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

Chapter 1089 Holy crap? A box of weapons!

"Not completely stupid after all..." Roland muttered, wiping away a cold sweat.

“Your Majesty, I suggest that the Knights of the Bauhinia Cross should not be allowed to act alone recently. We need to manually cool them down. Being unworthy of their positions will cause serious problems!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz suggested.

“Yes, that’s one thing. On the other hand, Omsk can no longer stay in the Knights of the Cross! You go back and lead the Fourteenth Legion Knights! Strengthen Mogus in the Knights of the Cross!” Roland made up his mind. Omsk was originally temporarily strengthened by Roland and given to Lavian to help the Knights of the Cross rebuild quickly. It would be no problem to take away a Tier 6 hero and add another Tier 6 hero.

"Fine! I'll leave tomorrow!" Omske wiped away a bead of cold sweat. What if the Knights of the Bauhinia Cross got too cocky? That would be disastrous.

"Alright, get some rest. Arrange the night watch! Tomorrow we'll go and drag the ancient tomb corpse demon out!" Roland clapped his hands and said.

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"You... really think there are ancient tomb corpse demons here? I think there's a high probability that there are liches here..." Marquis Al-Tegran Franz frowned. Those undead were clearly resurrected from necromancy. If necromancers were ruled out, then basically only high-level undead like liches could summon a large number of undead!

“Definitely! Didn’t Aragorn say there were traces of the Ancient Tomb Corpse Demon? He’s a local bigwig, you can’t go wrong listening to him, the Dunedan people wouldn’t betray us!” Roland shook his head and said. The Dunedan people would only exaggerate this matter, they wouldn’t hide it, after all, this is Aragorn’s own doorstep, who has ever seen someone plant mines on their own doorstep? Aragorn didn’t beg Roland to sweep through the entire North Ridge, that’s already showing some backbone!
“Alright, then we’ll continue cleaning up here tomorrow!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz wasn’t a stubborn fool, nor would he be more anxious than the emperor, blindly following Roland’s every word. As a court noble and the emperor’s advisor, his job was to offer suggestions and point out loopholes to Roland. Whether the emperor listened or not was his own business; if he didn’t listen and courted disaster, that was his own fault. The empire had a mature political system, and if the advisor’s reminders were accurate, the emperor couldn’t shift the blame onto the court nobles.

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“Last night, we were constantly being attacked by undead, all coming down from the mountains!” Thranduil frowned as he looked at Roland, hoping he could give everyone an explanation.

“We can’t just let this go unchecked. Aragorn said there are Tomb Wraiths wandering around here. The kingdoms of the North should all know what Tomb Wraiths are. If we don’t deal with them, people will really die!” Roland said calmly.

"Then what should we say?" Thorin already had a guess.

“What else can we say? Go into the mountains! Wipe them out! They prevent the spirits of Arno from resting and block the East-West Avenue, so we will help the spirits here to send them to their eternal rest!” Roland said calmly.

"Isn't this too radical?" Aragorn asked Roland somewhat embarrassedly. He did want Roland to help clean up the darkness entrenched in his homeland, but he didn't want the Allied Forces to suffer heavy casualties because of him. He could only say that he was still too young and hadn't been completely corrupted by politics! If Roland were here, he would have already started urging the Allied Forces to charge.

"That's settled then! Thorin! Your men clear the way! My knights will protect the flanks, the Whitewing cavalry will guard the rear, and the rest of you will follow the dwarves!" Roland commanded. In war, victory is achieved through both conventional and unconventional tactics! Major battles are mostly straightforward, head-on clashes; surprise attacks are only used to break the deadlock—this is what's meant by numerical superiority over mechanics! No matter who comes, we'll fight head-on! High damage on the left hand, high damage on the right hand—that's no joke!
"Press them down! I want to see what new tricks these restless souls can come up with!" Roland grinned maliciously.

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"Wrong, wrong! Retreat! The rear guard becomes the front guard and retreats! What a new trick!" Roland's expression changed after he led the allied forces to knock on a few skulls. He didn't remember what he had just said, turned his horse around, and ordered them to run away.

"By the Lord of Dulin! Run!" Thorin glanced at him and immediately told the dwarf to run away on his short legs.

"Damn it! You vile undead! People of the forest, let's get out of here!" Thranduil ran without a care in the world. "???" Aragorn was stunned for a few seconds. When he turned around again, Bard Whitewing and the others had already disappeared. All that was left in his sight were the dwarves running around in neat formation.

"Foolish boy! Run! That's plague and miasma!" Thorin roared as he turned to see Aragorn and a group of Dúnedan people still standing there dumbfounded.

"Retreat! Run!" Aragorn looked at the purple "sky curtain" spreading in front of him. Although he didn't know what it was, he could understand Thorin's words about the plague!

"You beast! No wonder you didn't make any big moves last night! You were casting spells to gather poisonous miasma!" Roland cursed as he said, "You're a beast!"

"Judging by the scale, this was the result of one night's work! The area of ​​effect is too vast! If it were any other type of magic, it would be comparable to a forbidden area-of-effect spell!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz exclaimed in fury. Necromancy is different from other magic. Other magic is slow to cast but high in damage, but this stuff is slow to cast and has a wide area of ​​effect. That poisonous miasma just now was already on the scale of a city's annihilation! A giant city shrouded in this miasma for a few days would be a dead city! What? You say there are high-ranking priests and holy warriors in the city? Then what else is there to say! You can have the necromancer's head!
"Boom! Boom! Unleash the forbidden spells! Caslo! Vis! Let them witness the rampage of forbidden dragon magic! I'll send these things back to the underworld! Have they forgotten the fear of being dominated by dragon magic just because there are no wild dragons left in Middle-earth?" Roland called out to Vis and Caslo while organizing the retreat from the ancient tomb. After all, he hadn't brought any spellcasters with him this time, so the task of casting the forbidden spells fell to the dragon riders.

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"How spectacular!" Bai Yi shaded his eyes with his hand as he watched the magnificent scene of dragon language magic and plague miasma annihilating each other and colliding elements in the explosion.

"Yeah! These forbidden spells are practically free!" Thorin exclaimed with genuine envy.

"Having a dragon is truly wonderful!" Even Thranduil, whose face had been disfigured by dragonfire, had to admit that having a young dragon was incredibly convenient! Not to mention, the Kingdom of Lagrange had more than one! Thinking this, tears of envy streamed down everyone's faces…

"How long will this blasting go on?" Aragorn wondered, gazing at the dragons soaring in the sky. He longed to befriend a dragon and become a dragon rider!

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Roland was not in a good mood at this moment. On the edge of the allied forces, the group from the Kingdom of Lagrange was in a state of great anxiety. Omsk, Mogus, and Marquis Al-Tegrange Franz drew their weapons and pointed them at the newcomers.

The man was tall and robust, dressed in simple cloth robes and wearing a mage's hat. His reddish-brown hair and thick beard were visible, but his face showed no hostility; a smile played on his lips as his beard twitched. He observed Roland and his group with great interest.

"Hero? Warrior and demon dual cultivator? Dragon Knight... Emperor?" He smiled.

“Roland Lagrange! The successor of Osbayar, the ruler of the Lagrange Empire, the Golden Dragon Knight…” He paused after saying that.

"You don't belong to this era!"

"Holy crap! A box!" Roland's heart skipped a beat.

The story of Emperor Roland has been revealed, so there will only be one update today.