The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

In the early morning, after last night's carnival, the Dwarf King Thorin Oakenshield set off with the expedition team under the cheers of everyone in Long Lake Town. Kili was left behind due to injury, and Fili and the two stayed behind to take care of the injured Qili. Strength, as for Bofur...the poor child missed the boat because he was drunk...the dwarves' expedition to the Lonely Mountain is about to reach its terminal.

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"Changhu Town is ahead, sir, what should we do?" Renault couldn't make up his mind.

"Let's act according to the situation!" Roland was unsure.

"If they resist... then annihilate the resisting forces!" Roland thought about it and spoke with difficulty.

"...As you wish, my Majesty..." Renault was stunned for a moment, and then spoke happily. At this moment, they finally fully recognized Roland as their king and their Majesty, because Roland finally became decisive in killing, He won the support of his people.

The fog in the early morning sent away the dwarves and welcomed Roland. Everyone took advantage of the fog to quietly row the boat to the outskirts of the town.

"Come on!" Kaslo's eyes flashed coldly.

The plank fell, and the agile Battanian archers jumped down. They gave up using long bows and instead drew out their long swords and put them on their arm shields and quickly occupied the nearby wooden building. At this moment, the nearby residents still didn't know what happened, and even He was still a little confused when the sword was held at his neck.

"You... you... are... what... people?" an old man asked tremblingly.

"We? We are warriors from hell!" Renault, who led the horse down, heard this and replied with a smile.

"We will fight for the king!" Raynor murmured to himself.

"Hurry! Get off the boat quickly!" Renault directed everyone to get off the boat quickly.

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Finally getting off the boat before the town guards could react, Roland waved his hand and put the boat away. After all, it would be useful in the future, and throwing it to Smaug as firewood was a luxury.

"Find someone to lead the way, let's go to the town office!" Roland was very organized. He was familiar with the plot and knew that the mayor and the loser Alfred beside him were not good people. If he wanted to get Changhu Town, he had to deal with the mayor and them. A group of people who get in the way.

"Ha!" Several rushing infantry formed a shield formation to surround the guards who came after hearing the news. Several more rushing infantry behind them put their rifles on the shields of the people in front, pointing the spear points far away. Those helpless guards.

Just ask them if they were "moved"? They didn't dare to move. The guards held up the spears in their hands and didn't know where to put them. They could only move around in panic with their guns raised, but they were constantly pushed back by the rifles.

"Hey!" Roland pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and golden light flowed on the blade. Roland flicked the sword lightly, and it made a pleasant crisp sound.

"So, gentlemen? Where is your mayor?" Roland showed a devilish smile.

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"Boom!" The shield wall hit the square in front of the mayor's hall hard, and the wooden planks underneath made an overwhelming sound of breaking.

The guards who dared to come after hearing the instructions crowded in front of the mayor's door. They were not in a battle formation and pointed their weapons at Roland and his party in a panic. Their trembling hands and swaying legs showed their panic.

After all, no one can remain calm under the aim of 200 bows and arrows. Although the knights' targets are not very accurate, they can shoot strong bows at least. If they can't shoot at anyone, then Roland can go back and give them a bow. All folded.

"So do you want war or peace?" Roland raised his sword and said casually.

"What are you going to do?" The mayor led Alfred out of the door tremblingly, and then asked sharply with his hands on his hips.

"How is your rule? You don't have any idea?" Roland asked curiously. Roland couldn't complain about such a thick-skinned person.

"I am the legal ruler of Changhu Town. I am the mayor here. Outsiders, you have no right to interfere!" the mayor said with force.

"Uh? Could it be that these soldiers and trainee soldiers in front of you gave you the confidence?" Roland looked at the people closely guarding the mayor.

"Then are you willing to be buried with him?" Roland crossed the wall and pointed the panicked guards with his sword. These were just ordinary people wearing armor. It was very embarrassing for a noble to embarrass them.

"Give you a chance. Put down your weapons now and you can go home safely, otherwise..." Roland smiled, and the knights and shooters behind him all bloomed with bright fighting spirit. Among them, Roland and Kaslo's fighting spirit flames were as high as Three feet away, Renault's was even more terrifying as it soared to four feet away...

"Ding Ling Ding Cang~" The sound of a weapon falling to the ground sounded.

"Knight...Sergeant..." Some people were so frightened that their hands and feet were cold.

"Boom~" The crowd immediately dispersed like birds and beasts. Everyone just hated their parents for not having two legs, and they all ran very fast.

"Okay, now that there are no common people in the way, my noble mayor, I heard that under your rule, the people have been oppressed. I heard that they want to change, but you still plan to suppress them?" Roland pretended to be surprised. .

"No...no..." the mayor said at a loss.

"Hey! Isn't this Alfred? Why are you so virtuous? Stop shaking your legs." Roland said with a smile in his eyes.

"Forget it, let's kill them all, boring..." Looking at the trembling mayor and his group, Roland waved his hands in boredom. He was not tough at all. He thought they were going to resist.

"Boom!" A shot from the Holy Knight's signature skill Holy Sword Judgment fell from the sky, directly creating several piles of charcoal and smashing through the wooden board. The corpses of several people fell directly into the water and disappeared...

"Good guy, your ashes were thrown away?" Roland looked at Renault in surprise. This was really a show.

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"Are you Bud?" Roland looked at the tough-faced man in front of him.

"Yes, I wonder why you have come all the way here?" Bud said warily, looking at Renault behind him.

"My name is Roland." Roland introduced himself.

"Bard the Marksman! Queen of the last King of River Valley City, Girion? I'm curious how you ended up becoming a fisherman and a hunter?" Roland looked at the two little girls Tilda and Sigrit who were cowering behind the pillar in fear. He joked with a smile.

"The shadow of our ancestors is just a passing cloud. We are living a very happy life now." Bud turned his head and looked at the family behind him.

"I just killed the mayor here and his minions. Do you have any suggestions?" Roland asked tentatively.

"Where are the ordinary guards?" Obviously Bard is more concerned about the common people.

"You are indeed a noble queen and a qualified lord." Roland praised.

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary citizen now..." Bader waved his hand to stop him.

"But you will eventually be crowned king." Roland looked at him and said this meaningfully.

As for why Roland said this, it was because he had just taken a look at the situation here. To be honest, it was much different from what he imagined. The people were disheveled and the population was sparse. This did not include Smaug's Winter Fire and Five. The persecution of the orcs during the War of the Army... So Roland decided to decisively pass the blame to Bard. It would be good to let him become the king of the River Valley State as history has done. Basically, Bard is a true man who values ​​friendship, and it is okay to have him as a neighbor. Watch and help each other. As for Roland himself, he said that if there is a system, he can't build a city and become a lord. It is useless to keep an eye on Lake Town. Smaug will come to wash the land in the evening. Roland doesn't think he can stop it in Lake Town. In addition, Kaslo and his flying dragon are not enough. After all, Smaug, the demon wind in the north, is a flying dragon that can only breathe, but its size and physical resistance are different from those of giant dragons. I have to think hard to fight against him. Does it play? Let's leave it to Bard, the dragon slayer. He stopped participating in life.

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"Orc!" the vigilant Badanian archer exclaimed, and then shot the discovered orc into the sky with an arrow.

"Alert!" The police officer in the small town said.

"Elves?" Kaslo said in surprise when he saw Legolas fighting the orcs.

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"Oh! Fili! Kili!" After hearing the noise, Roland quickly remembered the part of the orcs' night attack and ran to Bard's house. As a result, Bard was not imprisoned... Oh, it was so tragic. Well, think about the orc warriors who faced King Bard and Tao Lieer... It was so miserable that even the capitalists would feel distressed for a long time.

"Uh, are you okay? Hi, dwarves, I'm so happy to see you again!" Roland smiled and greeted everyone.

"By the way, Bard, you have to tidy up. We can't stay here anymore..." Roland, who had just finished searching, then remembered that Smaug was coming to wash the floor and bring warmth in the evening.

"The dwarves entered the Lonely Mountain! You know the consequences..." Roland pulled Bard out of the house, pondered for a while and said.

"I need you to direct the people to evacuate Lake Town and go to the River Valley State under the Lonely Mountain...otherwise Smaug will light them into candles! You know clearly that the evil dragon is about to awaken!" Roland said seriously.

"What about you?" Bud asked Roland with narrowed eyes.

"I'll go settle down my army. My archers will stay to stop Smaug!" Roland paused.

"Remember to come back... I believe that your ancestor shot Smaug! You still need to settle your grievances!" Roland suddenly turned around while walking and looked back at Dobbard with a smile and said these words.

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"Reno leads the knights and infantry to leave! The shooters stay for sniping. Kaslo, follow me!" Roland summoned his subordinates to make arrangements.

"Sir, let me stay!" Renault said anxiously.

"Don't worry. Don't worry, you can take me with you as a team. Kaslo and I have adamantine armor. The adamantine and the magic patterns on it will help us block the dragon's breath. The shooters of Batania are even more... They are thieves and thieves, Smaug can't hurt us. Don't worry!" Roland patted Renault.

"The war has begun..." Roland sighed, looking at the residents who were persuaded to leave by Bard or driven out by soldiers. Will Long Lake Town be destroyed by the war after all?

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"Hi! Roland, I'm back!" Bard arranged for his family and the dwarf to leave, then turned and returned to the town.

"Well, by the way, you can take out the black arrow. This may be one of the few weapons we have that can kill dragons." Roland was curious about what the black arrow looked like.

In fact, the star silver steel armor-piercing arrows brought by the Battanian archers can also shoot through the dragon's skin, but their length is too short, and the remaining force after shooting into the dragon's body is not enough to penetrate into the vital points.

"Hey! So long? I've learned a lot! I believe it when you say it's a spear!" Roland couldn't help but admired as he took the black arrow from Bard's hand.

"Look at the Lonely Mountain!" Bud, who was suddenly chatting with Roland, pointed into the distance.

In the dark night, a scene of burning clouds appeared on the Lonely Mountain. Unfortunately, it was not the glow, but the dragon's breath of Smaug...

"The evil dragon is coming." Roland narrowed his eyes.