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

Chapter 783 Charlatan? Priest!
"These orcs are insane!" Roland muttered, shaking his head. What kind of time is this? How could there still be orcs who think that two complete legions can pose a threat to the regular army of the Kingdom of Lagrang?
Let alone the existence of a sixth-tier orc overlord. In a one-on-one duel, any dragon knight in the kingdom could take him down (except for Whis). The reason they don't go out to fight in the open is because the Kingdom of Lagrange is worried about the Ringwraiths' plot.

"Keep a close eye on these two legions and see what they're up to!" Roland waved his hand to signal Duke Joelster not to be nervous. If it weren't for the concern about the Black Arrows, Roland would have directly ordered the dragon knights to go and use their dragon breath to cleanse the area.

"Is it really okay for us to just ignore them like this?" Duke Joelster was stunned. This orc legion was practically face-to-face with one of them, preparing to cross the river, and Roland was telling him that all he had to do was keep an eye on them?
"Then what should we do? Go out and fight them directly? Don't forget that our whereabouts have been exposed, and the Ringwraiths are still hiding in the shadows!" Roland frowned. Although he didn't like this passive feeling either, their tactical disadvantages forced them to defend the city and wait for the right moment to change the situation.

With two orcish forces of tens of thousands hovering nearby, Roland would have run away long ago. However, thanks to the advantage of having the walls of Lagrange City, Roland didn't mind waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. Ultimately, it was the strength of his forces that gave Roland confidence! He was no longer the king with no cards to play a few years ago. Now, the kingdom's dragon knights were enough to cast a psychological shadow over the Ringwraiths.

"Then we have no choice but to defend the city." Duke Joelster thought for a moment and finally shook his head helplessly. The kingdom's strength was not yet sufficient to divide its forces to attack these orcs while also guarding against the Ringwraiths' attacks.

“Yes, thank you for your trouble!” Roland nodded to Duke Giorstedia.

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"Looks like I still have to open some packs. I'm still short on resources." Roland opened the system with a headache. He had originally planned to save a few packs for farming, but it seems he can't save them now. Two orc legions have already appeared at the gate, and the dragon knights, intimidated by the black arrows in the orcs' hands, dare not charge in recklessly to wreak havoc. Dividing his forces to meet them is also unrealistic. Roland can only sit in the isolated city and wait for them to make their move.

Roland knew that as long as he could withstand this wave of attacks, he could gain at least ten years of development space. After all, the orcs and the Dongyi weren't born from the ground; they were born of mothers and fathers and needed time to grow. The more they killed now, the more time they would have in the future! After all, it wasn't yet the time of the War of the Ring, and Sauron's forces were still quite limited! Especially the Dongyi chariot people, whom Roland considered a major threat, their growth cycle was much longer than that of the orcs! Roland didn't mind paying a price to wipe out a generation of them!

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"System! Open the pack!" Roland said wearily, gazing at the azure sky.

"Whoosh!" This time, what appeared before Roland was a layer of fine light shards, a golden light curtain descended from the sky, and a bright voice walked slowly towards them, stepping on the light.

"What kind of monsters and demons are these?" Roland scratched his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. After experiencing Maple Forest Orchid, Roland no longer dared to underestimate those ordinary scenes, let alone such an obviously high-class entrance.

"Could it be another dragon knight?" Roland was filled with a mixture of shock and anticipation. After all, the lighting and special effects were so good that even Tencent would be ashamed of itself. It was even cooler than the entrance of Maple Forest Orchid. There was no reason for it to be trash, right?
"Whoosh~" A layer of golden light descended, and the newcomer slowly appeared before Roland. As six white-gold wings unfurled and dissipated behind him, Roland roughly guessed the person's identity. "Holy crap! Which temple's charlatan has escaped here?" Roland covered his face, both amused and exasperated. Although priests were an indispensable pillar of a nation, these charlatans still gave Roland a headache. Low-ranking priests were still somewhat rational, but high-ranking priests were truly charlatans incarnate!
"Let me see, which charlatan has come out? I hope it's not some evil god's charlatan..." Roland examined the group with a dark face. Although the healing abilities of the charlatans were something the team desperately needed, Roland preferred high-level healing mages to high-level charlatans. At least mages were rational enough not to drag you into preaching the glory of the gods.

"Good heavens! As expected! From the Dragon God Temple!" Roland recognized the "charlatan's" faction at a glance. Although the Dragon God's charlatans were relatively rational, the priests bathed in the "light" of the Dragon God were anything but rational!

"Charlie Pros? A sixth-rank priest! A bishop of the Northern Dragon Temple! How come he's a figure from the last days of the empire?" Roland couldn't help but complain after looking at the details of this charlatan. Did the empire lack talent in its early and middle periods? Giving him a last-generation bishop... Anyone who didn't know better would think the system couldn't afford to reward him! Here! Give him a first-generation temple charlatan! A one-step solution!
“This guy…” Roland carefully recalled his impression of this guy. Although Roland didn’t deal much with charlatans in the game, he still knew the details of a regional bishop. As the last regional bishop of the empire, Charles Pros fought alongside the King’s Landing family to the very last moment, fulfilling his promise to the Dragon God and defending the glory of the Dragon God’s Temple with his life. Before his death, no heretic could defile the temple he was protecting (although it was of little use). He could have escaped successfully, but the charlatans were stubborn and refused to leave, insisting on defending the glory of the Dragon God…

"Sigh, another stubborn fool!" Roland seemed to have already foreseen the scene ahead—the sight of the Ringwraith priests shouting that they were purifying you on behalf of the Dragon God, their fanatical faith enabling these charlatans to unleash terrifying power in the face of dark and evil creatures.

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"Your Majesty, a priest has come to see you." Roland was pondering when Joelstera knocked on the door and came in, looking puzzled as she spoke to Roland.

"Let him in!" Roland nodded, surprised that this time the process was quite efficient, as he appeared directly at the door.

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"A priest?" Adolf Heinrich frowned as he watched Charles Pros's retreating figure. Could the current state of faith in Middle-earth possibly produce a priest? Adolf Heinrich was utterly perplexed and followed Joelsteria. (Charles Pros was not wearing the priestly robes of the Dragon Temple.)
"Greetings, Your Majesty! I am Charles Pros, the priest of the Dragon God! I am delighted to see the glory of the Empire return here once more. If you are still willing to abide by the oath the Empire once swore, then the priests of the Dragon God Temple will continue to serve the Empire!" Charles Pros said, patting his chest with neither humility nor arrogance.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too, Lord Charles Prous! The kingdom still honors the Dragon God as vowed years ago, so you don’t need to worry about that. There are still many of your colleagues in the kingdom’s secondary capital, Swiftstream City, so I’m sure you’ll have a lot in common!” Roland nodded in response, but Ivy wasn’t as charlatan as him…

“Oh? That’s wonderful! But we can talk about those things later. Right now, you need my help!” Charlie Pros said humbly to Roland.

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