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

Chapter 773 The Oath Horn
"Two days have passed, the matter should have been settled long ago, right?" The grassland elf king and Duke of Lordaeron, Valwy, who had always been inconspicuous, said slowly, his face practically showing how sullen he was.

"Sigh, let's get going. We'll know when we get there!" Roland rubbed his temples, his head throbbing. Although he didn't want to admit it, Verway was right. If nothing was wrong, then Weiss would be fine. But if something really happened, two days would have passed, and Weiss would probably have gone from hard to soft by now...

"Yes, sir!" A gloomy atmosphere hung over everyone. No one said much, only urging the army to speed up.

“It’s snowing…” Adolf Heinrich suddenly reached out and caught a crystal snowflake. The pure white snowflake fell into his palm and melted into a drop of water.

“We’ve been out for a long time, haven’t we…” said Radil, a fourth-tier earth-type war mage, in a deep voice.

“It’s been a month already. Although it’s already quite far south here, the snowstorm is still coming!” Adolf Heinrich smiled at Radil. The original site of Lagrange City was much further south than Stream City. Although it was still located in the North, the environment was indeed much better than Stream City. It’s only snowing here now, while in Stream City, snowflakes were already flying in the middle of the night in October.

"Tell the soldiers to keep warm! We can't afford to lose men due to non-combat!" Roland said in a low voice to the group after glancing at the snowflakes that had begun to fall. Because it involved winter warfare, Roland had naturally made preparations in advance. He had probably gone through countless warm sleeping bags and cloaks. Roland, who was going to be marching and fighting in winter, would not forget these things. He didn't want to end up like Napoleon, experiencing winter in Moscow...

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The soldiers moved quickly, tearing off cloaks and distributing them in no time. Soon the entire army was covered in snow-white cloaks, and even the warhorses were draped in white covers. From a distance, they looked like a large, long, black and white unidentified object wriggling on the wasteland.

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“The camp is ahead!” Alistar whispered to Omske.

"Halt!" Omske glanced at the restless goblin knights and said speechlessly. He knew that the goblins were very interested in the items left behind in the camp. After all, when they made their emergency retreat, they just dragged their weapons and armor and ran away, leaving nothing else behind. This showed that these goblins were quite disciplined... at least much more dedicated than some human soldiers who abandoned their armor and weapons in battle.

"Should I send someone to scout ahead?" Alistar looked longingly at the towering tents in the distance.

"No, let's go take a look! Don't be impatient!" Omsk patted Alistar on the shoulder without allowing any refusal.

……

"Caslo, Verway, let's go!" Omske tilted his head, gesturing for Caslo and Verway to follow him and investigate.

“I’ll go take a look!” Darion Nightblade, who appeared and disappeared intermittently, suddenly spoke up.

"No way, that rat Uvasa is probably hiding somewhere in the gutter! You protect His Highness!" Omsk shook his head and decisively refused. Although his emotional intelligence and IQ were sometimes worrying, it couldn't be denied that Omsk's tactical skills were absolutely top-notch among heroes. He understood that the only way to deal with the enemy assassin was to use his own assassin to play hide-and-seek with him. Besides, Uvasa, that half-baked "assassin," had virtually no chance of decapitating Darian Nightblade.

“Alright!” Darian Nightblade nodded succinctly, then vanished again beside Roland, leaving only a faint silhouette appearing and disappearing. ...

"No movement? Wait, there seems to be a living person here?" Omsk said cautiously, drawing his longsword.

"Let's go! You idiot! That's Weiss! That kid's asleep!" Caslo's lips twitched and he couldn't help but slap the helmet of Omsk, who was on high alert. Through his dragon eyes, Caslo could clearly see the situation inside the tent. The fabric couldn't block the dragon eyes' vision at all, and he saw Weiss fast asleep inside.

"Hey! Young man, the sun's already high in the sky!" Verway came in and kicked Weiss's butt. The guy was so carefree that he didn't even have a chance to defend himself. But perhaps it was the little dragon curled up next to him that gave him the confidence to sleep so soundly. Verway couldn't help but feel a little jealous. If he had a dragon, he would be even more arrogant than Weiss.

"Uh...uh? Hmm? Teacher? Your Majesty Omske! Your Majesty Vervey!" Weiss, who was originally sleepy, suddenly sprang up on the spot, becoming very reserved. He had only taken a nap, so why was he surrounded by a group of big shots when he woke up?
"Where's Uvasa?" Omske brandished his longsword with an unfriendly expression, practically screaming "I'll smash your head open!"

"They ran away," Weiss said truthfully, appearing very honest.

"Run away? You think you can beat Uvasa?" Omsk looked at Whis with a skeptical look. Omsk could believe other Ringwraiths to some extent, but he really couldn't understand how Whis could possibly beat Uvasa.

“Alright, since Uvasa has retreated, let it go. We’ll deal with him later! Now, prepare to welcome His Highness!” Caslo interrupted Omske. Everyone has secrets, and he could tell that Weiss seemed to be hiding something. However, Caslo didn’t care (nor did the Lord). As long as he was loyal to the kingdom, that was enough. Delving too deeply into other people’s secrets would only alienate them! Omske was a heartless person, but Caslo couldn’t be like that.

"Oh, right! His Highness is still waiting!" Omske patted his head and ran out excitedly. Vervier glanced at the two of them and then turned and left, leaving the master and apprentice alone.

“I know you have a secret. You can hide it, and no one will pry, as long as you remain loyal to this country…” Caslo could tell what Weiss wanted to say. Before Weiss could stammer out his words, Caslo reassured him that the kingdom would not investigate his secret. As for how Uvasa ran away, no one would investigate. Even if you sold hooks and tricked this thing away, that was your skill.

"Let's go see His Highness. After all, you've done something!" Caslo shook his head, indicating to Weiss not to overthink it. King Roland was broad-minded and wouldn't hold a grudge.

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"Your Highness!" After bowing, Weiss looked at Roland with some nervousness, or rather, at the lazy golden "lizard" on Roland's shoulder! The feeling made Weiss feel a chill, as if he had seen his natural enemy. He felt a little itchy all over, and he felt very uncomfortable being stared at by the golden dragon.

“Interesting.” Roland glanced at Weiss casually and then smiled mysteriously, which made Weiss even more flustered. He felt as if his soul had been seen through. After all, colluding with undead creatures was considered "traitorous" no matter how you looked at it.

"The Oath Horn?" Roland thought to himself with a start. He was very concerned about his little brother and had carefully scanned his condition as soon as he arrived. He found that Weiss was in good health except that the holy sword in his hand suddenly had an additional entry: Oath Horn!

Roland glanced curiously at the inexplicably added entry, then immediately wore a meaningful expression...