The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"By the way, were your departure seen by the orcs? This is very important!" Roland quickly asked Verve. Since he can send flying dragon knights to investigate, it is not surprising that the orcs have any long-range investigation methods.

The only thing Roland has now is the first move! Apart from that, he has no other advantages. This war could have been easier to fight. Unfortunately, his only war mage was forced to stay in Swiftstream City. Those simple Lagrand people were unwilling to leave their city. Therefore, someone must stay in the city, and Radil, who is good at psychic detection, is the best candidate to stay behind.

There is a saying that Mr. Radil's field combat ability is really not as strong as his ability to defend the city. Apart from the forbidden spells, there are really few earth-based magics with huge destructive power.

"Probably not... After all, we moved after our sentries discovered them. We moved very quickly! After all, you know that the prairie elves are a wandering elves..." Fan Wei's voice was a bit low. Wandering is the deepest pain for every prairie elf.

"I have an ominous premonition... After all, there must be some clues when so many of you leave." Roland was still worried.

"How did you deal with the boats after crossing the river?" Renault, who was keeping pace with Roland, suddenly came up.

"This..." Vervay suddenly broke into a cold sweat. They did not sink those canoes. After all, they were just running away, but now those canoes may have pointed out to the orcs the fact that they were discovered.

"It seems that we can't make a surprise attack on the orc camp." Renault said helplessly. He never imagined that these elves, who were supposed to be thoughtful, would forget to deal with the traces left behind.

"Forget it, I didn't expect a surprise attack in the first place. It was just a choice." Roland waved his hand to signal Renault to stop talking.

"I'm sorry..." Verve said in shame. Perhaps their move would cause huge casualties to both armies in a few days.

"Forget it, you just wanted to escape at the beginning. Who would care about those ferries?" Roland said with relief.

"Caslow informed the infantrymen behind to stop and rest!" Roland looked at the sky and found that the sun had poured into the west and turned into the setting sun. The sunset glow was like blood, shining brightly on everyone's armor...

"Crack!" Everyone stayed on a mound at night. The tower shield of the light infantry was smashed into the earth to form a semicircular shield wall to block the wind. Everyone huddled behind the shield wall and lit a bonfire. To keep warm, the knights led their horses and huddled together. Because the night in the wilderness was dangerous, no one took off their armor.

"By the way, why did you equip the light infantry with tower shields?" Only now did Roland realize that these light infantry were not holding dwarf iron shields, but wooden tower shields edged with iron sheets.

"After training, I found that it is better for them to use wooden tower shields. The weight is the same as the iron cross shield, but the defense range is half larger. For light infantry, it can effectively improve their survivability." Renault was chewing. While eating the hard black bread, the bread crumbs were sprayed.

"But this thing's defense is not as good as an iron shield!" Roland still preferred iron armor.

"Um...you don't know what level they are? Or a simple and rough wooden tower shield is suitable for them..." Renault muttered softly.

"Also..." Roland had a headache when he thought of their initial performance. However, they were the main force in this battle. Only if they withstood the orcs' counterattack could they have a chance to make a comeback.

"Casro, Renault, tell me honestly how good they are now." Roland said with a dark face.

"...At least I won't be a deserter." Renault thought for a long time before holding this sentence in his mouth.

"Thank you so much... why can't you get over the idea of ​​a deserter?" Roland cried inwardly with tears streaming down his face.

"Haha, that's great." Roland laughed dryly.

"Your Excellency Fan Erwei, may I ask what kind of professions your people are." Roland wanted to know how mixed the army under his command was.

"Everyone is a ranger!" Verve said proudly.

"Pah!" Roland slapped him on the head. Don't the elves have a decent front-row person? Except for the archer who is a ranger or a mage, the only moon deer cavalry that can be used is the ranger and archer riding the moon deer!

"Forget it, I'm lying down!" Roland took a deep breath and lay down on the blanket.

…

"Sign in to the system!" The first thing Roland did when he opened his eyes was to sign in.

"Sign in successfully! Congratulations to the host for receiving the Elven Holy Sword - Manikati!"

"Hell! What the hell is there any use for the Elf Holy Sword?" Roland almost vomited blood. This thing is the Elf Tribe's Holy Sword. He has no use for it. It can only be used as an ordinary weapon. In terms of sharpness, The dragon-slaying sword is almost the same. In terms of ability, he can't activate it. After all, only the power of elves can activate this sword of fire. For Roland, this is useless!

"Huh?" Roland noticed that Verve's sword was not very sophisticated, and immediately found the owner of the sword.

"By the way, Mr. Verwei gave this sword to you. I hope it will be helpful to you." Roland took out Manicati from the system space and handed it to Verwei.

Verway raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, do you have space equipment?" I didn’t realize that this humble lord had quite a lot of background! After taking Manikati, Verwei casually pulled out the long sword. The moment the fighting spirit was instilled, the blade of the long sword suddenly ignited with blazing fire, and the rich fire magic energy wrapped around the sword body.

"Is this the holy sword of the elves?" Verve's expression changed, and he instantly felt how this sword fit him.

"Well! The Holy Sword of Fire - Manikati! I hope you are satisfied with this gift." Roland smiled. After all, he didn't have any elves under his command. This thing can only be used as an indestructible sword in his hand. It might as well be Give it to the elf who can use his fighting power.

"This is too precious..." Verwei stopped conveying fighting energy and reluctantly put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Roland.

"It is very valuable, but in my hands I can only bury his glory! If you feel sorry for yourself, use him to kill a few more orcs to repay me." Roland gently pushed the sword back. Now in the current battle, every point Any increase in combat power may affect the subsequent battle situation.

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"There's still a day and a half to go! We can reach the Red Water River!" Vervay acted as a guide and said to Roland with the map in his hand.

"Everyone, take a rest! Let the knights in front stop their reconnaissance and take a rest!" Roland said to the Battanian archer riding a war horse next to him.

"King! It's not good!" Suddenly smoke billowed in the distance, and Roland clearly saw that it was the Knights of Holy Glory led by Renault. Renault took the lead and waved his arms and shouted.

"What's wrong?" Roland grabbed the Renault horse and asked.

"Half... half-orc army! Coming... coming!" He said out of breath.

The army led by Roland and the wasteland orcs led by Orovel met unexpectedly! In this nameless wasteland, a war that will determine the fate of the north is about to begin...