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

Chapter 1030 Rosgarburg
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The huge bronze bell rang, and the crowd outside the castle instantly gathered and surged toward the city gate. A large number of armored infantrymen quickly rushed onto the city wall, their sharp spears gleaming in the sunlight.

"On alert! On alert!" The city walls were in chaos, but a closer look revealed that although the crowd on the walls of Rosgarburg appeared chaotic, each team quickly took their positions, and everything was orderly amidst the chaos.

"Oh no! We've been mistaken for bandits!" Omske chuckled.

“Idiot…” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz opened his mouth, barely suppressing the urge to curse this fool.

“Your Majesty, it seems the people here are quite wary of us…” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said unhappily.

“It’s normal! After all, it’s a gathering place for vagrants and outcasts from the North. It’s normal for them to be a little wary of outsiders.” Roland shook his head. Let alone Rosgarburg being on high alert, even if this army drove up to Gondor’s gates, Gondor would be stunned for a few minutes, let alone a small place like Rosgarburg.

"Your Majesty Roland! What's going on?" Bard squeezed out and asked with a frown.

"Lord Thranduil... are your men reliable? Didn't you say the scout rangers notified them in advance?" Thorin turned to look at Thranduil, who was riding on the tall moon stag, with a look of amusement.

"..." Thranduil, riding his moon deer, visibly blushed and paled in turns.

He quickly summoned his servants and whispered to them, clearly asking about the situation, but judging from their confused expressions, they probably couldn't come up with anything.

"Heh! The Beon people? Your Majesty, we've really given them too much face! Give the order! Three parts to break through the city, five parts to occupy it!" Caslo was amused by the well-prepared Beon people. As far as he knew, the Lion Territory had helped these Beon people quite a bit over the years, and he felt a bit betrayed by the people he had sponsored.

"..." Roland's eyelids twitched. What was this "Middle-earth Otherworld Edition" of the 53-question booklet?

“There’s no need to be so aggressive. Send someone to ask them what’s going on. We clearly sent a ranger to inform them…” Roland frowned. Although he could understand these people’s behavior, he was still clearly unhappy.

“I’ll go!” Ravian nodded. Having been largely ignored along the way, he couldn’t resist proving his worth, especially since the last time he proved himself was when he almost caused the Cross Bauhinia Knights to collapse.

"Hmm." Roland nodded noncommittally.

……

"Where is the lord of Rosgaburg?" Ravian rode up to the city walls and called out.

"Who are you?" A man wearing an iron-rimmed leather helmet poked his head out from the city wall.

"Didn't the elven rangers who came earlier tell you? The allied forces from the Northern Kingdom are about to arrive?" Ravian was taken aback. He couldn't help but look back in the direction of the allied forces. The allied forces, with their banners waving, looked quite respectable. Regardless of their combat strength, the various flags mixed together at least gave them a certain intimidating appearance!
“They only said that northern troops would arrive…nobody told us it was such a large army!” the fortress commander of Rosgarburg stammered.

"Where is your leader, Lord Pion?" Lavian asked, looking at the dark purple bloodstains on the city wall.

"It seems a troop of Gambada wolf riders has arrived in the western town of Karok, and some villages have been attacked. The druids have gone to meet them!" The garrison finished speaking in a rapid-fire manner, looking expectantly at Ravian.

“…Defying the heavens!” Ravian didn’t know whether he was cursing the garrison of Rosgarburg or the rangers of the Woodland Kingdom. He glanced at the tense Northerners on the city wall, said nothing, and turned to ride away.

……

"What's going on?" Thranduil approached with a dark expression before anyone could speak.

“The defenders are idiots! Lord Pion has gone to defend Carlock Town! The quality of the guards here is appalling; I haven’t even said a word and they’re already spilling the beans! By the way, your rangers informed them that the Northern Kingdoms’ army would be coming, but I guess our numbers scared them! Those militiamen’s hands were shaking as they gripped their guns!” Ravian said disdainfully. “So, are we not going to rest here? Should we go straight to Carlock Town to find their lord?” Bard asked Roland.

"Why did Pion go to Karlock?" Roland asked.

"They say wolf riders from the Gangbada Mountains have come down from the mountains, their village has been attacked, and Pion has led the druids to intercept them!" Ravian said.

“That’s hellish…” Roland shook his head.

"How many times has Gombak been attacked? And they still haven't behaved? Didn't one of their Ringwraiths get stabbed to death by Darian Nightblade?" Caslo asked, puzzled.

"It's common knowledge that orcs can reproduce, and they forget how badly they've been hurt!" Roland said helplessly.

“But it’s hard to replenish the wolf riders, isn’t it?” Omske glanced sideways in the direction of Gambada.

"Who knows! Never mind them! I desperately need to rest! The army is marching! Set up camp behind the city walls!" Roland said, waving his hand.

"???" Bai Yi, who was enjoying watching the show, was taken aback.

"Isn't this a bit hasty? Won't going over like this cause misunderstandings?" Thranduil stared blankly at the gleaming city walls. This place didn't look like it was welcoming them at all!
"I don't care! My biggest concession is not demanding entry into the city!" Roland said nonchalantly. He was meek and subservient when there were only a few hundred men, but now he's bringing thousands and he's refusing to eat beef! While the Beorn did indeed make significant contributions in the wars against the Orcs in the North, don't forget this isn't his sole power anymore. If they dare to cause trouble, he can simply wipe them out and replenish the King's Landing's territory. Even if he's a formidable fighter, can he match the might of King's Landing? Forget the Lions of King's Landing; even a random border lord could make the defenses impregnable!

"..." Everyone remained silent, each with their own thoughts. The people of Lagrang felt that this was the proper Lagrang royal bloodline, while the kings of the other kingdoms exchanged glances and shrugged. Even Thorin, the dwarf king with the worst temper, felt that Roland seemed a bit too radical...

……

"They're here!" came the sharp, woman-like screams of the defenders from Rosgarburg, and the archers holding crossbows trembled.

"Hold your ground! Don't attack!" the city defense officer said, frustrated, but he still chose to swallow his anger to prevent an accidental clash that would give the army below an excuse to breach the city.

"They've stopped!" a soldier shouted. The army below quickly split up, and the short, stocky soldiers, carrying battle axes, scrambled towards the forest and began hacking away at the trees.

"They...are they going to set up camp?" the city defense officer asked after a moment of contemplation.

“That’s how it looks!” the soldier said, swallowing hard.

"Lower me down in a basket!" the city guard said through gritted teeth. Although he didn't understand the meaning of those flags, he knew that each of those colorful flags represented a nobleman! As the official in charge of this place, he had to go out and pay a visit, both out of courtesy and courtesy.

……

“A basket has come down from the city wall!” Caslo said to Roland.

“It seems we’ve been quite frightened by these people!” Omske nodded.

“Pion is not here, and the druids from those skin-changing families have gone on expeditions. The city’s defenses are extremely weak, so it’s normal for the city’s commander to be afraid! After all, we are not allied with them!” Roland said calmly.

I'm alive now. I spent a few days reading other people's books to find inspiration, and I almost lost my brain from all that reading.