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

Chapter 810 The Lion Iron Seal
"Whoosh~" At the foot of the frozen, misty mountains, an old man with disheveled hair and a stubble beard walked with a long, thin object wrapped in animal hide and cloth, his steps uneven as he made his way down the mountain.

"Ouch!" The old man lost his footing and fell into a snowdrift, getting a bruised and swollen face.

"Ouch..." The old man touched his waist and abdomen, and when he reached out, his hand was covered in bright red blood.

"Damn it! The wound has reopened! You bastard half-orc! I curse your sons to be born without an anus!" The old man bent over, clutching his wound and groaning, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

"Bastards! Beasts!" the old man muttered, cursing the northern orcs incessantly. He casually twisted a few thick branches from the snowdrift beside him. The branches, as thick as an arm, were barely as sturdy as tofu in the old man's large hands, which were covered in battle aura flames. The old man threw the branches he had casually broken together, hastily pulled out a few dry branches, and quickly ignited them with his fire-type battle aura flames. Then, the old man quickly stuffed them into the gaps under the pile of branches.

"Crackling!" The campfire illuminated the old man's face and warmed his gradually stiffening body. He took out an iron jar from his spatial ring, scooped out a spoonful of snow, boiled the snow, spread out a piece of linen and soaked it in the boiling water, then took it out and used it to wipe the wounds on his chest and abdomen.

"Hiss! These wolf cubs are really ruthless! What a vicious curse!" The old man chuckled, looking at the strange black runes on the wound. He couldn't help but reach out and gather fire-type battle qi to try to dispel the curse.

"How disgusting!" The old man sighed slowly, looking speechlessly at the curse runes disappearing from his body. These curses consciously avoided his expulsion and purification, hiding deep within his body. They were really hard to remove except with holy magic and light magic.

"Uh..." The old man finished applying the medicine to his wounds and tried to stand up, but his hand slipped and he fell to the ground. The thing wrapped in the animal skin also fell to the ground. It was a gleaming lance. The lance was simple and imposing, not fancy, and even somewhat inconspicuous. Apart from its sharp edge that hurt people's eyes, most people would not even look at it.

"Oh, heavens! How cruel you are to me!" A few tears welled up in the old man's eyes. He struggled desperately to get up, panting as he looked at the gradually brightening sky, his eyelids slowly growing heavy.

"Uncle Leo! Uncle Leo!" In his hazy state, Leo seemed to hear his young master calling him. He desperately tried to raise his hand, wanting to put on his armor again and follow his young master, but his increasingly heavy eyelids and unresponsive limbs ignored his thoughts. He struggled a few times and then fell into darkness.

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"Quick! Quickly, bring Lord Dura down here! Olaf! Go to my desk and get that iron box! Hurry! Quickly!" Apophis Breo shouted anxiously.

"Coming! Coming!" Dura rushed over, carrying her staff.

"My God! What's wrong? What's wrong with him?" Dura exclaimed in shock.

"Save him! You must save him! Please!" Apophis Breo almost knelt down before Dura.

"Alright, Your Highness, calm down! Let me take a look!" Green magic runes appeared on Dula's fingers, and he cast a life-healing spell. Although he didn't know what had happened, replenishing life force was definitely the right thing to do. The biggest advantage of this skill was that it kept the patient alive, making it easier to save them later.

"Holy crap! What kind of death curse is this?" Dula's eyes widened. No one had ever taught him how to break a death curse cast by a sixth-tier professional!
"You don't know?" Apophis Breo grabbed Dura's trembling hand nervously. "How could I know? I'm a fourth-tier mage! Sixth-tier is too far beyond my reach! I can't even tell the difference!" Dura was completely numb. No one had told him that a fourth-tier spellcaster would have to deal with a sixth-tier spellcaster! Mages are not like warriors; the huge gap in mental strength and magical power cannot be balanced by skill alone. Among mages, those who can kill enemies of a higher level are geniuses one in a million! The gap between fourth and sixth tiers was like a vast ocean to Dura, with no end in sight.

"My God! What's going on, Your Highness!" Olaf rushed over, clutching the box.

"Quick!" Apophis Breo took out the Grand Duke's Medal from inside and placed it on Leo. The effect was immediate; the Grand Duke's Medal, which had the power to expel evil, directly limited the further corruption of the curse on Leo.

"Hopefully it will work!" Apophis Breo solemnly opened the hidden compartment of the box and took out an iron stamp the size of a bottle cap.

"What is this?" Olaf and Dura's eyes widened in surprise. Although they didn't understand this thing, the ancient aura and faint pressure emanating from it made them realize that it was probably not something simple.

"An epic-level trinket?" Olaf asked in confusion.

"It's probably a legendary magical item!" Dula exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s a mythical artifact! The Breo family’s divine weapon! The first Grand Duke’s personal seal—the Lion Iron Seal!” Apophis Breo said solemnly.

"A divine artifact?" Olaf exclaimed in a low voice, shocked. He knew that divine artifacts were extremely rare, something that ordinary people could hardly ever see.

“That’s true… the King’s Landing Lion family might be able to…” Dura stroked his chin solemnly. Given the King’s Landing Lion’s status in the Empire, obtaining a divine artifact wouldn’t be difficult. After all, as the Empire’s loyal dog in the North and a source of amusement among the Electors, the Empire would definitely be willing to give the King’s Landing family a divine artifact. After all, even dragon rider families like Anthony and McDoug have divine artifacts, so there’s no reason why the King’s Landing family wouldn’t.

"But shouldn't the material of a divine artifact be sparkly? This grayish one is also a divine artifact?" Olaf looked at Apophis Breo in surprise as he placed the iron seal in his hand on Leo's chest. A tremendous pressure emanated from it, and at the same time, a lifelike phantom of a lion leaped into the void.

"It was originally a personal seal that my ancestors carried with them when they established the country with His Majesty. However, after being nurtured by successive dukes and having received divine blessings... it has finally been transformed into a divine artifact!" Apophis Breo said calmly. Yes, divine artifacts are not only created through forging. Nurturing and miracles are also methods for the creation of divine artifacts. For example, Osbayar's equipment has been transformed into a divine artifact and has been passed down through generations.

"Does this thing even work?" Dula asked doubtfully.

"Probably. Its effect is to activate the protection of the Lion's Soul and prevent the erosion of abnormal statuses. I think it should work!" Apophis Breo thought for a moment.

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