The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1027 Opening Up the Canal

"You mean I'll dig a river for you with my bare hands?" King Che Wu was stunned. He was just being modest; this kid really intended for him to do manual labor!

"Uh, with your abilities, it should be easy, right?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso scratched his head and said.

"You want to divert a river to serve as a moat?" King Chewu of the Surging Waves asked with a hint of helplessness after a few seconds of silence.

“Yes!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso nodded affirmatively.

"Are you serious, kid? You're really building a fortress? A fortress out of thin air? You..." The Giant Dragon King Chewu, though shrunk to a miniature size, didn't lose any of his imposing aura. He jumped onto the table and gestured with his claws, somewhat speechless at Grand Duke Okrian Yaso. Did this kid even know how massive a fortress project was? Building a fortress on a plain? Did he think Rohan was some kind of Lagrang Empire?
“Of course, how can we stop the orcs without building fortresses? As for how to build fortresses on the plains, I do have some experience!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso nodded affirmatively.

"Dragon God! I must be crazy!" King Chewu of the Tidal Waves shook his head, somewhat shocked that he had actually agreed to go through such a crazy plan with this idiot.

"Then tell me your plan?" King Chewu of the Tidal Dragons glanced at Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso, wanting to hear what brilliant ideas he could come up with.

"Here's the thing, I plan to dig a canal to connect the Tree River to the territory of Lemon Town. The pit of the Great Forbidden Curse can be used as a lake to store water! In this way, the canal can transport stone materials, and the lake can radiate to the surrounding farmland and turn it into arable land, allowing this city to take root!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso explained the general plan.

“Good idea, but how do you deal with the elemental turbulence left by the forbidden spell? That doesn’t look like a place where ordinary people can work!” King Chewu of the Tidal Dragon flicked his tail. Forbidden spells in Middle-earth are like nuclear weapons, with continuous damage. Obviously, those elemental turbulences are not something ordinary people can handle.

“Simple, we just need to eliminate the elemental turbulence!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso said casually.

"Should I go?" King Chewu of the Surging Waves rolled his eyes.

"Uh, I need your help with a small matter..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. After all, having such a top-tier combatant and not making good use of him would be a disservice to himself! The Dragon King Chewu only gave him a look that said, "You figure it out yourself." So, I should just dive into the river and not come up!

"Winter is almost here, are you sure you want to start construction at this time?" King Chewu of the Turbulent Waves asked doubtfully. The north wind is howling in winter, and with humans' weak physiques... can they really brave the freezing cold to build a city? Don't humans usually stay at home and hibernate in winter?
"Winter is the only good time! How will he be able to recruit people for spring planting?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso pointed to the door, his eyes full of disdain for Earl Lemon. It wasn't Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso who was exaggerating; with their mobilization capabilities in the spring, it would be a miracle if they could even recruit people to repair the fortress! Don't forget that those people have lost all their possessions; spring planting is undoubtedly a lifeline for them!
Although Grand Duke Ocrean Yasor looked down on Rohan's low farming efficiency—the yield was so low even a Lagrange dog wouldn't care—it was undoubtedly a life-saving food source for Rohan! The people of Rohan couldn't abandon their farmland to work as laborers; at least they would have some time before being killed by the orcs. Without food, a person would die in seven days!
"Alright, you make a good point!" King Chewu of the Tidal Dragon thought about the living conditions of the Rohan people he had witnessed, and then about the living conditions of the people during the Lagrange Empire. He immediately agreed with Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso. There was no other reason than that Rohan was truly so poor that it was disturbing! After all, they were penniless from head to toe!
Is the one who dies fighting wild beasts necessarily the King of Gondor? No, he could be Rohan. Is the one ambushed and wiped out by Orcs necessarily a Gondorian? No, he could be the King of Rohan! Are the walls of Logza necessarily built by the Northern Men? No, it could be the capital of Rohan…

"...What should I do, Your Majesty?" Earl Lemon asked obediently, standing before Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso.

"Wait! Be patient!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso raised his hand and waved. There was no longing for flattery in his eyes, only a desire to show off. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking westward with the air of a superior being. The sun behind him made him appear mysterious and unpredictable.

"Wait? What are you waiting for?" Count Lemon was taken aback. "I gathered everyone up according to your method. Are you just going to sit here and eat for free instead of working? You know, the energy and heat lost while lying in the tent are two completely different things from coming out to be exposed to the cold wind."

Lord Lemon truly lacked the means to squander his wealth. It was common knowledge that the nobles of Rohan were relatively poor. Although those decadent nobles had tried their best to display their extravagance, they were still like greenhorns compared to Gondor. Lord Lemon, while ambitious, lacked substance and was the kind of person who wanted to do something but had no ability. The only reason that Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso took a liking to him was because he was obedient enough.

"Boom!" A thunderous roar echoed from afar. Count Lemon's legs went weak. He had just seen off the dragon and now an earthquake had struck? Was this a death sentence?

"What we've been waiting for has arrived!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso beamed with joy, patting Earl Lemon on the shoulder as he looked at the sinking earth ahead.

"Huh?" Count Lemon looked up in disbelief, completely bewildered. What was this earthquake thing?
Before Ocrean Yasso could speak, the fissures in the ground stretched all the way to where the town of Lemon once stood and stopped. Count Lemon pointed as if to say something, but before he could finish speaking…

"Roar!" With a long roar, a giant dragon with mottled scales shot up from the ground into the sky. It spread its wings, shook off the mud and dust on its body, and then pounced down.

"Ahhh!" Count Lemon felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the giant dragon swooping down from the sky, then screamed in a voice as loud as an old woman's...

"It's solved!" The colossal dragon king, Chewu, rapidly shrank in mid-air, finally transforming into a mini dragon and landing on the shoulder of Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso.

"Boom!" Behind him, a new river surged into the basin created by the forbidden spell!

"God! What is this?" The busy crowd around exclaimed in amazement. This unprecedented spectacle shocked everyone who witnessed it. The rushing water washed over the soil, and a "yellow dragon" came from the horizon.

(End of this chapter)