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

Chapter 1108 First labeling, then choosing sides: a powerful and avant-garde tactic!
In the morning, the hardworking hobbits began their happy day, moving through the fields and mills with warm smiles on their faces. They chatted and laughed, without any tension, creating a peaceful scene!

"Oh no! Oh no! The army is coming!" Suddenly a shout came from outside the town, and a hobbit tumbled and crawled into the town.

"An army? What army?" The people around them exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion. These hobbits were completely baffled.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Before they could react, the sound of armor plates scraping came from the road in the distance, and the hobbits quickly looked up.

The once wide country road was now covered by a flash of silver light. Under the sunlight, the armor gleamed in a continuous line. Soldiers marched in neat rows, with knights on tall horses patrolling the sides of the column from time to time.

"Clang!" A hobbit dropped his hoe and stared in shock at the armored soldiers marching past him.

"Something terrible has happened! The army is attacking..."

"It's over! The army is back..."

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"What's going on? It's such a mess!" Roland said with some dissatisfaction, looking at the noisy queue ahead.

"Franz! Go check it out! Tell them to stop blocking the road! We need to get through!" Roland pointed.

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz nodded, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"No, no, no! Roland, no!" Bilbo, riding on his ponies, raised his hand and tugged at Roland's cloak. He tried to grab Roland's arm armor, but the full plate armor was too slippery, and he couldn't hold on to it at all. He could only grab Roland's cloak to protest.

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Great Hole is the de facto capital of the Shire and the seat of the Shire mayor. It is located on White Hill in the western part of the Shire, with East Avenue running through the town. Although Great Hole is situated in a hilly area, it has many houses built of wood, brick, and stone, and is not just a hobbit's burrow.

"Hey! This is our home! The army can't come in!" The army was stopped shortly after entering the town center, before even reaching the town center.

"I am Boundless Paul! The elected mayor of Charles! You have entered our territory, and I expect you to state your purpose and leave as soon as possible!" Mayor Boundless Paul of Charles shouted, but his darting eyes proved that he was not as courageous as he appeared!
"Clang!" A gleaming longsword rested on his shoulder, the chill of its blade making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

"Who...who are you?!" Boundless Paul exclaimed in panic.

"Heh! I'm your father!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz flipped off his horse and kicked Paul to the ground.

"Anyone who dares to stop us, teach them a lesson!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz mounted his horse and went back to report to Roland. Before leaving, he coldly ordered the Lagran City Guards at the forefront.

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers swung the counterweights from their rifles and longswords, raining down on the rows of Charles guards blocking the road. The guards, armed only with leather armor, short swords, and batons, were instantly routed, shuffling and howling in pain...

"God! Stop! Don't do this!" Bilbo rushed over like a gust of wind, golden battle flames trailing behind him in a streak of light!
“Look! An assassin even more outrageous than Darion Nightblade has arrived!” Roland said, pointing at Bilbo Baggins. “He’s really bizarre! How come I didn’t realize he had the Divine attribute back then?” Caslow asked, puzzled.

"Have you forgotten that we didn't travel with him back then? We were lagging behind and went our own way! We didn't even have time to look after him during the Six Armies Battle! I only just found out that his battle aura is of the divine attribute!" Roland touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed. If Bilbo hadn't just activated his battle aura flame and rushed out, Roland wouldn't have known that his battle aura flame was of the divine attribute! No wonder he felt so comfortable around him; it turns out this guy is also of the divine attribute!

"No wonder he wasn't successfully seduced by the Ring for so many years! It's about corrupting the divine..." Roland's lips twitched! If Bilbo were corrupted, he could immediately apply to be one of the Nine Rings in Angmar! After all, the Nine Rings originated from the human paladin lords! Only a corrupted paladin could be so terrifying!
"Hiss! That Frodo..." Roland's heart skipped a beat. Could this guy also have a divine attribute? Is it that terrifying? Is the Baggins family's bloodline that powerful? A stable divine bloodline family? Roland was now filled with envy and jealousy.

After all, the Holy attribute is an extremely unstable bloodline inheritance! Because the Holy attribute can easily transform into other attributes, this is why Paladins or Holy Mages often weave other elemental attacks into their Holy attacks. Many Holy attribute classes can learn low-level skills or spells of other attributes! Therefore, in bloodline inheritance, it can happen that both parents have the Holy attribute, but none of their children have the Holy attribute…

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"Stop fighting! Stop!" Bilbo shouted.

"Stop!" Omske waved his hand to signal the soldiers to stop, and the Lagrange soldiers immediately shouldered their spears and shields and retreated in formation.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Everyone stop! We didn't come here to fight, right!" Bilbo tried to reason with everyone.

“Sigh, he’s still the same after all these years!” Roland shook his head at Thranduil.

“I quite admire him; he would make a good lord!” Bard said admiringly.

“He will try his best to learn how to be a lord, give him some time! Roland!” Thorin nodded. For a lord, Bilbo’s performance was disastrous; he was too weak…

"Listen! Citizens of Great Cave Town and all of the Shire! The King of the North has returned! Shire is about to re-establish his lord! The kingdom's knights have already gone to various places to spread this news! Once everyone has arrived, we will convene a meeting of the Northern Lords, and representatives from all towns and villages can participate! Do you still have any objections?" Roland's voice spread through the resonance of dragon power, reaching every corner of Great Cave Town.

“You…you bandits! Charles is the elected mayor! He has no lord!” Boundless Paul stood up, pointing tremblingly at the crowd.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Roland was amused and exasperated. The Kingdom of Arno had only tacitly accepted the autonomy of the Charr, but had never relinquished its legal authority over the Charr region. So, in essence, Aragon could even declare the Charr a rebel and launch a massive Charr counterinsurgency!

"Do you know who this is?" Roland pointed to Aragorn on horseback beside him. Aragorn stared at Roland's pointing hand for a moment, then slightly touched his chest in greeting, at least showing proper etiquette.

“This is the rightful heir to the Kingdom of Arnor! The chieftain of the Dúnedan! Son of Arason—Aragorn! Have the hobbits of the Shire forgotten their oath of allegiance? Or… do you intend to betray us?” Roland said calmly.

"Clang!" As Roland's words fell, the sound of weapons being drawn from their sheaths filled the air.

Roland still starts with a hat-trick! He puts on the hat first, then forms a team – his playing style is still the same old formula!
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