The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Okay! Virtue..." Roland looked at several soldiers whose eyes were shining as they looked at piles of supplies and couldn't help but kick them.

It's shameful to say that because of the poor conditions in Rapid City, Renault and Kaslo couldn't find a suitable warehouse to store supplies, so they finally unanimously decided to pile the supplies into the Lord's Castle, so Roland was shocked. In his eyes, he saw that his already cramped castle was filled with 20 carts of supplies... Roland couldn't say anything in front of the dwarf, so he could only look at the busy people with a smile.

"So you're not going to give me an explanation?" Roland looked at Renault and Kaslo who were about to sneak away quietly and laughed.

"My lord, you misunderstood..." The hairs all over Roland Castro's body stood up as he looked at Roland Castro who was laughing.

"Um, dear king, please listen to my explanation..." Renault hesitated.

"Misunderstanding? Explanation? You didn't even leave me a place to sleep! There's still a misunderstanding! You still need to explain!" Then the famous scene of Roland chasing Renault and Castro with a ham in hand was staged, and the powerful ham was like killing a dragon. It was as reliable as a sword and could easily smash two people to death.

"Hehe, Grandpa Radil, why do you think the king is chasing Lord Renault and Lord Kaslo?" Looking at the three people running in the city, Ivy chuckled and asked the war mage La, who was sitting aside to bask in the sun. Deere.

"Maybe it's because they forgot to leave a bed for the king..." The wrinkles on Ladil's face were like blooming chrysanthemums, and he chuckled.

"It's really good to be young and energetic!" Radil looked at the chasing people with a feeling of envy in his heart. At his age, he rarely does a lot of strenuous exercise, and advanced magic can already replace his legs. Take him to measure the world.

"Huh?" Radil's huge mental power unfolded. The thirty or so refugees who had just been refreshed by the system more than ten kilometers away were facing a group of hungry orcs. Radil's expression condensed, and a huge amount of magic power surged. He moved and disappeared next to Ivy with a swipe.

"Huh? This is flash!" Ivy looked at the place where Radil was sitting with envy. As a third-level priest, she didn't know the upper-level flash spell.

(Flicker is the basic magic of the caster profession, which can teleport distances ranging from ten meters to hundreds of meters depending on the magic level. Flash is the advanced magic of flicker, which can teleport distances of more than a thousand meters.)

"Oh God! Who will save us?" The women and children surrounded by a dozen strong men cried with their faces covered. They thought they would be bathed in the glory of Laglan again, but they never expected that they would be stared at by a group of orcs. superior.

"Phew!" There are actually a few hunters holding hunting bows among this group of refugees. Their relatively accurate archery skills allow them to confront the orcs now. Because they are a tribe of orcs in the wasteland, their size and The equipment was far behind the Orc Kingdom army led by Azog, so now the two sides could still face off. The other men took up the wooden sticks in their hands and formed a circle towards the Orcs to protect the women and children.

"Hey!" Clumps of rocky thorns suddenly appeared from under the orcs' feet, and dozens of orcs suddenly turned into bloody gourds.

"Ah!" The sudden massacre frightened all the women and children.

"Hey, hey! Are all the Lagran survivors so timid now?" Radil walked out with a smile, holding his staff.

"Master Mage!" The men who came back to their senses saluted quickly. After all, the other party was a noble Master Mage, and he also saved the lives of people like themselves. He should be given the highest respect both emotionally and rationally.

"No need to be polite, you are also here to join the last King Lagrand, right." He looked at the homemade dragon flag they carried on their shoulders, Radil, for confirmation.

"Yes, sir, we are guided by God to find Lagran's last glory..." the leader of the hunter said humbly.

"Now, just walk a few kilometers in this direction and we'll be there. There's no danger along the way. You can go with peace of mind." Radil smiled and left in a flash. The old man's legs and feet are not good, so it's impossible to accompany this group of people. People rely on their legs to travel, so they have to walk for a long time. Besides, there is no need to walk when using magic. It's a pity that he is not a space mage, otherwise a long-distance teleportation refugee would not need to travel.

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"Bang, bang, bang!" The dull sound of steel armor rang out, and a hundred iron cans walked silently on the wasteland. They were guided by God to come to join their last king. These people were the city of Lagrand summoned by Roland. Guards, they marched steadily towards Rapid City along the route taken by the refugees.

"Huh!" The leading city guard suddenly raised his hand, and the soldiers at the rear immediately formed a circular formation. They stood shoulder to shoulder and put their shields tightly together to form a half-length shield wall. Only the head and The calf was partially exposed, and the sharp steel spear pointed straight at the parasol-yellow wasteland.

"Orcs! They died not long ago! The person who killed them was an earth mage! At least a second-level mage!" Several city guards who were investigating came back.

"We have to leave quickly. Judging from the totems of these orcs, they should be tribes in the wasteland. Soon there will be orcs looking for their missing tribesmen." The leading warrior analyzed.

"It seems that there are still civilians here!" The attentive city guards found several rough wooden arrows on the orc's corpse. These were obviously not the bows and arrows used by the army, but probably the hunting bows of hunters.

"Trouble, there are civilians in front... We can't just leave. They should be following the king just like us... We can't leave the civilians to the orcs." The city guards became confused, and they were worried about the tracking. They are really not good at it. They are not sure which direction the civilians are going. If the civilians plan to take a detour to Rapid City, then the orcs who are good at tracking may cross them and attack the civilians. With a mage and a few hunters, The guards really may not be able to protect everyone.

"Then what should we do?" The other city guards had no idea. They didn't know how the civilians left.

"Let's stay! Stop the orcs! How can a mere tribe of orcs in the wasteland shake us!" The pride of the Lagrand City guards was aroused, yes! They were once the glorious guardians of the capital of the Lagrand Empire. They protected the people, their homeland, and the empire! What I am doing now is just my job.

"In the name of Lagrand! Long live!" The guards of Lagrand City were carrying out their final mobilization before the war.

"Form a circle, we are waiting for them here." One hundred city guards quickly formed a circle on a small slope. They half-knelt on the ground so that their shields could cover their whole bodies, and the hand crossbows slung on their bodies were also blocked. Lift it flat.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but suddenly the grass in the distance shook, and the ugly head of the orc was looming in the withered grass.

"Project!" Seeing the orcs rushing out of the grass and being exposed in front of everyone, everyone fired their hand crossbows.

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"Huh? A small group of Lagrand City guards?" Radil, who had just been basking in the sun for a while, suddenly sensed the city guards fighting the orcs.

"Forget it, let's not get involved. Fighting these wasteland orcs, the Lagrand City guards can kill them several times with their eyes closed." Mr. Radil said that he was definitely not making excuses for being too lazy to move, it was purely because They are strong and don't need help of their own.