The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Chapter 718 Tragedy

"Kill!" Teams of well-equipped mercenaries rushed out of the darkness, and the Orcs were caught off guard and were dizzy and lost. Soon, the mercenaries of the Second Son Mercenary Group quickly tore through the Orcs' defense line and went deep into the hinterland.

Soon after, there was a roar of anger from the depths of the dark forest, and then it returned to calm...

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"Teacher, are we leaving?" Weiss looked at Kaslo and asked.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to stay here? I'm a general of the Kingdom of Raglan, and this is Gondor! You will be a Raglan in the future, and I'm wronged to go back to see your motherland?" Kaslo rolled his eyes, thinking that the colorful world is really fascinating, and the prosperous White King City directly captured this young man from the wasteland.

"Isn't that... River City very prosperous?" Weiss nodded first and then asked in a low voice.

"If you are willing to yield, Gondor is also welcome! I believe that His Royal Highness the Regent will not begrudge a position of marshal!" Hulin, who was following beside him, smiled and said. Although he knew that the hope was slim, it would be great if he could plant a seed. If Kaslo was unhappy in Lagran one day and the first target he thought of was Gondor, it would not be a loss.

"Forget it, King Roland can catch up and break my dog ​​legs!" Kaslo shook his head with an ugly face. This breaking of the dog legs is a real physical interruption. Roland's Dos alone can directly remove Kaslo's advantage as a dragon knight. Without the help of Cardo, it is a foregone conclusion that his legs will be broken.

"Haha, your Excellency is polite!" Hulin smiled and did not feel frustrated. After all, it was an unintentional act and he did not intend to make a contribution.

"Well, since everything is over, we should go home! Thank you for the hospitality of the Regent and everyone in Gondor these days! Kaslo is very honored!" Kaslo stroked his chest.

"I'll see you off!" Hulin extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"No need to be polite, I'll just ride the dragon away... Let your highness the regent be at ease. Gondor and Raglan are both human kingdoms. It's our duty to help each other. Raglan is willing to deal with future crises together with Gondor!" Kaslo patted Hulin on the shoulder before leaving.

"Thank you!" Hulin nodded sincerely. Kaslo's words meant that the alliance between Gondor and Raglan was a reality! In the future, once the demon army invaded the Kingdom of Raglan, it would not sit idly by. This guarantee made everyone in Gondor feel at ease.

"Stay!" Kaslo lifted Weiss and jumped onto the dragon saddle and said to Hulin.

"Take care, be careful on the way!" Hulin watched Kaslo riding the dragon take off from the hot spring square in the royal city and finally disappear into the clouds.

"Your highness the regent, he's gone!" Hulin bowed to the dark place and whispered.

"Well, I see it! The road ahead is getting harder and harder. I hope Gondor can still survive safely!" Turgon looked at the sky and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, grandpa! I will definitely govern this country well in the future! Let Gondor regain its glory again!" A figure rushed out from the side and said to Turgon in a childish voice.

"Oh! Denethor! My dear grandson! My hope for the future!" Turgon embraced Denethor in his arms without hesitation, looking at him lovingly. He did not comment on what his grandson said, but his love for him was indeed true.

"It's good to be safe! It's good to be safe!" Turgon whispered while holding Denethor, who was only fourteen years old. At this time, Denethor, who was only fourteen years old, had already shown the clues of his future wise minister. At this time, he was tall, brave, wise and far-sighted!

"If what the dragon knight said is true, we need to strengthen the border defense now!" Denethor suggested to his grandfather.

"Let's wait and see!" Turgon smiled and touched his head, his eyes full of love. He did not reject his grandson's suggestion, but just said to wait. After all, strengthening the border defense requires a large amount of money, and this money will eventually be passed on to the people. Turgon does not want the people to bear a heavy burden because of some groundless things. If the demon king really has a slim chance of gaining momentum, it will not be too late to prepare for war! This is the courage that the strongest human kingdom in Middle-earth brings to Turgon! The huge Gondor can afford it!

"Okay, but border patrols should be tightened!" Denethor shook his head and continued without hesitation.

"Yes! Those wandering orcs were just a serious illness before, but now they can't be left alone! Let the border troops block the wandering orcs!" Turgon did not object this time. After all, the wandering orcs will destroy the interior of Gondor if they are not taken care of!

"Pay attention to the kingdom in the north! He will be your life-saving potion in the future!" Turgon looked at his grandson meaningfully and sighed.

Turgon knew Denethor's talent and foresight, but Gondor had been in decline for too long! The only high-end combat force that the entire Minas Tirith could bring out was Hurin, the Keymaster! Comparing the high-end combat force of the Kingdom of Raglan in the intelligence, we have to admit that Gondor has been left far behind in this regard! (The golden generation during the War of the Rings were all leveling up and had not grown up yet.) Gondor was extremely embarrassed at the moment. Although it had a huge basic force, its high-end combat force had fallen into a state of lack of successors.

"I understand, Grandpa... If there really comes a day like that, I will ask the Kingdom of Raglan for help!" Denethor lowered his noble head. He had not lowered his head many times in his life, and there were even fewer people who could make him lower his head, but reality was a frequent visitor...

"Alas... It's a troubled time!" Turgon looked at the dark shadows in the distance. There was the Doomsday Volcano of Mordor, where the Eye of the Demon King stood!

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"Teacher, am I a knight?" Weiss said boredly while counting the stripes on his armor in Kaslo's arms.

"Semi-finished product! No mount!" Before Kaslo could tell the truth, Cardo poured a basin of cold water on Weiss's head.

"It's not that exaggerated! There are so many Lagrande Sharma horses! You can pick any one when the time comes!" Kaslo shook his head and smiled helplessly, indicating that Weiss didn't need to be discouraged.

"Ah? Horses!" Weiss said a little uninterested.

"What? Do you think I will catch a dragon for you?" Kaslo said with a strange look on his face.

"Hmmmm!" Weiss nodded.

"Good fellow, let alone pure-blooded dragons! I may not even be able to find Asian dragons!" Kaslo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Dragons are so rare! Especially young dragons are rare. It is naturally very rare to find a young dragon that can be tamed, and it has to pass the test of its parents...

"Okay, I am greedy..." Weiss looked at Kaslo with grievance.

"Okay, okay, I will catch a dragon blood monster for you when I have the chance!" Kaslo was frightened by Weiss's eyes and had no choice but to sign the "sell dragon" agreement.

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"Get ready, we are going home! This time, see your grandfather. Unless you become an air knight, it will be difficult to see him in the future!" Kaslo touched Weiss's head and said earnestly.

Weiss didn't say anything but stared at the clouds under his feet in a daze. I don't know what he was thinking. Kaslo glanced at him and didn't care. After all, it's normal for a child to be emo when he left home for the first time.

"Something's wrong! Kaslo! That village..." Cardo suddenly spoke.

Cardo, who had already arrived above the village, exclaimed to Kaslo in an unbelievable voice...

"What happened here? The whole village was destroyed?" Kaslo stood on the dragon's back and looked at the nameless village with blood flowing like a river in horror.