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

Chapter 798 The Fire Seed Project
"Get up!" Roland kicked his leg with a fake smile, and Darian Nightblade, hanging on his leg, was swung around like a koala.

"So everyone is really alright?" Roland's mind was still reeling. The heavy casualties among the soldiers and generals had caused his brain to become congested with blood, so when he learned that everyone might be safe and sound, he was somewhat incredulous.

"Actually, there is a little bit. When I activated the scroll, I excluded the orcs and the Dongyi people." Charlie Pros smiled shyly, revealing an innocent-looking smile.

"..." Everyone shuddered. Sure enough, the charlatan was still the same charlatan! Only the orcs and the Eastern Barbarians were injured in the new world. Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but silently mourn for the Ringwraiths for three seconds. All that effort, so many casualties, and in the end, they got a kingdom unscathed. Sauron would probably be furious in Mordor! No, it wasn't like they didn't lose anything. After all, a Middle-earth-limited divine curse was used up. It could only be said that Roland might have made a huge profit, but Sauron definitely didn't lose out! Just thinking about this made Roland's heart bleed. Sauron had actually profited...

"No, I feel like I'm losing out..." Roland thought to himself, feeling secretly saddened.

"Isn't there any way we can leave a Ringwraith behind?" Roland said, feeling aggrieved. He had suffered so much, but in the end, he had only killed some worthless Tier 6 creatures and hadn't left a single one of the three Ringwraiths.
(Orcs and Eastern Barbarians: Listen to this! How presumptuous! So you think we sixth-tier beings are worthless?)

"Your Majesty, let's know when to stop!" Maple Forest Orchid, holding Maple Forest Ice Orchid's hand, walked over despite Roland's strange gaze.

"Amazing!" Roland gave Maple Forest Orchid a thumbs up! You've already won her over before she even arrived! You're incredibly fast! Just think of poor Omske, who's still suffering from loneliness and sleeplessness every night.

“This is my sister!” Maple Forest Orchid said with a dark face, clearly understanding the meaning behind Roland’s wink.

"Yes, Your Majesty, let's not cause any more trouble!" Duke Joelsteria said with some emotion after his resurrection. He never expected that he would have the opportunity to be resurrected after dying in battle, having already decided to fight to the death.

"They've run far away, Your Majesty!" Caslo said calmly. Clearly, Caslo's words silenced Roland, after all, Roland had no doubt about Caslo's loyalty, and given the chance, he would certainly be more eager than himself!
"Your Majesty's most urgent task is to re-fortify the city's defenses!" Omske said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty!" Darian Nightblade was such a clever and quick-witted person. As soon as he heard everyone change their address, he immediately understood the current situation. The King of Roland, who was still in the old capital, was now qualified to raise his title.

"...Then let the knights have a hard time! Let them drive away and kill the deserters along the way! Chase them into the river! The rest of you, set up defenses on the spot!" Roland's eyes were filled with a fierce light. He had obviously let the old ones go and was now going to take his anger out on the younger ones. Roland's heart was as small as a needle.

"Your Majesty is wise!" the crowd cheered in unison, determined to kill this damned king before Roland could change his mind! They wanted to prevent him from giving wild and irresponsible orders, otherwise Roland might impulsively lead everyone to fight Mordor!
"No need for 'Your Majesty' or anything like that, I'm not qualified..." Roland waved his hand, grinning and showing his teeth, with a hint of coy refusal.

"You restored the old capital and led the people back to their homeland! Even the last emperor couldn't compare to your achievements!" Darian Nightblade's loyal and obsequious manner made Roland feel extremely pleased.

“That trash Larry… How can I compare to the Emperor? He’s the Human Emperor, and I’m the King! Don’t talk nonsense like that again!” Roland almost blurted out his true feelings, but finally put on a stern face and scolded Darian Nightblade.

“Yes, Your Majesty! You’ll be wearing the crown sooner or later anyway!” Darian Nightblade said with a grin. After all, the kingdom couldn’t find another Elector. What? You’re saying House King’s Landing is also an Elector? Uh… those who were just there to fill positions in the Electoral Council throughout history don’t count…

"What are you saying!" Roland pretended to kick him, but Darian Nightblade ran away laughing.

"Your Majesty..." Fenglin Binglan bowed again and respectfully touched her chest as Roland's gaze swept over her. "..." Fenglin Youlan subtly stepped in front of Fenglin Binglan, casually pretending to look up at the sky.

"..." Roland's lips twitched. It was as if I was about to do something to your sister? Were you guarding against thieves? What happened to your promise to be loyal to me?
“Come on, talk to me.” Roland beckoned to her, clearly full of questions.

"Your Majesty, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to have His Majesty Nyx..." Fenglin Youlan said in a low voice, trying to block Fenglin Binglan's view.

"Ouch!" Adolf Heinrich and Omske, who were listening intently to hear the gossip, almost broke their backs. Even Darian Nightblade, who had just run away, immediately lowered his head and began to strain his toes on the magic-patterned stone bricks as if trying to carve out a palace.

"...In your mind, am I someone who thinks with my lower body?" Roland was shocked by Maple Forest Orchid's words; this was too hurtful! What kind of words were these!
"Your Majesty, please speak freely!" Fenglin Binglan pushed aside the obstructing Fenglin Youlan and glared at him before respectfully addressing Roland.

"It's like this, I see your origins..." Roland hesitated for a moment. After all, the system would provide reasonable reasons and memories for those it summoned, but the introductions about Maple Forest Ice Orchid and the Royal Knights of Rome puzzled Roland. After all, even a fool would know that a well-organized knightly order and heroes couldn't just spring up out of thin air! Where could such an environment exist to support them now?

"I see! This involves a secret, the Imperial Fire Seed Project!" Maple Forest Ice Orchid glanced around and whispered after making sure no one else was watching.

"Huh? What kind of plane?" Roland was taken aback. "What's this about the Spark? I'm still talking about the Ark!"
"This is a plan decided by the first emperor of the empire, and it is being carefully selected by the two fists of the empire! It is a plan to select absolutely loyal imperial soldiers from all previous generations to enter the void and slumber, awaiting a summons! It is the empire's second-line preparation to prevent the country from being destroyed." Before Maple Forest Ice Orchid could speak, Duke Joelsteria suddenly spoke up.

"Ah..." Roland opened his mouth, about to ask why the empire was still gone.

“It’s a pity that the Swift Hands were among the last members of Project Fireseed!” Joelster sighed, noticing Roland’s question.

"The empire was in complete chaos at the time, and the royal family was out of contact. We were just tools. The real key to unlocking the Fireseed Project was in the hands of the royal family..." Joelster sighed with regret. If they hadn't been powerless, they would have already awakened the members of the Fireseed Project from previous generations to surprise those bastards. To put it bluntly, the Hand of the Stream could only decide who to designate as the Fireseed and send them into slumber, but they didn't have the key to awaken the Fireseed.

"The key?" Roland was taken aback, and suddenly a chilling feeling crept over him.

“Yes! The Supreme Holy Ring! As the template for the Nine Rings of the Knights! It is a divine artifact passed down from the Dragon God to the King of Lagrange!” Duke Joelster nodded. As the Hand of the Stream, they were qualified to know these secrets.

"The Supreme Ring? I don't have it? Wait..." Roland pondered for a moment before a chilling thought suddenly ran down his spine.

"System... what exactly are you?" Roland murmured to himself.

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