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

Chapter 1038 Elemental Spirits
The dwarves' astonishing actions were an eye-opener for us guys, especially Roland, who almost spat out blood. Our kingdom was practically reduced to tree bark, and you guys were still able to drink wine...

"Ahem, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's discuss how to advance," Thorin coughed quickly.

"Let's rest for a couple of days. The situation here won't make a difference if we can hold out for a while. The fact that we can still hold out means there's no problem! If we couldn't hold them off, the battle line would have collapsed long ago!" Roland shook his head. He understood very well that battle reports could be deceiving, but battle lines couldn't be. Since the Beon army could still hold out at the Carlock line, it meant they didn't need to worry about it.

"Alright!" The other kings glanced at it and decided to follow Roland's advice. After all, no one wanted to rush into a fight. Everyone thought it was better to avoid trouble. If the Beorn could hold out, they would be happy to see it happen, especially Thranduil. The experience of not having to do any work and having someone help block the flanks was simply too good. It was a win-win situation, reducing the number of defensive zones without spending any resources.

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"What's wrong? Are your hands itching?" Roland looked at the bewildered Omske with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Uh..." Omske rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly. After all, he hadn't had much room to make a difference along the way. The only spotlight went to Lavian, who ended up making a huge mess for everyone. After that, he didn't even get a chance to deal with the petty thieves.

"You'll have your turn to fight later! Those giant ogres will keep you busy until you're sick of them!" Roland smiled nonchalantly. It was true that the pass of the Misty Mountains was controlled by the King's Landing family, but there were still many threats at the foot of the mountains. The King's Landing family's control over the vast Misty Mountains was just a drop in the ocean, not to mention the corpse demons and giant ogres along the way to the Eastern Road!

The severing of communication between East and West was entirely due to the sheer force of those random, chaotic things. Otherwise, those adventurous bards and profit-driven caravans would have had no reason to let go of such a huge prize as the North. But in the end, if Gandalf hadn't led his expedition, the North would have almost become the Middle-earth version of the Yan Kingdom. Whether the Western humans even knew about the resistance in the North is another matter entirely.

In fact, by the time of the War of the Ring, the southern allied forces knew very little about the situation in the north; otherwise, King Brand and Dain the Ironfoot wouldn't have turned the northern battlefield into a defensive siege of Lonely Mountain. The most perplexing aspect was the extent of the Woodland Kingdom of Thranduil's influence; nobody knew for sure, but given its personality, it was likely a result of its isolationist and passive approach, considering the history of dwarves and elves treating each other like dirt.

"Just you wait and see!" Omske chuckled. Although he was simple-minded and loyal, he wasn't a fool. With Roland's high-end combat power increasing, healthy competition, within Roland's tacit approval, also emerged. Undoubtedly, Knight Caslo was at the forefront. Previously, Omske was undoubtedly among the kingdom's top tier, but now he suddenly realized that with so many newcomers, he, an old hand, was falling behind... Putting aside everything else, even as a lackey, he couldn't compare to Marquis Al-Tegran Franz. After all, how could his shallow background compare to a family's millennia-old accumulation?

"My lord, there's something interesting. Would you like to take a look?" Suddenly, Caslo's head popped out, interrupting the scene of mutual respect between the monarch and his subject.

"Oh?" Roland was taken aback. Caslow had been with him for so long, so there must be something special about him for taking the initiative to ask.

“I’ve already sent people to make arrangements. Hopefully, we can catch him!” Caslo nodded to Roland.

"Caught it? What rare magical beast did you encounter this time?" Roland's eyes lit up, instantly waking him up. In this magical world, magical beasts not only represented power but also productivity! Didn't you see the dwarves constantly importing magical beast materials from the Kingdom of Lagrang? Those shed scales and fur were excellent for smelting, representing the world's most advanced magical equipment technology!
“I’m afraid it’s not a magical beast, and magical beasts wouldn’t live so close to humans!” Caslo shook his head.

"So... what is it?" Roland was taken aback. You didn't find some goblin or something, did you? Are you trying to catch some of these things to entertain me or something? "You'll have to see for yourself. It's hard to explain in a short time!" Caslo shook his head.

"What's all this mystery?" Omske was also baffled, unable to understand what was making Caslo so embarrassed to talk about.

"By the way, don't call anyone else!" Caslo shook his head.

"It's hard to divide!"

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"What's all this secrecy about?" Omske followed Caslo, his face full of dissatisfaction, as they trudged through the jungle. Wearing heavy armor, his movements in the woods were clearly extremely difficult, and the journey through the forest was clearly frustrating for him; after all, being forced to carry such heavy equipment into the woods...

"Holy crap!" Roland exclaimed in surprise.

"What's going on? Holy crap!" Omske was initially confused, but then he followed Roland's gaze and exclaimed in surprise.

"Where did these elemental spirits come from?" Roland rubbed his eyes. How could something that sits on the same table as the treasures of Middle-earth appear on the outskirts of the Magic Forest? (The northern part of the Dark Forest, ruled by the Woodland Kingdom and traversed by magical rivers and streams, is known as the Magic Forest, where the power of darkness is slightly weaker.)
"That's why I said, too many people will attract unwanted attention!" Caslo shrugged.

"Can you determine what elemental spirit it is?" Omske asked in amazement, looking at the ball of light flickering in the air.

"I don't know, but this thing is probably not easy to catch!" Caslo shook his head. He had noticed an unusual aura here while wandering around (actually, Kaldo sensed it through the wind's whispers, and the wind told him there were elemental spirits here), and then he discovered this little guy. What gave Caslo a headache was that although he recognized the elemental spirit, it didn't mean he had a way to catch it. This thing would flash to another location with every blink, not because it involved spatial rules, but simply because it flew too fast!
"Aren't you a wind elementalist? You couldn't catch him? He can be faster than a wind dragon?" Omske asked incredulously.

"Do you want to hear what you're saying..." Caslo was speechless. You mean you want me to use wind element skills? A level 6 dragon knight's basic attack is just like those noob professional players' ultimate moves. One hit and this elemental spirit would be shattered into elements!

"What a treasure! What a treasure!" Roland's eyes lit up as he looked at the fluttering elemental sprite! This sprite was no ordinary sprite; it wasn't one of those handsome, blond-haired, long-eared elves, but rather something more like the little fairies that fluttered in fairy tales! We'd already mentioned that magical beasts were a high-level productive force in the magical world, so elemental sprites must be among the highest productive forces in the world!
Fire elemental spirits can continuously summon magical flames, water elemental spirits can provide endless purifying water, and wood elemental spirits can significantly shorten the growth cycle of crops! Even more terrifying is their ability to affect magical plants and a host of other extraordinary effects!