The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Ah! This hammock is so uncomfortable to sleep on!" Roland, who had just woken up in the morning, twisted his tired waist.

"Oh no, no, I'm so young, I shouldn't be weak..." Seeing no one around, Roland began to study his happiness for the rest of his life.

"Sir, it's time for dinner!" Kaslo suddenly pushed the door open, and the dilapidated wooden door made an overwhelming sound.

"Put it on the table!" Roland said casually, looking at the table with fresh stubble.

"Okay, please take your time, sir." Kaslo respectfully placed the breakfast on the table and withdrew.

"Well, not bad, quite exquisite!" Roland looked at the breakfast in front of him, which included a bowl of oatmeal porridge, three slices of white bread and two palm-sized grilled fish. Roland couldn't help but be surprised at the craftsmanship of these big men. Is it that good? The food they make can only be called eating to the point where a person will not die, or making people eat to the point of starvation...

Thinking of this, Roland pushed the door open, but with a bang, the wooden door finally collapsed under the load. Roland's mouth twitched, and he helplessly ordered the two knights standing guard to clean up.

"Caslow, who made today's breakfast?" Roland curiously asked the knight Caslow who was devouring his breakfast.

"Well...she is the hostess of the homeless family that arrived yesterday. After all, none of us know much about cooking, and Ivy is also a master of eating! She doesn't look like a woman at all." Kaslo muttered.

While speaking, Roland noticed the black bread and water bag in Caslo's hand, and couldn't help but frowned: "You only eat these things?"

Roland was greatly surprised. He did not expect that the noble dragon knight would eat black bread one day. Thinking of this, Roland became extremely angry. How could these common people make black bread for the soldiers who protected them? Roland quickened his pace and walked towards the house of the refugees who arrived yesterday.

At this time, the Leopard family was busy making breakfast for the soldiers. They carefully mixed the ground flour with bran and baked them into brown bread and distributed them to the already hungry soldiers. There was also a pot of mushroom and wild vegetable soup simmering in the big pot. The hostess of their family carefully served a bowl to each soldier on guard. Several half-year-old children beside him looked at the food in front of them and were full of desire. Their bright eyes My eyes were staring straight at the bread and steaming soup, but I just huddled behind my parents and tried to inhale the aroma...

"It's time to eat!" The mother smiled and served breakfast to several children, a bowl of gruel with bran mixed with vegetable roots and a small amount of wheat grains.

The children immediately gathered around, received their own portion of food, and swallowed happily. The inedible bran and vegetable roots were as sweet as delicacies in their mouths.

The angry Roland just turned his head over and saw this heartbreaking scene. His anger immediately disappeared. He looked at the bowl behind the couple. In it was the food they had left for themselves - a few vegetable leaves floating in the bowl. broth.

Roland watched all this helplessly. He didn't understand why this was happening. Castro reacted behind him and quickly pulled Roland aside.

"Sir, we don't have much food, so we can only eat sparingly..." Kaslo explained in a low voice.

"I just want to know why the people under my rule are eating chaff! My soldiers are eating black bread!" Roland's voice was low but extremely angry.

"It's winter now! We have no supplies..." Kasluo lowered his head and said sadly. This is the sadness of a force with no foundation... A cold winter may defeat him. Roland, in addition to the food rewarded by the system, He had replenished supplies, but of course he had no place to replenish them, which led to the biggest problem facing Swift Current City - famine!

Roland rubbed his nose helplessly. All his ambitions were in vain. How could Roland, who couldn't survive this winter, have the qualifications to restore Lagrand's glory?

"Organize the shooters to go hunting!" Roland could only rely on hunting to solve his urgent needs.

"Knight Commander Renault has already led his men! As this is a wasteland... there won't be many large prey..." Although Kaslo didn't want to say it, he could only pour a basin of cold water on it.

"Aren't you organizing people to go fishing? Less than two kilometers in front of us is the Swift River! There are a lot of fish in it for us to eat!" Roland asked again.

"Without fishing boats and nets... fishing with fishing rods is just a matter of luck, and the harvest is just a drop in the bucket..." Kaslo explained.

The air suddenly became quiet, and Roland and Castro stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes at a loss.

"Wait! What do you think we are missing?" Roland's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fishing boats and fishing nets!" Kaslo repeated in confusion.

"Hahaha! Problem solved!" Roland laughed suddenly.

Kaslo was startled, thinking that his king had been driven crazy.

"We have boats! Did you forget that we boarded the Galen boats used in Long Lake Town?" Roland now felt extremely wise about his decision to put away those boats.

"Where's the net?" Kaslo asked quickly. After the boat was settled, wouldn't there be a net to catch it?

"You won't go and search in the ruins of Changhu Town? There were many fishing boats used by shooters to escape at that time! There must be complete sets of fishing tools on them. You can ride a dragon and fly around the lake to look carefully. !" Roland hurriedly explained the method.

"Yes! My lord, you are really too wise!" Kasluo ran to an open space excitedly and summoned his own dragon to fly into the sky.

"Come here!" Roland called.

"Sir!" Several knights patrolling around rushed over after hearing the instruction. After all, there were only knights left in Swift Current City, and all the archers with good archery skills went out to hunt.

"Call the free knights and let's go fishing by the river!" Roland ordered.

After asking several knights to assemble the team, Roland went straight to Radiel's house.

"Sir Radil, we need to solve the food shortage problem in the city. Please take care of this place." Roland asked.

"Hahaha, your highness, rest assured. As long as my old bones are not dead, there will definitely be no danger in Rapid City." Radil reassured Roland with a smile.

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"Boom!" The heavy dragon body hit the grass beside the river with a dull sound.

Roland suddenly laughed when he looked at the large and small bags on the dragon's back. It seemed that Kaslo had gained a lot during his trip. Dried fish could be vaguely exposed from a cloth bag.

"How's it going, Kaslo?" Roland asked about his harvest.

"Great harvest! I thought they took everything away before we drove them away, but I didn't expect they left a lot behind!" Kaslo showed off his harvest with excitement.

"How many fishing nets are there?" Roland asked what he was most concerned about.

"Oh! Fishing nets! There are 17 here! There are also 8 damaged fishing nets, which can be used to repair these good ones in the future." Kasluo untied the fishing nets from the dragon's back, and the young wind dragon groaned impatiently. , apparently dissatisfied with being used as a tool for transporting goods.

"Hahaha! Brothers! Fishing!" Roland said happily as he released the Galen ship that existed in the system space.

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In the evening, watching everyone roasting plump white fish around the fire, Roland laughed happily. He fulfilled his obligation as a lord and ensured the food and clothing of his people. Looking at the smiling people, Roland suddenly felt sad. When they got up, their arms holding the grilled fish were only covered with a layer of linen clothes, shivering in the cold wind of the evening...

"Sir, 11 more people have come today. They are three families..." Ivy, who had been staying in the city, introduced the newly arrived citizens to Roland.

"It seems I have to go to Erub..." Roland looked at the new collared people who were also wearing single clothes and sighed helplessly.

"Kasluo will accompany me to Irube tomorrow. Renault, take the others and continue fishing!" After Roland finished instructing everyone, he turned around and left. He didn't want to see that sad scene.

"System! You are such a rip-off! You can't even give the refugees a few extra clothes!" Roland cursed the system silently in his mind.