The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Are you full?" Roland asked, clapping his hands.

"I've eaten, sir." Kaslo said.

"Then let's go. I hope we can find a village or town today and find out where we are..." Roland sighed.

"Okay, sir." Kaslo responded.

…

"Sir! We may be in trouble!" Suddenly Kaslo pulled Roland's horse's head.

"This is Gundaba warg droppings!" Kaslo explained.

"So..." Roland looked ugly.

"Yes, there are orc wolf cavalry nearby!"

"Damn it! Alert!" Suddenly Roland raised the tower shield.

"Bang!" An iron arrow was bounced off the shield.

"Casro! Summon your dragon! Get up! Quick!" Roland exclaimed.

Shadows criss-crossed in the woods in the distance, and Orcs rushed out on wargs among the whirling branches, followed by a steady stream of Orc infantry.

"Sir! We should have entered an orc territory!" Kaslo said bitterly, while quickly taking out the dragon flute to summon the flying dragon.

"For the glory of the knight! Charge!" The battle energy flames surged, and Roland, who was urging the battle energy to cover his whole body and war horse, drove the shahr horse and rushed towards the hundreds of orcs.

"Hey!" Roland chopped off the ugly head of an orc with a sword.

"Bang!" After Roland's tower shield blocked the scimitar that was coming towards him, he stabbed it with his sword. The sharp dragon-slaying sword easily penetrated the orc's chest.

"Ang!" The passionate dragon roar sounded. Kasluo took off into the sky on a flying dragon.

The orc army was obviously stunned for a moment, allowing Roland to take the opportunity to chop off a few more heads. The next second, a wind blade several meters wide was spit out from the dragon's mouth and soon turned into palm-long wind blades, enveloped by the wind blade. The dozen orc wolf cavalry and their wargs were quickly strangled into minced meat, which made Roland feel sick to his stomach.

The obscure dragon language sounded. When Roland heard it, he immediately turned around and ran away. Good guy, stay within the range of the dragon language magic. How hard does it take to do this?

I saw the wings of the wind-winged flying dragon waving, and a tornado was suddenly blown out, and it became stronger and stronger. The tornado moved forward, and nearly half of the orcs were sucked up by the tornado and thrown into the sky a hundred meters high, and then one after another Falling like raindrops...

"Roar!" Kaslo drove the flying dragon to chase the orcs. Wind blades fell from the sky and divided the orcs below into corpses. Roland, who was following him, could only stare at the corpses in a daze. He didn't even have a chance to finish the attack. After all, The orcs on the ground were either cut into pieces or turned into pieces, which was very cruel.

Finally, the last orc was killed at the edge of the woods, and Kaslo fell from the sky with satisfaction.

"Sir, it's all solved!"

"Well, okay, put the dragon away! You ride this!" Roland pointed to a Shire horse next to him. This was the first blood achievement that the system had just awarded.

"Not a blade of grass grows: Completed, successfully annihilated the orcs, leaving no one behind. Rewarded with fully armed trainee knights*10."

Roland has seen the final reward, and is still very satisfied. After all, the trainee knights with extraordinary strength are stronger than the most powerful cavalry, and there are 10 of them. The most important thing is - fully armed.

Sure enough, after summoning these 10 trainee knights, Roland suddenly felt that they smelled so good! All three-layer armored Sharma, stainless steel plate armor, stainless steel cross shield, stainless steel long sword, stainless steel lance, ironwood bow, and a mithril fighting hoe (specially used to break armor and deal with iron. They are really armed to the teeth. The most awesome thing is that they all have cloaks on their backs, and the cloaks are exactly the dragon emblem on their own adamantine armor. A group of 12 people looked mighty and domineering!

…

5 days later…

"Oh my god, is this a village?" Roland thought his eyes were dazzled.

"Yes, sir. It's a village, but it doesn't seem very friendly to us..." Kaslo looked at the closed wooden gate and the militiamen on guard on the wall. With his sharp eyes, Kaslo could even I saw that their hands had already fastened the bow strings of the hunting bows.

"Oh! God! Guys, put away your weapons and relax!" Roland ordered.

After hearing this, everyone put away their weapons.

Roland rode towards the village gate and looked at the villagers above.

"Um, excuse me, we are just tourists. We hope to find a place to stay and we can pay." Roland said sincerely.

"Really? Where do you foreigners come from?" An older villager above spoke.

"Well, I come from the Eastern Empire, and these people are the followers I recruited in Gondor." Roland took off his helmet as he spoke.

Sure enough, looking at Roland with black hair and eyes, the villagers above began to discuss. After a while, the people above should have finished their discussion.

"Yes, you can come in and rest, but we hope you will not use weapons to fight in the village and do not disturb the villagers."

"As you wish, we are willing to comply." Roland quickly agreed.

"Creak..." The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Roland quickly called everyone to dismount and go in. As a result, as soon as he entered, he had a guess at Roland.

"I'm afraid it's not in the Shire..." Roland said to himself, because he found a row of small "dwarves" standing in front of him. To be precise, they should be hobbits or the most familiar "hobbits"!

"Hello, may I ask, where is this place? We lost our way in the wasteland." Roland quickly grabbed someone to ask.

After some inquiries, it can be confirmed that Roland is currently in the northernmost part of the Shire, and it is not the Middle-earth continent in the movie, but the continent in the Lord of the Rings.

"This is easy to handle. I know the map of the Lord of the Rings well!" Roland said, rubbing his chin.

"By the way, what era is it now? Kasluo, go and find out."

"Okay, my lord."

…

"What! The year 2940 of the Third Era!" Roland said in surprise.

"What's wrong, sir?" Kaslo asked with concern.

"There is something very interesting. I am thinking about whether we should participate in it." Roland was referring to the dwarf expedition, which is also the plot of The Hobbit.

"Thorin Oakenshield is also a good friend. If you want to gain a foothold in this land, you still need to unite these forces that can be drawn together." Roland said to himself.

Because it is a demon-reformed Middle-earth, the power system inside has undergone great changes, the most important one being Wushen! In addition, there are many spellcasters (at least more spellcasters than in the original Middle-earth world with only 5 wizards). No one knows what the outcome of this expedition will be. After all, in the original game, there were many lord players. Leading the team to help Thorin and the others successfully recapture the Lonely Mountain.

"Let's go! Go to Hobbiton!" Roland finally decided to help.