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

Chapter 1048 Even if this is cured, wouldn't it make your mouth water?

"Hmm~" Thranduil and his group shook their heads like rattles, and Thorin even silently took a few steps back.

"Can't you speak properly?" Roland said impatiently, looking at Pion being lifted up by Caslo.

“To tell you the truth, we’re on a westward expedition! The reason we’re giving you a warning is simple: your toll fees are too high, which is blocking the way for Western merchants! The Northern Territory needs an influx of external resources, and you just happen to be blocking our path! Stop thinking that everyone wants your wretched land!” Roland said calmly.

“I originally wanted to talk to you properly, but since you can’t understand human language, I, the Marquis, know a little about martial arts!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz cracked his knuckles.

"..." Pygm, his face bruised and swollen, looked at Roland in a daze, his eyes completely unfocused.

“Your Majesty, it seems you’ve driven him mad…” Leo Breo muttered.

"So fragile? Caslo, you went too far!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz first waved his hand in front of Pion's eyes, then said to Caslo with dissatisfaction.

"..." Caslo, holding Pion's collar with one hand and the scabbard with the other, couldn't help but purse his lips after hearing Marquis Al-Tegran Franz's words. Oh well! He'd made Roland the scapegoat again. He shrugged and didn't care.

"Good heavens! I think everyone should calm down..." Bard finally came to his senses, clutching his head. In the blink of an eye, things had turned out like this, and Pion was stunned for a short while.

“This isn’t right… He’s worked hard, after all. Giving him a beating like this…” White Wing quietly approached Roland and whispered to the Beon who finally dared to come up and treat Pion.

“Nonsense, our Kingdom of Lagrange is a land of etiquette…” Roland retorted stubbornly.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang?" Bai Yi gestured with his hand.

"..." Roland's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. However, the embarrassment in his eyes lingered.

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"My God...you actually did it yourself..." Thranduil shook his head and sighed. Because Pyon was in a daze after being beaten, everyone took Roland away after showing concern for him, so that Roland wouldn't be in a bad mood and get beaten to death at home.

"He's slandering me!" Roland rolled his eyes. Although he had thought so, he hadn't done it yet, hadn't he? How could you, Pygmalion, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, slander someone's innocence? Putting aside the facts, aren't you completely without fault? How dare you assume the will of King Roland? Roland thought that having a formula to solve problems is indeed fast.

"Uh, you can't fight like that, what if you kill him?" Thranduil smiled wryly. Roland's zero-frame starting flying kick was something no one expected. After all, the fight between Marquis Al-Tegran Franz and Pion at the city gate had already surprised everyone, but no one expected there to be a second final match after entering the city...

"So what do we do now? Pion looks like he'd be drooling even if he were healed..." Thorin glanced at Roland with some fear, realizing for the first time how ruthless this guy really was! Especially Caslo, six swords in one second wasn't his limit, it was the limit everyone could clearly see...

"Let's get the troops out of the city and set up camp first. We can't stay here like this. It'll be dark soon, and this city is too small to accommodate the allied forces!" Roland shook his head; he knew just by looking at the size of the city that the allied forces definitely couldn't fit inside!

"Okay..." Everyone nodded and walked together towards the city gate.

"Please inform me that your lord has regained consciousness!" Thranduil went back and gave the order to the trembling guard. Only after the guard nodded tremulously did he leave with peace of mind.

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"Wow! You guys are really dark-skinned!" Roland started complaining as soon as he entered the tent.

"Huh? Wasn't that at your behest, sir?" Caslo feigned ignorance, pretending to be confused.

"...Did I give you permission to carry a weapon?" Roland glanced at the blood-stained scabbard and grinned. "That's not important! The Queen said attitude is key!" Caslo chuckled and twisted the sword behind his back, avoiding Roland's gaze.

"It's alright, the fight's over! I'm quite satisfied with everyone's performance! Although you didn't actually fight, you still suppressed the opponent, not bad! You understand me!" Roland nodded to Omske and the others. Although these heroes didn't directly engage in combat, they certainly didn't hold back, their battle aura directly suppressing Pion's magic circulation, rendering Pion unable to resist...

"Ahem!" Leo Breo quickly coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment. After all, Caslo's rush was already excessive. Although the guys were already at the sixth rank, they still had their pride. Otherwise, if the other kingdoms in the North pointed at them and said, "Isn't this the guy who ganged up on a fourth-rank druid back then?" How could they live with themselves?

"Alright, let's continue our fine traditions next time. Everyone, go and rest! Marquis Al-Tairung Franz, you stay behind!" Roland looked around and nodded to Marquis Al-Tairung Franz.

"It is Your Majesty!" Everyone bowed and took their leave.

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"What's going on with you? You've been hiding this well, haven't you?" Roland looked at Al-Tegran Franz meaningfully and smiled.

"Hehe! Your Majesty is too kind! I dare not accept such praise! I would never dare to hold anything back from Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am loyal!" Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz practically swore an oath, looking as if he wanted to tear his heart out and show it to Roland.

"Alright! What's with your assassin class?" Roland said calmly.

"I have always been! I have cultivated both combat and magic since childhood! Otherwise, do you think a fourth-tier mage could sit in the position of head of the Franz family?" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz laughed freely, but his words were full of lingering vicissitudes.

“You didn’t ask me!” Roland opened his mouth as if to say something, but before Roland could speak, Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said with a smile.

"Heh! You win with mind reading!" Roland chuckled dryly.

"You flatter me. Even if I did have mind-reading abilities, how could I dare to use them on you?" Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz said with a smile.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Tell me about this dual cultivation of combat and magic?" Roland waved his hand, showing interest in the two professions of Marquis Al-Tegran Franz.

"You really want to hear this?" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz was taken aback, then smiled wryly.

“Two words—a sinkhole!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz squeezed out a few tears.

"I regret it! What a tragedy! This is too much!" Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz wailed.

"Be normal!" Roland sighed and rubbed his forehead. This guy was a drama queen at any time. He started wailing before they had even exchanged a few words.

“The cultivation speed is too slow! Switching professions is even more troublesome, as it requires waiting for the battle qi in the body to be converted into magic power or vice versa... If I had only chosen one back then, I would have reached the sixth level by now... Trying to do too much at once is a bad idea!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said bitterly.

"So that means you can't switch between combat classes at any time on the battlefield?" Roland rubbed his chin. Dual cultivation has huge limitations! The shortcomings are too obvious!

“Otherwise what? Do you think I scolded Pion for waiting a while? That was to convert battle energy…” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz gave a wry smile.

"Brilliant! But Pion is so badly beaten by us, he'll probably be drooling even after he's healed, right?" Roland gave Al-Tegran Franz a thumbs up. So you were already preparing to avoid getting beaten up when you started cursing. You had foresight... You're a character.

"I don't know. Druids are pretty durable magic classes, so they shouldn't be crippled. Besides, I'm not stupid. I wouldn't dare to get close to a shapeshifting Druid without making sure I could escape..." Al-Tegran Franz shrugged. Knowing that the opponent could transform into a giant bear, he definitely had to be prepared!