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

Chapter 323 The Beginning of an Epic War

"Big brother! Many tribes have sent their armies to the alliance meeting!" said Love, the second of the three orc brothers, with delight.

"Second brother, calm down! Our Frostbone Tribe is a big tribe! Don't make it sound like we're begging them to come!" The third brother, Lor, said, panting heavily as he carried the heavy battle axe.

"Alright, my dear brothers! This time we're going to take half of these human equipment!" The eldest brother, Lord, held up five fingers.

"Other tribes probably won't agree so easily, will they?" The two brothers exchanged a glance, their ugly faces showing a hint of surprise.

"Do we need their consent? The warriors of our Frostbone tribe are the best answer!" Lord waved his hand vigorously, his eyes filled with fanaticism and ferocity.

“That’s right! Under Big Brother’s leadership, our Frostbone Tribe will definitely become the largest tribe in the southern part of the Northern Wilderness… no! It’s a kingdom! Big Brother, you be the king and grant us a few dukedoms! Hahaha!” The two brothers laughed heartily.

"Of course! Of course!" Lord, feeling ecstatic from being licked, was now completely on cloud nine. He casually waved his hand, mimicking the posture and tone of a king, but to outsiders, his behavior was utterly an eyesore—like someone wearing a dragon robe but not acting like a prince…

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“Even if we’re just pretending to fail and run away, we have to make it look convincing! Come on! Everyone, put these weapons and armor on your backs! When we retreat, you can just leave these things on the ground!” Ajax said to everyone, pointing to the mountain of defective equipment.

"My goodness, you went back all the way back just to do this?" Omsk was completely dumbfounded. Ajax had rushed back to Stream City just to move all this junk over?
"Don't underestimate orcs! They are, after all, one of the intelligent species. Although their intelligence is questionable, they are not without brains!" Ajax shook her head, her eyes filled with solemnity. As the saying goes, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit! Facing thousands upon thousands of orcs, no amount of caution is excessive!

"A brain the size of a walnut? What kind of intelligence could it possibly have?" Omske mocked.

"Although they are intellectually inferior, don't forget that their numbers are dozens of times greater than ours! Sometimes quantity can make up for the difference in quality! Your Majesty Omske, I hope you can take your enemy seriously! They are not mindless beasts!" A figure flashed out from behind Ajax.

"Lord Caslo? What brings you here?" Omske stared in disbelief at the knight who appeared before him, utterly shocked. Logically speaking, Caslo should be stationed at Lulong Fortress!

"His Highness was worried that Ajax wouldn't be able to handle things on her own, so he sent me over to help." Caslow shook his head, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

"You're about to reach the sixth rank!" Omske exclaimed in shock after carefully sensing Caslo's aura. Caslo's aura was now only a hair's breadth away from the sixth rank! Perhaps the Kingdom of Lagrang would soon welcome its first Dragon Knight Commander!
"We've managed a breakthrough, thankfully..." Caslo smiled.

"Huh? Why didn't I see you just now? Didn't you come here riding a dragon?" Omske asked curiously.

“Oh! Ajax brought it to me!” Caslo scratched his head, a blush rising on his face as he looked at Ajax.

"Hmm?" Omske was taken aback. Something seemed off about these two! But he had no proof... "As per His Highness's orders, I will be placed under your command, but I have the right not to carry out unreasonable orders!" Caslo handed Roland's warrant to Omske.

“Okay!” Omsk nodded. After all, it was already a pleasant surprise to have Caslo help. He didn’t intend to order Caslo around. After all, Caslo was the most senior person in the entire kingdom, and everyone had to give him some face.

“My suggestion is to listen to Ajax’s proposal! After all, you are all cavalry, so these loads won’t have much of an impact on you! But they can greatly improve our plan!” Caslow pointed to the things that they considered tattered.

Little did they know that what seemed like junk to Lagrang and the other Lonely Mountain factions were treasures to the other Northern factions! After all, apart from Gombard Keep, the Woodland Kingdom, and Singari, the other Northern factions lacked complete smelting capabilities! This equipment might even be better than what they currently used!
“Alright!” Although Omske felt it was unnecessary to do so, he was unwilling to let this affect his relationship with Caslo. After all, carrying a few dozen kilograms more was nothing to the hardy Sharma and centaur!
"Yes, we need to be careful! Orcs can fail countless times, but if they succeed just once, we're all finished!" Caslo shook his head, his eyes filled with solemnity and fear. The sheer number of orcs even terrified him, who was about to become a Dragon Knight Commander! Fortunately, these guys with an IQ of only five lacked proper smelting abilities and couldn't create high-quality equipment, a fact that hadn't changed even after Sauron provided them with help and support!
“By the way! Your Majesty Omske, I have some news that I think you should know!” Caslo pulled out a map and pointed to a location.

"This is Pan-Asian Creek! The orcs have already gathered an army of over ten thousand here!" Caslo said solemnly.

“Um… let’s just call it the army for now…” Caslo grinned, as if he had thought of something.

"Is there any explanation?" Omsk knew there was more to this story from Kaslow's expression.

“I checked with my Dragon Eyes, and the armor penetration rate is pitifully low, probably less than 10%... The metal weapon possession rate should be around 80%!” Caslo shook his head helplessly.

"..." Omsk fell silent, he understood Caslo's thoughts.

According to the Lagrange Empire's past practices, the armor coverage rate of regular troops should not be less than 90%, even considering that some special personnel cannot wear armor. Otherwise, the empire would not mind arming everyone to the teeth! If it weren't for the physical and tactical needs, the entire empire might not even have a light infantry unit. This can be seen from the Swift Infantry, which is known as "cannon fodder." These cheapest infantrymen are already considered half heavy infantrymen, and their chainmail is not much worse than the plate armor of other kingdoms. When necessary, these Swift Infantrymen can be used as cannon fodder to make up the numbers.

"Prepare to head to the orcish encampment! We need to bring them to our designated battlefield!" Omske said, looking at the group of generals and commanders.

"Wait a minute!" Ajax suddenly stepped forward to stop them.

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked over.

"You...you really didn't notice that we're missing one person?" Ajax looked at Omske and the others with a strange expression.

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"Damn it! By the Dragon God! How far have they gone?!" Hollin, lying on his horse, felt his crotch was almost worn out... He looked desperately at the endless wasteland and galloped off in the direction General Ajax had indicated.

(End of this chapter)