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

Chapter 1043 Karl Rock Outpost
"Huh?" Bard, who was lagging behind, twitched his ears and turned around to look at the two of them with a surprised expression. Are you two thinking so wildly? You're about to kill Gombarda while you're chatting? Who is the Ringwraith here? You're such a bloodthirsty Ringwraith, you shouldn't be blamed for this.

"You don't understand!" Roland waved his hand in anguish. History had already veered off course after his appearance. Although the powerful corrective force of history might guarantee that pivotal events would occur, it was definitely impossible to plan according to the original plan, especially since Sauron had successfully gone into hiding and gone unnoticed by the world. He was destined to suffer greatly in the future...

"Damn! Could it be that White City won't be able to be defended in the future?" Roland suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Could his butterfly effect have led to Gondor's downfall? That would be a terrible thing. Aragorn might not be so great, but Denethor II was utterly innocent!

"No! That Denethor II kid is a monster! This guy has been mentally battling Sauron using the Crystal of Truth for decades without collapsing! He must be able to detect Sauron's existence!" Roland was immediately relieved when he realized Denethor II could use the Crystal of Truth. History does have its own way of correcting itself. Even if Sauron didn't claim to be a werewolf, and the righteous faction didn't vote for anyone, it wouldn't stop Denethor II from acting as the seer in the middle of the night, checking identities and trying to find the werewolves. Unfortunately, his luck was both too good and too bad; he spotted the "Werewolf King" at first glance. After decades of persistence, he was still killed by the plot. Just considering Denethor II's ability to hold the high ground against Sauron for decades and still hold his own, he's practically a beacon of light in the War of the Ring. Aragorn? Bah! What a lazy bum!

"Are you alright, King Roland?" Thranduil asked worriedly as he watched Roland's face turn red and white, since the man seemed to be preoccupied with something on his mind.

"This is serious! I'm thinking about how to kill Sauron!" Roland said casually.

"..." Well! Thranduil fell silent upon hearing this. At least others' Void Locking technique had some limits, but you've created something out of nothing! We don't deny that Sauron was involved in all of this, but based on this alone, you've already decided where to put the Sauron Monument? It would have been a waste of your talent not to be there for the final battle of the Alliance back then.

"If you had been there during the final battle of the alliance, we probably would have fought much better!" Thranduil said these nice words against his will, though he was thinking the truth.

"Not really. I'm wondering what Soren is doing right now?" Roland sat on his horse, deep in thought, tossing the wood elemental spirit he had successfully contracted in his palm.

What is Sauron doing right now? It's so hard to guess!
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"Speed ​​up! We don't have much time! The threat from the north is growing stronger! Uvasa... We need to calm down and not provoke those madmen easily. Let our servants wear them down... Don't give them time to make a move..." A faint voice came from all directions from the Doomsday Volcano.

"Yes, my master!" Uvasa, who was kneeling on the ground, calmly got up and walked outside. The dark silver clouds of war surged and rolled around him, quickly engulfing him completely.

“Dragon…” A long sigh echoed from the depths of the ancient Doomsday Volcano.

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If Roland knew that Sauron was also talking about him at this moment, he would probably feel very honored. After all, there is an old saying: "I was suddenly awakened from my deathbed and realized that the great powers were myself." In a sense, isn't this a two-way journey?

"I hope Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso and the others are safe. That bastard Aragorn will soon be working for Rohan. With my plans, even if Rohan isn't prepared, they shouldn't be weakened much!" Roland thought smugly. So what if Sauron is playing dumb? Gondor has a talent like Denezor II, Rohan has its own hidden network, and Rohan has its own personal control over the north! This battle looks like a clash between humans, dwarves, and elves against orcs and charioteers. Judging from the battle, the forces are four to three! The advantage is on my side! Even Gandalf would have to say His Majesty's insight is brilliant.
"Fight! Cut off those bastard heads! Twist them off and kick them like balls!" Thorin shouted menacingly, carrying Oakrist on his back, encouraging the dwarf warriors.

"Roar!" Roland watched as the dwarf soldier took a swig of wine and then let out an exhilarating roar.

"Wow! It seems the dwarves are quite formidable!" Thranduil teased, looking at the excited dwarf soldiers.

"What? Are you planning to send elven rangers to form ranks and fill in the gaps?" Roland said sarcastically, his lips twitching. During the Battle of the Six Armies, the dwarves and elves fought a battle, and the result was that the elves were completely countered by the dwarves. Their proud archers were countered by the dwarves' war machines, and their own spearmen and rangers could not stop the dwarven ram cavalry's boar charge.

"..." This sentence really gave Thranduil a good scolding, after all, the meat grinder elf army was really lacking, and the dwarves' iron cans were indeed the undisputed filler babies! "Stop howling, you'll be fighting later..." Roland shouted at the wailing dwarves, but the dwarves were not angry, they just chuckled and picked up their weapons again and started moving their short legs.

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"Is the fighting still going on?" Lavian led his knights to the vicinity of the Anduin River, which was the location of the old ferry crossing. The town of Karok was on the riverbank, and the towering Kar Rock stood in the middle of the river.

"General, there's a signal fire!" The members of the Cross Bauhinia Knights pointed to the thick smoke rising from Karl Rock.

"It seems this place hasn't fallen yet! The beacon tower is still under the control of the garrison!" Lavian smiled, it seemed they had arrived just in time.

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"Someone's here! Captain! Someone's here! Clang clang clang!" Someone from the sentry squad on Karl Rock spotted the cavalry from the East and immediately struck the gong in a tense atmosphere.

"What is this thing? What are these purple and colorful things?" The scout captain raised his hand to shade his eyes and looked around for a while, then was speechless. A mysterious team from the East? He had seen the dragon flag of the Kingdom of Lagrang before, but this didn't look like it!

"Could it be the cavalry of that... what kingdom? The small kingdom formed by northern nomads!" someone suggested. Although the Beorn were somewhat isolated from information, they still knew the general situation in the North. Both the King's Landing family and the Woodland Kingdom would inform them of important news.

"Quick! Raise the flag! Notify the town to defend!" The captain was not careless and instead directed the soldiers to raise flags towards the distant city.

“Let’s go! Let’s go to the town!” Ravian decided to go and see Karok. He ignored the soldiers waving flags in the distance and raised his whip, pointing towards the city in the distance.

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"What happened? The outpost at Carl Rock has been discovered? Where did the invasion come from?" In the town of Karlock, a group of people saw the flag waving high up at Carl Rock.

"A cavalry unit is coming from the east? Close the city gates!" After understanding the flag signal, the city defense officer immediately ordered the gates to be closed. After all, cavalrymen are very fast when they charge, and if they don't close them now, they might not be able to close them in a while.

"They're on guard against the general!" a soldier in the knight order muttered.

"It doesn't matter. If they didn't have this much vigilance, I'd wonder how they survived against the orcs!"

"Whoosh!" A long arrow traveled nearly a mile before embedding itself in the ground.

"Stop!" Ravian raised his hand and stopped in his tracks.