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

Chapter 113 Fairy Dragon

"Have you heard? We're going to start clearing land soon!" a resident of Jiliu City whispered to the person next to him.

"Really? Where are we clearing land? Are there any soldiers from the kingdom protecting us?" the person next to him asked worriedly. Although everyone had a strong sense of loyalty to the Kingdom of Lagrang, it didn't mean they were willing to face the various dangers in the wasteland.

"There should be soldiers accompanying us, right? After all, when we went out to gather resources in the wild, we were protected by the kingdom's knights!" someone said nonchalantly, showing their complete trust in the kingdom.

“That’s right! King Roland will definitely send troops to protect us!” someone echoed.

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"Well! We'll have to go clearing land with you too!" The Lagrange City guards patrolling the streets were both amused and exasperated by the gossip. His Highness had already ordered that everyone except the necessary guards would go out to clear land, and now they were just waiting for Irubel's farming tools to arrive.

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"Roland and the others have already started preparing to reclaim the land..." Bai Yi rubbed his chin as he listened to Maple Leaf Purple's report.

"Let's get our people moving too. Let's get the preparations done first, and start farming when the weather warms up a bit," Bai Yi said. His situation was much better than Roland's. Farm tools and seeds were readily available. They had brought a lot of things with them when they migrated, so at least they didn't have to cobble things together like Roland did.

"Okay, King!"

"Sigh! We've finally had a few days of peace! You'd better hold off the potential threat from the East, King Roland!" Bai Yi murmured after watching Maple Leaf Purple leave. Through his ancestors' legacy, he knew clearly that the Eastern Barbarians were not easy to deal with. They were also human! Their smelting skills were far superior to those of the orcs, and their fighting style was more methodical, making them formidable opponents.

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"What? So many hoes?" Thorin's eyes widened. Did Roland think Irubor was a farm tool shop? The dwarves' specialty: forging weapons and armor! Was Roland trying to force the dwarves to switch to making farm tools? Thorin had worked in a human city, living under someone else's roof and suffering constant scorn! This left a deep impression on the proud dwarf prince, and Roland's move brought back those memories for Thorin.

"..." Thorin was silent for a few seconds, then frowned and thought for a moment.

"Alright, send someone to pick it up in 10 days!" Thorin sighed as he looked at the Lagrange Knight in front of him. Thorin knew that this request was insignificant compared to the favor the dwarves owed Roland. It would be idiotic to let such a trivial matter cause a rift between the two sides.

"Fine, let's just make farm tools then! It's not like we've never done it before!" Thorin decided to give up entirely.

"Thank you for your generosity, great King of the Mountain!" Knight Lagrange thumped his chest and bowed before retreating.

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"Holy crap! What is this?!" Roland stared at the "thing" in front of him, wide-eyed.

"Your Highness!" Upon hearing Roland's exclamation, the guards outside the tent rushed inside...

"Uh... you may step back!" Roland coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.

"Yes, sir!" The two guards clasped their hands in a salute and withdrew.

"What is this?! System, give me an explanation!" Roland stared at the little thing in front of him with a dark expression.

"Sign-in successful! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a spirit dragon!" the system repeated calmly.

"Is that a spirit dragon? This thing looks like a lizard!" Roland said helplessly, his face darkening. He'd thought this system was reliable and honest, but it turned out to be a total rip-off!
Roland stared at the "lizard" in front of him with a strange expression... It seemed that apart from the pair of wings on its back, there was nothing else that could prove that it was related to dragons.

"Is this fake? I remember that while the elven dragon isn't particularly huge, it's not a dwarf either!" Roland retorted to the system.

"Ding! Please explore on your own!"

"I... you son of a bitch!" Roland cursed out.

"So what are you?" Roland poked the "lizard" in front of him. "Roar!" A powerful aura and dragon's roar, disproportionate to its size, erupted from its mouth, and a stream of seven-colored natural dragon breath directly covered Roland's face.

“You…” Roland looked shocked. Before he could finish speaking, a thin layer of stone covered him up, and the “great” King Roland was turned into a stone statue!

(The End! Hooray!)
At this moment, Roland felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind. This was truly an Elf Dragon! An Elf Dragon! An Elf Dragon! I can't stress this enough! This lizard-like little creature was indeed an Elf Dragon! That breath of natural dragon energy just now proved its identity. If this creature hadn't held back, Roland would have been turned into a stone statue or disintegrated by the elemental torrent! You see, Elf Dragons are the only dragon race possessing all elemental attributes! They know all thirteen basic attributes: fire, water, wood, earth, wind, ice, lightning, light, darkness, spirit, space, evil, and holy—all from beginner to advanced levels of dragon language magic (except for forbidden spells)! Therefore, Elf Dragons are jokingly called "walking machine guns" by players. Their barrage of various elemental dragon language spells might not deal high damage, but the sheer volume is satisfying! Elf Dragons are one of only two dragon races that aren't good at melee combat (the second honor goes to the Fairy Dragon!), having put all their skill points into dragon language magic.

"Crackling!" Roland, radiating battle aura, effortlessly broke free of the stone layer covering him.

"This little guy is quite mischievous!" Roland was amused by the proud dragon. After suppressing it with his battle aura, Roland casually picked up its wings and held it up in front of him.

"Let me go!" the dragon said in a childish voice.

"Hehe! Where did your courage to breathe go?" Roland teased, lifting its chin.

"Let go...you bad guy!" The dragon, teased by Roland, began to wriggle and struggle.

"Tsk tsk tsk! As expected of a dragon that is not good at melee combat! I actually managed to play with it with just one hand?" Roland happily played with it. Anyway, this guy had already been suppressed by his battle aura. As long as he was still holding it, he was not worried about it breaking free. After all, the Paladin's third-tier skill - Hand of Sealing - was very effective against small-sized magical beasts like this.

"Your Highness! Lord Van der Weil requests an audience!" came the report from outside the tent.

"Let him in!" Roland chuckled at the elven dragon in his hand, showing no intention of getting up to greet him.

“Roland, I intend to…” Verway’s voice suddenly trailed off.

"What's wrong, my friend?" Roland looked up and asked, puzzled.

“This… seems to be an… elven dragon…” Verway stammered. If he wasn’t mistaken, what Roland was holding in his golden hand should be an elven dragon, right? After all, elven dragons are a dragon race born alongside elves, and elves have a deep connection with elven dragons.

“Yes! How did you figure it out? I started to think it was a lizard…” Roland laughed awkwardly.

"..." Verway was petrified on the spot.

"You didn't steal it from Gondolin, did you..." Verway asked, stunned. He only knew that Gondolin used to be home to elven dragons that lived alongside the elves, and that dragon warriors were renowned throughout Middle-earth. After Gondolin's destruction, no elven kingdom had elven dragons that lived alongside the elves...

“No! All the elven dragons of Gondolin should have died in battle…” Verway shook his head.

"So where did you get this female elven dragon?" Verway suddenly stared at Roland with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes glowing with a faint green light, clearly activating the elven secret technique—Heart of Nature!—to sense whether Roland was lying.

“I found it!” Roland said decisively.

"Found it?" After confirming that the secret technique had no effect, Verway's mouth dropped open. This thing can be found? Then please let me find a dozen, okay?
"Is there a problem?" Roland asked, puzzled, but in his heart he wondered if the system had somehow managed to steal the elven dragon from the elven race.

"It's alright. Since she's a wild elven dragon, please treat her well. After she grows for a while, she'll be a great asset!" Verway looked at Roland with envy. After all, besides fighting, elven dragons can also stimulate plant growth, making them treasures no matter where they're placed.

"I didn't realize! But why is she so small? And how did you figure out she's female?" Roland had a million questions he wanted to ask Verway.

"She's now in a state of natural regression, which allows her to reduce her energy consumption and better absorb and store elemental particles from nature. As for gender... look at her crown! Male dragons have four horns, while female dragons only have three," Verway explained.

"By the way, I suggest you gather Mage Radil and Sage Yunfeng. If you let go, you'll probably get a beating..." Verway watched as Roland covered his forehead with his golden hand.

"This……"

(End of this chapter)