally highlighted Roland's wise and mighty image. It was the highest level of flattery, like adding the finishing touch to a painting.

"Your Highness is wise and mighty! Your Highness is mighty and powerful! Your Highness is fire! Your Highness is light! Your Highness is the kingdom's only hope!" Omske was devout and resolute at this moment, his expression even more determined than when he was conferred the title of duke!

"Ahem! Alright, alright, even if I were the most brilliant and powerful man, I'd still have to ask what's going on and get Alistar to come see me!" Roland waved his hand, signaling Omske to tone it down; if he kept going, he'd get easily embarrassed...

"Yes, sir!" Before anyone else could speak, Darian Nightblade, who had been holding back for a long time, disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash. If he didn't leave soon, he was afraid he would make a fool of himself in front of Roland.

"I, Lagrange, also have my own Yellow Flash!" Roland exclaimed proudly, gazing at the shimmering light left by Darian Nightblade's disappearance. Although the Creed Assassin's attributes were chilling, his strength was undeniable, capable of taking on one opponent at a time. Besides, what's wrong with an offensive assassin? Don't you see someone constantly nagging their mother becoming an assassin...?

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"Your Majesty Darian? Quickly! I need to see King Roland!" A weak and disheveled Alistar appeared before Darian Nightblade, grabbing his cloak before Nightblade could speak.

"Lord Arista, are you alright?" Darian Nightblade caught the swaying Arista, fearing he might die at his hands at any moment. Arista and his men had gone from frugality to luxury in a few years, completely forgetting their past struggles to survive. They hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and were nearly starving to death on the road with their heavy loads. Fortunately, their goblin ancestors had protected them, awakening their dormant hunger-resistant genes; otherwise, Roland might have seen not just a disheveled, grimy group, but a severely depleted knightly order. (The goblin knights still loved their mounts; they gave all their limited rations to the boars.)
"Quick! I need to see King Roland!" Alistar didn't say anything else but kept shouting that he wanted to see Roland.

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"Huh? Ringwraith attack? What the hell?" Caslo stood up in disbelief upon hearing this.

"Calm down, Caslo, sit down!" Roland waved his hand, signaling Caslo to be quiet.

“You continue!” Roland nodded to Alistar.

“Yes, Your Highness…” Alistar began to recount the events honestly, from their journey to their camp, to the discovery of the Eastern Barbarian chariot vanguard, to their ambush while the enemy was crossing the river, to Weiss unleashing a forbidden spell upon them…

Sure enough, when Alistar recounted the story of the Great Forbidden Curse of Viss hitting his face, Caslo felt countless gazes piercing him. He shyly raised his head and met Roland's ambiguous smile, instantly killing him.

"Fine, fine! Caslo, you thick-browed, big-eyed guy, you actually lied about military intelligence?" Omsk acted as if he had just met Caslo for the first time, immediately distancing himself from Caslo. His expression, as if he was ashamed to be associated with him, made Caslo's teeth itch with rage.

The others also stared at Caslo with strange expressions. This guy's apprentice had really pulled a huge stunt on everyone without saying a word! If the person involved hadn't spoken up, no one would have known that the kingdom's largest cavalry force had almost been wiped out by a single forbidden spell.

"Ahem! We'll talk about that later! Let's deal with the immediate problem first!" Roland coughed twice to put the topic aside. After all, Roland could only compensate the Goblin Knights privately for this kind of blunder. Both the Dragon Knights and the Goblin Knights were important forces in the kingdom, and it wouldn't be good to offend either of them.

"With insufficient air power, Lord Caslo cannot act rashly! The only correct solution is for our army to overwhelm us with overwhelming force!" Adolf Heinrich advised. Caslo is currently the only aerial support force for the army (Horin: So? The Griffin Riders don't want him?). If Caslo is taken away, the expeditionary force will have no air cover. We can't really send Roland flying into the sky to fight them, can we?

"Navis?" Caslo was a little worried about his young apprentice.

“Dragon knights aren’t that fragile. Hardship is a necessary part of every knight’s journey!” Omske declared loudly. In his mind, if a dragon knight really wanted to run away, few could stop him. Rather than worrying about the young dragon knights, he should treat this as a test.

“That being said, but Uvasa…” Roland hesitated, after all, he was quite wary of the spatial spirits.

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