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

Chapter 317 Northern Plow Court
"Sorry!" Dvalin managed to utter only this one sentence after struggling for a while.

“Never mind…” Omske shook his head, his black hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, which, combined with his furrowed brows, made him look incredibly melancholy.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Dvalin asked, watching Omske try to do something for his allies.

"Do you know the marching routes of these orcs? Or the places they must pass through? Or the gathering points of the orcs in the North?" Omske's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

"What are you going to do?" Ravian's expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

“It’s nothing. It’s better to take the initiative than to passively defend! Don’t forget that we have four legs to run on! While they only have two!” Omske said calmly.

"Dragon God! Don't forget that His Highness only asked us to solve the problem of the orcs invading the border, not to go to the northern border to provoke those orc tribes! Do you want another Battle of Lonely Mountain?" Ravian jumped up like a startled rabbit. If it weren't for the fact that he was riding on horseback, he could jump two meters high.

"I'm solving this problem! Knight Commander Lavian! Mind your place! Have years of wandering robbed the Bauhinia Knights of their fighting spirit and courage? I've never seen cavalry defending the plains!" Omske roared.

"The knights of the Duchy have never lost the courage to draw their lances! Just as the dragon riders of the Empire never lose their wings!" Ravian roared, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging across his neck from rage.

“Then follow in my footsteps! Send those bastards to where they belong! I don’t care if they’re backed by Dolgodo or Gombada! I only know that we will defend the glory of the Empire! Anyone who dares to block our iron hooves will be executed without mercy!” Omske slammed the butt of his lance into his foot, and a shockwave suddenly erupted. Scattered mud and debris flew like raindrops. When the dust settled, the ground around Omske cracked open, and the entire earth sank by nearly a meter.

While everyone was calming their mounts, Omske calmly spurred his Abyss Steed out. He stared intently into Knight Commander Ravian's eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me your choice! The Empire's once most proud knight!"

"I obey your decision, Your Majesty!" A fire seemed to burn in Ravian's chest. He looked around and saw nearly five hundred knights, men, and cavalrymen surrounding him. From their resolute faces, Ravian seemed to see the once mighty empire with its thousands of horses galloping. He sighed softly and chose to agree.

“Um… Your Majesty Omsk, our scouts have discovered that there are two orc tribes of a thousand each at the foot of the gray mountains in the north. We originally wanted to attack and wipe them out, but we lacked mobility and were afraid of a trap, so we left them alone!” Dvalin honestly spread out a map and pointed out the marked locations to Omsk.

"Spies? You dwarves have spies?" Omske was dismounting when Dvalin's words nearly made him twist his back.

“Um…we actually do have some dragonhawk knights…” Dvalin scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Dragon God! I almost forgot you also have Dragonhawk Knights...?" Omske shook his head helplessly. After all, the dwarf Dragonhawk Knights were really too inconspicuous; you could hardly see them more than a few times a day.

"Ah..." Dvalin smacked his lips.

“Your Majesty, I hope you will consider this carefully…after all, those orcs are not a small number!” Devalin’s eyes were full of worry.

"Don't worry, if things don't work out, I'll lead the soldiers back!" Omske shook his head, his mind made up.

"Do you need my help? We dwarves can spare some manpower..." Dvalin said through gritted teeth. Although they were short-handed, the dwarves couldn't remain indifferent to the kindness shown to them by the Kingdom of Lagrange.

“We appreciate your kindness, but your defenses are also very important, so we won’t trouble you!” Omske shook his head. “Then… be careful and stay safe!” Dvalin patted his chest and blessed the Lagrang cavalry.

“Okay! Let’s go! Target: the southern foothills of the Grey Mountains!” Omsk nodded and gave the order.

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"Your Majesty... what exactly are your plans?" After leaving the dwarves, Ravian couldn't help but stop Omske and ask. Although he was determined to follow Omske's decision, it didn't mean he would blindly obey Omske's orders, as that would be irresponsible to everyone.

"Plans? Does 'plundering the entire territory' count as a scorched earth attack?" Omske's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Are you crazy, Your Majesty! How many orc tribes are there in the entire Northern Territory?!" Ravian was completely shocked by Omske's extravagant gesture.

"Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly! If you don't want to, you can go back anytime!" Omske insisted on his idea.

"Horin! Go back immediately and report His Majesty Omske's decision to His Highness!" At this critical moment, Lavian still chose to trust Holin, the Cross Bauhinia Knight who shared his views. He could not imagine what kind of impact Omske's decision would have on the entire Northern Territory.

For this army, there is almost nothing in the entire North that can threaten them, but the cavalry regiment that slaughters orcs will definitely attract the attention of the orcs in Gambada Fortress, and even the orc kingdoms further north will be alarmed. Once a war breaks out, it will be no less than another Battle of Lonely Mountain for the forces around Lonely Mountain.

"Yes!" Hollin replied without hesitation; the seriousness in his old superior's eyes told him that things looked bad.

"His Highness will approve of my approach!" Omske chuckled. He knew perfectly well that his king, willing to use dragon knights against ordinary orcs, was far more ruthless than himself, and that Sir Holin's mission was doomed to fail. Perhaps His Highness would even send a dragon knight to assist him!

“…” Lavian didn’t speak, but just stared at Baron Bader, who had been silent the whole way with them.

“My opinion is to send them all to see the Dragon God!” Badr grinned, his white teeth gleaming, his arm holding the Centaur Grip bulging with muscles.

"...Damn it!" He had hoped that this centaur lord would persuade Omske, but he never expected that these centaurs' hatred for orcs was no less than that for humans.

"The North is about to change... This war was started by... us!" Ravian swallowed hard. His Highness had unleashed two killing stars! Fortunately, the Elven King from Swiftstream City didn't come out, otherwise Ravian had no doubt that these people would dare to attack Gambada Fortress.

"Damn it! I have to keep an eye on them. I can't let them bury these precious cavalrymen here because of a bad decision!" With that thought, Lavian quickly caught up with the rest of the main force.

I haven't been in a good mood these past few days, so updates have been inconsistent. Please understand.

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