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

Chapter 830 Roland won't fight, the vassals will!

"So these orcs are still yelling?" Leo grinned as he looked at the orcs yelling at the foot of the mountain.

"I'm used to it, aren't I? I'm actually a little unaccustomed to not hearing them yelling every day!" Apophis Breo shrugged indifferently.

"Where is the dignity of the King's Landing? Where is our honor? Are we just going to let them trample on us like this?" Leo asked with a stern face.

“There are too many! We can’t kill them all! As long as they don’t attack us, let them bark if they want!” Apophis Breo said indifferently.

“That won’t do. We have to teach them a lesson they’ll never forget!” Leo turned to Apophis Breo and suggested.

“I think you’re just itching to do it, Uncle Leo!” Apophis Breo saw right through Leo Breo’s thoughts.

"What do you mean? I'm doing this for the sake of the King's Landing's prestige! Otherwise, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to provoke us!" Leo Breo said naturally.

"Okay, I admit I did want to stretch my muscles a bit, I've been lying in bed for too long and I'm getting tired of it!" Leo Breo finally admitted, blushing, after being stared at by Apophis Breo for a long time.

"Alright, come back after you've dealt with these orcs, don't pursue them!" Apophis Breo couldn't resist Leo Breo's restless heart and finally decided to let him vent.

“No problem!” Leo assured Apophis Breo. The next second, a loud bang rang out, and Leo Breo had already jumped down from the mountainside, wielding his greatsword and laughing.

Leo chuckled, but the orcs didn't. They usually bullied Apophis Breo because he didn't have any high-level professionals and dared not go out to fight. Plus, Apophis Breo refused to give away his arrows and other supplies, since the orcs would almost always carry away the arrows he shot. Those penniless orcs wouldn't let go of the Empire's exquisite standard arrows.

As Leo's greatsword swept through the orc horde, Apophis Breo suddenly remembered what his Uncle Leo had taught him long ago: On the battlefield, swords and magic have priority! (Don't use your body to block enemy attacks.) Today, it seemed Uncle Leo was right. Watching the orcs flailing their arms and legs, trying to stop the attack on Leo, Apophis Breo suddenly felt like laughing. Leo, in a playful mood, suppressed his aura and strength, simply hacking at these "stakes" with brute force. Even so, the orcs fell to the ground like wheat being harvested, and their attacks couldn't even leave a mark on Apophis Breo's Grand Duke Dragon Armor.

……

"Did you enjoy that?" Apophis Breo asked helplessly, watching Leo slaughter hundreds of orcs.

"It's still a bit lacking. If the Ringwraiths came, I think my experience would be even better..." Leo smacked his lips, somewhat unsatisfied. It was indeed very satisfying to see the orcs cutting through everything, but there was no challenge at all. The fights weren't exciting enough, and there wasn't that kind of exhilarating battle.

"..." Apophis Breo glanced at Leo and then turned away. He thought Leo must be crazy, actually hoping to summon the Ringwraiths.
However, what Leo didn't know was that someone else shared his thoughts: Roland, equally inflated with confidence. Upon learning that Lilith was a Holy Mage, Roland had already begun plotting how to overwhelm the Ringwraiths with Holy Light, purifying their corrupt hearts! Keep in mind that there was also a near-sixth-tier Renault in Lulong Fortress! Our Lord Renault's strength was proven by history! Becoming a Holy Hero and overwhelming two Ringwraiths would be no problem…

So, on paper, Roland's strength already surpasses Sauron's! His sixth-tier troops, after taking down Sauron's remaining forces, still have some left! This means Roland can easily reach the Black Gate, but that doesn't mean he'll actively attack Sauron. He has no interest in being the first to act as a scapegoat for the southern kingdoms. There are hardly any normal people in Gondor right now. Aside from Prince Adromros's family, the other nobles are all acting strangely. The visionary and mentally strong young man, Denethor II, is still just a child. Essentially, this generation of Gondorian nobles is beyond saving, and Roland won't shed Lagrange's blood for Gondor! ...

"How are those dragons?" Nyx leaned back lazily on the sofa, looking at Duke Joelsteria and Lord Yunfeng who were standing there respectfully reporting. Although Yunfeng was still a commoner, no one would treat him as one!
"The dragons are living a comfortable life, but our wallets are not so comfortable..." Duke Joelster said with a dark face. It was because those dragons ate too much, and they didn't have to think about anything. They lived a life where everything was handed to them, which made them confused. They can be regarded as a precious video footage of early humans taming dragons.

Duke Joelsteria even wondered if feeding them like this would tame them! But the large amount of meat they consumed every day made Duke Joelsteria frown.

"Never mind, I'll handle this..." Yunfeng thought for a moment and said.

"You'll solve it? You're relying on those snowwing chickens in that coop? How many meals can they eat?" Duke Joelster was confused.

“Don’t forget we also have vassal races! No one is better at herding than centaurs! The kingdom now has vast wastelands, perfect for grazing cattle and sheep!” Yunfeng rubbed his temples.

“Then I’ll trouble you to negotiate with Baron Baldr, the Centaur King, about this matter!” Nyx nodded, acknowledging his agreement.

"Is there anything else? How's the construction of the Swift Stream Avenue going?" Nyx asked.

"Old Master Radil's staff is practically smoking from swinging it all over the Rapids Avenue! We can't rush him any further!" Yun Feng said awkwardly. This war mage has been turned into a construction worker by you two, like a war criminal being reformed! And you're still rushing him? Have you no humanity...?

“I was just asking, I didn’t mean anything by it…” Nyx said calmly.

Duke Joelster and Yunfeng exchanged a glance, then immediately looked down at each other, thinking, "Your longing for Roland is practically overflowing the screen, and you're just asking?"
"As for other matters..." Duke Joelsteria thought for a moment and decided not to say anything.

"What's wrong?" Nyx asked curiously, noticing that the two seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"I heard that old man from the Junlin family is doing quite well. He's up and down all over the Junlin Fortress's area of ​​influence, making quite a scene..." Yun Feng rubbed his nose.

"Baron Ismir in the south hasn't been idle either. He went to attack the orcs again and rescued some humans along the way..." Joelster said awkwardly.

The kingdom's only two vassals were restless. Just when they had finally stopped Roland's war chariot, the border nobles started fighting amongst themselves again.

"Let them fight. The kingdom will back them up! Where will they get land to develop if they don't fight? Let them act within their means and not be too greedy, or they'll suffer from indigestion! If the orcs push them too hard, they can ask the kingdom for help. The Dragon Knight Kingdom can still spare a couple!" Nyx said disdainfully. The Lagrange brutes wouldn't be Lagrange brutes if they didn't expand. Ismir turning into a "mad dog" has been a long time coming, so Nyx wasn't surprised. With Ismir's organized Guardians of Nature, they wouldn't suffer losses in a small-scale battle against the orcs! The only thing that surprised Nyx was that the King's Landing family had been holding back their temper for so long before making a move.