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

Chapter 1082 There's not enough room for all these people here.

Bree was an ancient human settlement. In the Second Age, humans from the Black Wildlands established the town of Bree. In the year 3319 of the Second Age, Númenor fell. The following year, Elendil led the survivors back to Middle-earth and established the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor, with Bree becoming part of Arnor. At that time, travelers thronged the Great Road, and Bree, being close to it, prospered. The town of Bree was a hub for travelers from all corners of the land, and news from all directions. Even today, a saying exists in the eastern Shire: "The wonders of Bree are as rare as the wonders of the Shire—a Shire proverb."

Around the year 1300 of the Third Age, the first Hobbits arrived in Bree. In 1601 of the Third Age, the brothers Marco and Blanco set out from Bree, leading a large group of Bree Hobbits to migrate to the Shire. In 1974 of the Third Age, the army of Angmar conquered Fornorst, and the Northern Kingdom of Arnor was destroyed. Afterwards, the region of Elador became increasingly desolate and sparsely populated, and the once-maintained northern road to Fornorst was abandoned. Undoubtedly, Bree never regained its former prosperity, but it remained vibrant; moreover, it was secretly protected by the remnants of the Arnor Kingdom—the Northern Nomads.

On March 15, 2491 of the Third Age, Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield met by chance in Bree. Thorin was then plotting revenge against Smaug the dragon and the recapture of Lonely Mountain, while Gandalf worried that Sauron would use Smaug to cause immense destruction. Thus, the two devised a plan, and soon after began their adventure to Lonely Mountain… the beginning of Roland's campaign!

"Is this Buri?" Bard looked around curiously. He was a human lord in the Eastern region, and Buri was perhaps only mentioned occasionally in the stories of his ancestors.

“Yes! Brie! The place where the dream began!” Thorin stretched out his hand, a hint of confusion and nostalgia flashing in his eyes. It was here that he planned the great undertaking of reclaiming his homeland, and it was also here that he met Gandalf from the Grey Harbor. In order to prevent them from ruining the whole situation, Gandalf joined them and helped them form the Lonely Mountain Expedition.

"When you're feeling sentimental, can you at least look at your surroundings?" Bai Yi's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. He raised his hand as if exhausted and pointed to the town of Buri. The people there had already begun to flee in panic. The makeshift stalls outside the town were abandoned in disarray, and the flow of people poured into the gate like a tide.

"We're humans, aren't we? Not orcs, right? Why are they acting like they've seen a ghost?" Thranduil's expression was quite surprised. It's normal for humans to flinch when they see orcs or other races' armies, but the allied forces are mostly dressed as humans, with only a few elves mixed in, so Thranduil was puzzled as to why humans would be afraid of human soldiers.

"..." Roland didn't speak, but just silently looked at everyone and pursed his lips.

"...Is it possible...that we have too many troops?" White Wing's eyelids twitched as he looked at Thranduil and his group, who were completely baffled.

“It wouldn’t be an exaggeration for us, a few thousand men, to be called a ten-thousand-strong army. Let alone a small town, we could cause a national conflict if we went to the Rohan border! If we really started fighting, we would have the ability to destroy a country!” Roland said earnestly to Thranduil.

"So who should we send to knock on the door? Break down the door?" Thranduil pointed to the closed door and gestured to Roland.

"Omske! Go tell them! The Kings of the North have arrived!" Roland raised his nose, his face full of arrogance. After all these years, it was finally his turn to put on airs!

"..." Omske was quite a character. He glanced at the crowd without making it obvious, but his mind was full of complaints. What the hell were these Northern Kings? The only ones who could truly be called kings were probably Roland, Thorin, and Thranduil. The rest were just there to make up the numbers, so much so that they were practically juicy and fresh...

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"Who...is...this..." The soldiers on the city wall of Buri were already trembling. Looking at Omsk, whose men and horses were fully armored and whose battle aura rose several meters high, let alone the endless army outside, even if there was none, this guy who was obviously a level 6 master was scary enough!

"The visitors from outside the city are Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedan; the King of Vale and Lake-town; Bard the Dragonslayer; Whitewing, King of Akvia; the Great Lord of the Woodlands, Thranduil, Elvenking of the Woodlands and Guardian of the Enchanted Forest, and his son Legolas; Thorin, King of Ilubo, Lord of the Lonely Mountain and Reconqueror of the Dwarven Kingdom, descendant of Turin! And Roland Lagrange, Lord of the Lagrange Plains, Conqueror Across the Rivers, Consul of Stream City, Guardian of Lulong Fortress, Destroyer of the Orcs, Demon of the Chariot Peoples, Watcher of the North, Savior of the Eastern World, Friend of the Dragons, Lord of the Dragon Knights, Heir to the Empire, and King of the Great Lagrange Kingdom!" Omske chanted like a choir, his voice long and resonant, carrying far and wide with the aura of a sixth-tier warrior!

Not to mention the rather unsophisticated guards atop Brie, even the more knowledgeable lords following Roland were dumbfounded. The first few reacted normally, but when Thranduil was introduced, their faces began to burn. When Thorin's title was mentioned, their faces started to twitch, and when Roland's string of titles was announced, everyone completely lost their composure. The group froze on the spot, utterly embarrassed. Roland had already started sketching a fortress in the air with his feet on horseback, almost scratching through his sturdy boots!
"I'm afraid there's not enough room for all of us here..." Caslo stared blankly at Omsk's back, feeling that he was so unfamiliar, no longer the hero of light and shadow he knew.

"..." Marquis Al-Tegran Franz clenched his fist, his wariness of Omske reaching its peak. He now only regretted not negotiating himself, having underestimated this usually unreliable hero. He hadn't expected this man's eloquence and shamelessness to be no less than his own! What did Marquis Al-Tegran Franz say after Omske finished speaking? This made Marquis Al-Tegran Franz regret missing such a good opportunity to show off.
"We need to ask for instructions!" The guards swallowed hard. Although there were still some snowflakes falling from the sky, the sun had already come out. In that instant, all the guards in Brie understood what it meant for armor to gleam in the sun like golden scales! The shiny armor plates were so bright that it was blinding in the sunlight. Immediately, some guards scrambled down to find the mayor.