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

Chapter 9 The Three Elf Swords Appear
As the knights charged, Roland felt his blood boil, as if a familiar background music was playing. Perhaps "Star Sky" would be very fitting.

"Kill!" Roland roared, severing the left calf of an ogre with a single sword strike. The ogre's massive body collapsed to the ground, where it was mercilessly trampled by iron hooves.

"Running Shot!" the Battanian archer shouted. Skill: Running Shot! Activated!
Running Shot is a very useful skill that greatly improves shooting accuracy while running and riding a horse.

"Whoosh!" A steel arrow pierced the ogre's eye socket. The ogre immediately clutched its injured eye, howling and spinning in circles. Soon its pain was over. Two knights used their lances to lift it high into the air, then tossed it aside. It rolled a few times and died.

"Kill!" Golden battle aura enveloped his entire body, and a holy light spread out. Reno, as if cast in gold, charged head-on into the ogre with his lance. Instantly, a powerful battle aura erupted, blasting the ogre into pieces. Black blood and tissue flew wildly through the air, while Reno remained as holy and noble as ever. Behind him, Lagrange knights brandished their weapons, following this torrent of steel as it poured down...

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"Damn it! These filthy bastards!" Roland cursed as he looked at his foot, which was stuck in the unknown organism. Damn it, this foot is ruined! Roland was almost disgusted to death.

"Sir, let me help you rinse off." Caslo eagerly picked up the water pouch and ran over.

"No! Stop... Ugh!" Roland was covered in unidentified objects and mud mixed with putrid blood, splashed up by Caslo as he rushed over.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" Roland screamed in a frenzy.

"Purify!" A golden light flashed, and the stains on Roland's body disappeared as the golden light washed over them.

Wow! How extravagant! Using purification to clean himself of stains, Lei Ye's total battle qi is quite abundant!
"Ogre Rebellion: Completed! Reward: Holy Battle Qi, eligible for Paladin class change! Already issued."

Just as Roland was about to speak, a divine aura suddenly erupted from the depths of his heart, instantly silencing him. Golden battle flames surged, and Roland felt an unprecedented power, even his skills changed.

"God bless Lagrange! Congratulations, Lord, on successfully awakening your paladin!" Renault exclaimed excitedly. At this moment, he felt there was hope for the empire's revival. (The system implanted in them the memory of the Lagrange Empire's decline and Roland being the only surviving Lagrange lord.)
"A paladin!" Gandalf exclaimed in surprise. Not just anyone could become a paladin. Historically, paladins and black knights were a pair. Where did the black knights come from? They were the corrupted form of paladins. The birth of a paladin could bring blessings to one side, or sow the seeds of destruction for another. This was interesting; there were two paladins among a hundred or so people. If one of them went astray and fell, everyone would just be done for. Forget the expedition; everyone could just pack their bags and run. Paladins are hard to kill! Their holy magic and skills are endless; they're practically invincible. You can't out-heal them as fast as they can attack. Black knights are even harder; they can not only heal themselves but also drain life force to restore mana and health…

Gandalf gave the two men a deep look, secretly wiping away a cold sweat. For the first time, he felt that organizing the expedition to Lonely Mountain was a mistake. As a wizard who had gained divinity, he had lived for thousands of years and seen all sorts of things. The nine Ringwraiths under Sauron's command were just Black Knights! Back when the leading Ringwraith, the Witch-King of Angmar, ravaged the Kingdom of Arnor, he was utterly devastated!
“Ogres can’t appear during the day,” Gandalf said, looking at the rising sun.

"That proves there must be a cave nearby!" Thorin's eyes lit up.

"Everyone, let's search!" Roland shouted from his warhorse.

Soon after, someone discovered the ogre's cave nearby, and the group quickly followed.

"Holy crap! The smell here is so fresh, it's intoxicating!" Roland covered his nose, almost succumbing to the stench.

"Oh, look what I found!" Groin came out carrying a small box.

"Wow! It's all gold coins!" Nori exclaimed in surprise. "Oh, and there's a whole bunch scattered here too. These ogres really don't know how to cherish things," Roland clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Quickly put them all away." Roland's face lit up with joy.

"Huh?" Gandalf let out a soft exclamation, walked over to a pile of weapons covered in spider webs, and gently fiddled with them using his staff.

"Clang!" The crisp sound of a longsword being drawn rang out, and a flash of silver light shone brightly under the torchlight, dazzling the eyes.

"Holy crap, the enemy sword—Ragmudra!" Roland exclaimed. He had been searching for the Elven Three Swords for ages, hoping to find something that, while not as good as the Dragon Slayer Sword, would still be nice to collect. But it seemed Roland and this sword were truly destined to never meet.

"Huh? You know him?" Gandalf asked in surprise.

“Nonsense! It’s the sword of the King of Gondolin Forest.” Roland replied casually without even thinking.

“Hmm…” Gandalf gave Roland a deep look but said nothing, and casually drew another sword.

"Pfft! That damn Beastbite Sword—Ocrest..." Roland's face darkened. Of the three Elven swords, Roland had his eye on these two. After all, the Stinger, which was Lord Baggins's exclusive sword, was no different from a bread knife in Roland's hand—too short... But Gandalf, as history has it, still brought them out.

Roland's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered his men to move all the weapons away. Although it was shameless, a short knife with a jingling sound for self-defense was quite useful. As for his shamelessness? He'd put it in his pocket for now.

“Dwarf brothers, would you like to change your clothes? These weapons were forged by the Noldor elves; they’re quite good,” Roland kindly reminded them.

"No! We must leave this filthy place!" Thorin immediately flew into a rage upon hearing about the elven weapons, turned around, and led his men away.

Gandalf shrugged and said helplessly, "Thorin, this is the Beastbite Sword, the best weapon we can get right now!" He then looked intently at Thorin.

Thorin pondered for a moment, then looked up at the mithril hammers on the knights carrying the weapons, and the adamantite weapons and armor of Roland and the others. He swallowed hard, but ultimately couldn't escape the "it smells so good" principle and obediently accepted the weapons. The remaining dwarves also happily ran to the pile of weapons to pick them out, just like aunties buying vegetables at a market.

"Bilber! Here you go!" Gandalf emerged from the cave and handed Bilber a short sword.

Roland glanced at it and almost fainted. "I even ordered everyone to empty the area below, but it still didn't stop you from taking the three Elven swords. Just how unlucky am I to have these three weapons? Can't a Lord of the Rings fan like me collect some famous swords?" Roland muttered to himself, his mind filled with nothing but bad luck.

“No, I can’t accept it. In fact, I’ve never used a sword or any other weapon.” Bill waved his hands frantically in refusal.

“Barggins, this is a magical weapon forged by the elves. When an orc gets close, the blade will emit a dark blue light…” Gandalf explained.

"I hope you never have to use it... but when you do, remember that the true meaning of courage is not in taking lives, but in forgiving them."