The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Check the territory page of the system!" Roland lay in his exclusive tent in Rapid City and checked the system.

"Damn Renault and Castro! You actually used my lord's castle as a warehouse!" Roland looked at the tent above his head and became angry. He thought of the two idiots who directly gave their king's nest in order to store supplies. When I moved it out, I was immediately furious.

"Use magic words to build a city!" Roland silently took out the magic card of the artifact from the system space.

"Please ask the king to choose the territory where the card will be used!" Rapid City lay alone in the first row on the light screen that popped up from the system.

"Floating City..." The corner of Roland's mouth twitched. He felt that the system was referring to him when he called the king, although he had no proof now.

"Used successfully! Host, please wait a moment, the magic will take effect soon!" came the cold voice of the system.

At this moment, the soldiers and workers who were working on Rapid City suddenly found that the city wall under their feet was filled with layers of white halo, and huge magic waves came from the city wall.

"Damn it! Forbidden curse! Come down quickly!" Radil, who was still happily making magic stone bricks, was suddenly horrified. What's going on? This wretched place can attract the sage's forbidden curse!

"Leave the city! Run! The further away the better!" Radil cried out sadly, his magic power flashed around him, and he suddenly appeared in Roland's tent. He dragged Roland and took him with him in a flash without any explanation. Roland left Rapid City.

"Ra-Dil-Your Excellency! What's wrong?" Roland was held by Radil in his hand. Roland's mouth was filled with wind because of Radil's high-speed flight.

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"Huh? The city wall is growing taller?" Marcus scratched his head in confusion.

The soldiers and residents who were working looked at the city wall rising higher and higher under their feet in amazement. The exquisite magic patterns on it were no less than the magic pattern stone bricks made by Radil.

"What...what's going on?"

"The walls are growing taller!"

"Oh my god, it's 10 meters long!"

"This city wall is much safer than the previous city wall!"

Everyone marveled at this magical change. The 10-meter-high city wall could already effectively defend against most attacks. Now only sufficient manpower was needed to successfully defend the city.

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A few minutes later, Radil came back with Roland with a dark face. He dropped Roland and ran back to his residence in a hurry. He was very embarrassed... The dignified war mage was frightened by a magic and dragged him to his home in public. The king ran away... It is estimated that this will leave a shadow in Mr. Radil's heart for the rest of his life.

"Your Highness, you didn't tell me in advance when you used the magic scroll! It made me... ugh!" Radil muttered to himself in his residence.

At this time, Roland had no intention of reprimanding Radil. After all, Radil was also thinking about himself. After all, no matter which city suddenly heard magic fluctuations at the level of forbidden spells, the mage stationed in this city would not remain indifferent. It is definitely the best choice to escape with important people. If there are sage-level mages in your city, just ignore this.

"Sturdy!" Roland used the dragon-slaying sword in his hand to slash the battlement several times and found that only a few clear white marks were left. He stroked it with his hand and praised with satisfaction.

"Of course! The city walls created by Forbidden Curse Magic are naturally extremely strong. I really didn't expect that the empire would have such a magic scroll handed down..." Radil sighed sadly, and you could feel the excitement in his words. How I yearn for the powerful Lagran Empire of the past.

"Don't worry, I will restore Ragland's glory!" Roland looked at the south and clenched his fists.

"Oh my god! What happened here? Is there an earth sage under your command?" A shadow floated in the sky, and the person who came was none other than Peter Gro, the Star Dragon Knight.

"I am here to express my condolences to you on the king's order, respected King Roland." Peter Groe jumped off the dragon's back and gracefully performed an elf noble salute.

"Thank you Eovia for caring about me. Where have they gone?" Roland asked curiously. Logically speaking, Bai Yi and Eovia should have come over to take a look at this time.

"The two kings went to the dark forest to investigate together. Just now our cavalry team was attacked by orcs." Peter Gro looked solemn.

"What a big trouble!" Roland sighed. Baiyi should be said to be the king with the worst background among the three kings. The Star Elf has inherited a deep foundation for more than three thousand years, and Roland is a bastard. Baiyi is the only one. He must be careful with the cards in his hand. One mistake can lead to the destruction of his family and the country. He has no such thing as a system.

"How's the White Wing King's loss?" Roland asked quickly thinking of this.

"Well, the knights are fine. More than a dozen ordinary cavalrymen were sacrificed." Peter Gro thought for a while.

"I'll choke you! White Wings can hurt your body to death! There are only 200 cavalry in Manchuria, and one-twentieth is gone now!" Roland complained in his heart, but he had to admit that Azog's trick was very effective. In winter, when no one can launch a large-scale attack, a little bit of bloodletting tactics are very clever. In terms of attrition war, Roland and the others can just restart the war, which hits the weak spot of the coalition forces.

"I don't know what's going on in the north..." Roland looked in the direction of Gushan with some worry.

"I'm worried about the woodland elves now..." Peter Gero hesitated to speak. The two elves who share the same disease have a deep connection.

"No, no, no, I was never worried about Thranduil, I was afraid of Erub of the Lonely Mountain!" Roland said solemnly.

"Orcs wouldn't think of fighting forest rangers in the jungle! The best place to make use of their numerical advantage is in the plains and cities!" Roland said every word.

"If the orcs attack the Lonely Mountain and Thranduil's army cannot catch up, then it will be useless no matter how well we defend the south!" Roland glanced at Peter Groh and said flatly.

"But you know the relationship between woodland elves and dwarves..." Peter Gero gestured with his hands.

"So this is the most troublesome thing." Roland sighed.

"Forget it, King, don't think about it anymore. We may not even be able to solve the southern battlefield, so how can we pay attention to the northern battlefield..." Renault climbed up the city wall and said relaxedly to Roland.

"Yes! Mordor's reinforcements have overwhelmed us and we can't breathe." Peter Gro looked in the direction of Mordor. If eyes could kill, Mordor would have sunk into the ground by now.

"There are still too few soldiers!" Roland looked at the sparse soldiers in the city.

"There are still many of our people who are wandering... It would be great if a wandering army could arrive!" Castro and Reno began to dream while the sun was still hanging in the sky.

Roland glanced at Renault quietly. These soldiers who returned as wandering troops were actually given by my system! It has nothing to do with this Chinese country!