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

Chapter 1046 Pi Weng's Carelessness Leads to His Demise

"Huh?" Roland instinctively took a step back, bumping into Thranduil behind him.

Thranduil revealed an expression of "I knew it," his eyes filled with speechlessness and relief. He then hid behind Roland, trying to use Roland to conceal his imposing figure.

"Pion! You damn bastard from the northern refugees! You've managed to survive by sheer luck! Instead of thinking about driving out the darkness and fighting against evil, you hide here all day collecting protection money? Playing the role of a mountain king? Do you even know how to play it properly!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz first denounced Pion's origins with a battle cry, then skillfully pointed out Pion's inaction, and finally stood on the moral high ground, pointing fingers at Pion.

"..." Pion was momentarily stunned, completely dumbfounded by the scolding. He stood there, his eyes flashing with various colors—confusion, bewilderment, and incomprehension...

“My lord is fighting to the death in the north for the survival of the human alliance! And you? Hiding here to live a life of leisure? Becoming a watchdog between East and West, collecting tolls? What kind of bastard are you!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz gave Pion no chance to continue his barrage.

"..." Ravian was about to greet Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz when he saw him coming towards him, but he didn't expect Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz to pull such a big stunt. For a moment, Ravian was speechless. But after looking at the eloquent Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz and then at Pion standing in front of him, Ravian gritted his teeth, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and quietly pushed the guard open with his thumb.

"..." Leo Breo glanced at Lavian's movements and then quietly moved two steps away to give way to the sword-drawing attack. Although he disdained using hidden swords to harm people, he would choose to remain silent about the actions of his countrymen.

"Nonsense! How could I not fight the orcs! The Beorn have been fighting the orcs all along!" Pion finally realized what was happening and burst into a rage.

"That's for yourselves! If you don't fight, you'll starve to death! You'll be fish food in the Anduin! When have you ever offered a helping hand to the other kingdoms in the north? You're arrogant and complacent! Do you even deserve to talk about fighting the Orcs?" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz showed no mercy. The Beorn were an extremely xenophobic group, as evidenced by the formation of the alliance at the Lonely Mountain Conference. Pion had fought alongside Gandalf at the Battle of Lonely Mountain, but why hadn't the Beorn joined the alliance? It's hard to guess!

“Damn it! I helped you and the dwarves! I led my people to help you fight the orcs at the Battle of Lonely Mountain!” Pygmour argued, explaining that the eagles and skinners had joined the battle at Gandalf’s call.

"Bah! You selfish lord, how dare you talk about the Battle of Lonely Mountain?" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz sneered. He had thoroughly investigated the matter. As the head of the Franz family who had fought his way out of the encirclement, it was only natural for him to know the past of the lord he was serving. And those people involved were not all dead yet!

"The victory at Lonely Mountain! It was won by my lord! By the dwarven army, by the elven coalition, by the northern men! And you... are nothing but a scoundrel who wags his tongue! You think you can be so smug and complacent just because you've done a few laps in the water? What right do you have to lie on your laurels and bark like that?" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz pointed at Pion and began to speak.

"Good for cursing..." Thorin gave a low thumbs-up. Although he was happy that Pion came to help the Lonely Mountain battlefield, he didn't like the percentage of tolls you charged.

"Arrogant!" Pi Weng was so angry that his lungs felt like they were about to explode, and his whole body began to twist, about to turn into a giant bear.

"Whoosh!" Ravian's blade extended another half inch.

"Ahem! Marquis Franz! Calm down! Your Excellency Pion, please calm down!" The good-natured Bud immediately rushed over and hugged Pion to break up the fight.

"Won't saying that hurt him?" White Wing King's lips twitched as he whispered. "Hurt my ass!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz roared.

"Pion, you old bastard! You old thing that's not dead and not stiff! Everyone is contributing to the development of the North, and you're not only not contributing, but you're also taking down my ladder! Pion! Dynasty Steed!" Al-Tegran Franz jumped off his horse, stood in front of the formation, pointed with his little hand, and started rapping.

"You arranged this?" Thranduil whispered.

"I...no...I didn't!" Roland was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head decisively, feeling incredibly regretful. He thought, "I told you to be more alert, not to be a little crazy!" Roland knew that although Pion wasn't a good person in Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz's eyes, he had actually done a lot of good deeds and was essentially a good man. Historically, he had indeed protected this region. But unfortunately, your existence was blocking Lord Roland's path. Although Lord Roland was kind-hearted and wouldn't kill you, a reprimand was inevitable.

"You didn't?" Thranduil looked incredulous. Without Roland's authorization, would a marquis like Al-Tegran Franz dare to do such a thing in front of the king?

"..." Roland's eyes twitched, and he was speechless. He had only asked Al Tegrand Franz to give Pion a warning, but who knew that Al Tegrand Franz would go all out?
“Speak! Pion! Are you mute? What have you done besides the Battle of Lonely Mountain? Just lazing around your little patch of land all day! Do you even have any balls? Useless lord! Look at the lords in the North, which one isn’t actively expanding? Who’s like you, hiding at the ferry crossing and robbing?” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz began his greeting time again.

"Roar!" Pion could no longer hold back. With a roar, his magic surged, and he instantly transformed into a giant bear, pouncing on Marquis Al-Tegran Franz.

"Damn it!" The first to react was Lavian, who swung his sword out in a flash. The sword's fiery blade left a trail of sparks on Pion's hard back, but did not cause him any harm.

"Help..." Bard, who was waving his arms and legs in mid-air, was on the verge of tears. He had only wanted to break up the fight, but the next second he was thrown into the sky.

"Thank you!" Bard looked at Leo Breo, who had pulled him down from the air with his battle aura, still in shock.

"Boom!" Pion slammed his palm into the ground, causing Roland to gasp in surprise. This blow was so powerful that even a fourth-tier warrior would not be able to withstand it, let alone a mage like Marquis Al-Tegran Franz!

"Whoosh!" A sharp streak of light flashed, and a figure gracefully flew across the battlefield before everyone's eyes—a residual image left by high-speed movement!

"Assassin... Tier 5!" Roland was utterly shocked. Underneath the robes, there was no delicate "mage" at all. He was clearly an assassin as deadly as a viper.

"Dual mastery of combat and magic!" Leo Breo couldn't help but open his half-closed eyes. No wonder the head of the Franz family was only a fourth-tier mage; it turned out he was also secretly a fifth-tier assassin! That makes sense; how could the head of a family that raised poisonous insects be mediocre?

"Boom!" The battle had already decided the winner. Marquis Al-Tegran Franz, with his ghostly speed and ultimate skills, controlled Pion perfectly, sending him flying with his left foot on his right. In just a few moves, he used a technique that shocked the entire audience to slam Pion, who had transformed into a giant bear, to the ground!
“Pion! I’ve lost your ancestors! Give me a straight answer! Do you surrender or not!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz grinned maliciously.