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

Chapter 1101 Disguised as an Orc, I'll Hit You with a Blow!
"I've gone mad! What a sin! Gods, forgive me!" In the darkness, Aragorn cut the ropes binding the orcs and kicked one of them, who had just gained his freedom, to the ground. The orc rolled twice on the ground and fled towards the distant village as if trying to escape.

"Don't worry! The gods can't see you, but the Dragon God will protect you!" Roland calmly untied an orc and kicked him away. The orc, who spat out blood, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

“Damn it! Those ropes! You just left them here? The hobbits will find them!” Aragorn frowned.

"Don't worry, I thought of that already! These ropes were all taken from the Hobbits! I had to search many places to collect all these ropes!" Roland said proudly.

“Black! So black!” Aragorn murmured.

“That’s called having everything under control! That’s the result of a meticulous action plan!” Roland shook his head.

"Let's go, Caslo! We're going to the next stop!" Roland's smile was terrifying in the darkness.

"Ah!" A hobbit's terrified scream suddenly echoed through the distant night.

“Look! We succeeded, didn’t we?” Roland said softly, gazing calmly at the village gradually brightening in the distance.

“Those people are innocent…” Aragorn said in a low voice.

“The Dúnedan who died in the northern wilderness were innocent too! Who could be more innocent than me? I just wanted to farm peacefully! The orcs came to burn, kill, and plunder! The charioteers also invaded in large numbers! The Ringwraiths came to provoke me every few days! And there’s that brain-dead Dark Lord Sauron! He’s gone mad and wants the people of Middle-earth to kneel at his feet!” Roland roared.

“Listen to me, kid! Put away your cheap sympathy! You can’t even control your own destiny! Stop mourning for others!” Roland grabbed Aragorn by the collar and said, word by word. Aragorn was still his pawn. He couldn’t even control his own destiny. Before he jumped off the chessboard and became a player, he had no right to grieve for others!
"Let's go! The Green Dragon Tavern is about to close!" Caslo whispered, announcing the time.

"Let's go! Release this batch, and leave the rest for Bangshui Town!" Roland glanced coldly into the distance.

"To be honest, you seem like a stranger to me right now!" Caslo sighed.

"In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary; for a serious illness, drastic medicine is needed! Things have piled up one after another, leaving us with no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure!" Roland gave a wry smile. He didn't care about Aragorn's attitude, but he didn't mind explaining things to his core team, since he couldn't afford to create any resentment with his trusted confidants.

“I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad idea!” Caslo said admiringly.

"King Roland is safe now!" Aragorn walked over, looking somewhat dejected.

"Think of your people! Think of Alwyn! A unified Shire won't do you any harm! If you can't defeat me, you can just walk away! In the future, when the orcs invade the south, you Dúnedan people will have to fight them off!" Roland shook his head. As for whether Aragorn could understand human language, that was his business. Roland had already done more than enough.

……

"Keep your human skin wrapped up! Don't get blood on yourselves!" In the darkness, Roland and Aragorn stealthily crept to the vicinity of the Green Dragon Tavern. The two were lightly dressed, wearing only linen clothes and carrying an orc's machete.

"Cover your face!" Roland handed over a black cloth.

"..." Aragorn blinked.

“No, Your Majesty…do I look like a fool to you?” Aragorn suddenly said.

“It doesn’t look like it!” Roland said seriously after examining it carefully for a few seconds.

"So, are we just going to fool idiots like this? What's the difference between covering our faces and not covering them, given our size?" Aragorn stared at Roland. Was this some kind of self-deception? That was quite a scheme! Aragorn couldn't believe that Roland, who was so dark-skinned, would make such a basic mistake in this regard.

"Don't worry! I have a way!" Roland waved his hand.

"Doss! Mental simulation activated!" Roland silently chanted in his mind.

"Buzz!" An invisible wave twisted, and powerful spiritual energy from the Golden Holy Dragon surged out and immediately wrapped around the two of them.

"I... what the hell!" Aragorn was almost scared out of his wits. After all, when he turned his head, Roland next to him turned into a hideous orc. Who could stand that?

"Shh! It's Roland! Looks like it's a success!" The ferocious orc grinned, almost scaring Aragorn out of his dinner.

"So real? What about me?" Aragorn exclaimed in shock.

"Here!" Roland used his Water Mirror Technique to strike Aragorn directly in front of him.

"Damn it! Disgusting!" Aragorn was disgusted by his own appearance! "How about it?" Roland smiled.

“You have won!” Aragorn said weakly.

"Caslo! Unleash the dogs! Aragorn! Let's go!" Roland nodded.

"May the Dragon God forgive me!" Caslo gestured to his chest, then untied the remaining orcs and kicked them away.

"Roar!" Roland stood up and let out a battle howl that was crystal clear in the silent night.

"Roar!" Roland drew his machete and charged out.

"Awooo!" The orcs seemed to be encouraged by seeing their brave kin and instantly surged towards the town of Bangshui.

"Won't our men suddenly appear and stab us?" Aragorn asked as he ran, though he was a step behind Roland.

"Don't worry! Leave it to me!" Roland nodded, looking like he had Roland's back.

……

"Boom!" Roland smashed the door of the Green Dragon Tavern with a burst of fire-like energy in his hand. The hobbits who were cleaning up and closing the tavern were obviously stunned, and a group of waiters stared blankly at the two men who barged in with their claws outstretched.

"Roar!" Roland roared.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Aragorn pounded his chest repeatedly.

"..." The hobbits.

"Could it be that we opened it wrong?" Aragorn and Roland exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Ah!" A piercing scream echoed through the night sky. The belatedly aware hobbits finally reacted and fled in a chaotic manner.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the reaction!" Roland exclaimed happily. Only in troubled waters can one fish out of trouble. Now he would find that lucky woman with the same name as the Queen of England, Anne Boleyn!
"You beast! Boom!" A person engulfed in lightning burst in.

"Wait..." Aragorn's pupils contracted; the one who had arrived was actually a Dúnedan ranger!

"Thump!" The ranger was sent flying back at an even faster speed than when he came.

"Quick! Find someone! Sacks!" Roland's voice rang in Aragon's ears.

"Beasts! Stop! You orcs are insane! You're incredibly audacious!" A figure with an aura as imposing as a mountain blocked their path—it was Mogus the Hero! He was actually staying at the Green Dragon Tavern?

"Get out of the way!" Roland's voice rang in Mogus's ears, and Mogus's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the orc in front of him.

"Ugh! So strong! Thump!" As if struck on his vital spot, Mogus's face turned red and he knelt on the ground in pain, quickly becoming still.

"..." Aragorn's eyelid twitched. Ha! He's an old actor after all!
……

"Got him!" Roland found Aragorn carrying a sack.

"Is the person right?" Aragorn opened the sack and took a look.

"Why aren't you moving? Did you kill him?"

"Nonsense! Isn't that just knocking him out?" Roland retorted helplessly.

"Let's retreat! Time for the next round!" Looking at the chaos in Bangshui Town, Roland picked up a sack and ran.

(End of this chapter)