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

Chapter 344 King Han Flees North
Leaving aside the situation in Roland, the Kingdom of Lagrange continues to develop steadily. This thriving kingdom's perseverance in Middle-earth is as magnificent as the knights of yesteryear.

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The North at this time...

Three weak and listless figures moved slowly across the wasteland. Their expressions were blank, their limbs were numb, and they wore tattered strips of cloth. The weapons in their hands were already broken and damaged. If it weren't for the terrifying pressure of the fifth-level battle aura emanating from their bodies, no one would have associated them with the once spirited orc chieftains. At this moment, the three brothers, who looked like beggars, were limping towards their tribe.

Because of the terrifying forbidden spell, Flame Blowing Space, the brothers were unconscious for nearly half a month before they awoke. Upon waking, the three were utterly shocked by what they saw! The terrifying forbidden spell had turned hundreds of kilometers around into wasteland. The raging wind and fire elements flickered intermittently on the ruins of the forbidden spell. The three dragged their exhausted bodies, enduring their injuries, and scrambled away from the forbidden spell's range. During this time, they were also hit hard by the raging elemental forces. If it weren't for their deep brotherhood and mutual support, one or two of them might not have made it out. After enduring the elements in the wilderness for several days, the three wounded fifth-tier orcs helped each other escape back to their tribe.

In the decades that followed, the backbone of this orc tribe was completely shattered. Although the Frostbone tribe survived under the protection of three fifth-tier orcs, the tribe's elite soldiers could not be replenished.

As for the Barbarian Stone Tribe, it became the only tribe to escape unscathed from this great calamity. Although Chief Han Xuyang did not personally experience the terrifying Great Forbidden Curse, everyone clearly saw the aftershocks of the Great Forbidden Curse. Anyone with eyes could see the terrifying elemental fluctuations that turned half the sky red!

In response, the great "King Han" of the Manshi tribe (Chief Han Xuyang of the Manshi tribe, abbreviated as King Han!) was not worried at all... not worried my ass! He immediately led his underlings and fled far away. Fortunately, this kid had some guts, otherwise there would have been another pile of ash in the burial basin of the Pan-Asian River Battle.

The King of Han fled north at a speed that no one expected, neglecting even the women and children of his own tribe. He only sent a hundred-man squad to inform them, while he personally led the army to the north for a "hunt"... oops! It was a flight!

When Lagrange historians of the Fourth Age were studying this period of history, they were astonished to discover that this small group of orcs had created a miracle in military history, covering a hundred kilometers in a single day and night! This was known as the "King Han Speed"! This led people to wonder if the orcs had regressed to their primal form that day, because this speed was simply impossible to achieve on two legs. Later military strategists and historians believed that this orc army marched on all fours in a primal, almost superhuman, manner… One wonders what the King Han would think if he knew these conclusions… He, for one, only knew that when facing an enemy capable of unleashing powerful forbidden spells, no amount of running was too much. As a result, hundreds of King Han's soldiers died from exhaustion during that march…

"Chief...Chief! We...should...be safe...now! Let's rest...rest!" A half-orc leader whispered breathlessly, his lungs gurgling like a broken bellows, his eyes filled with pain and struggle. The muscle soreness and the feeling of his lungs tearing made it impossible for him to continue.

"Ah...ah? Is that so? How far have we...runned...runned?" King Han knelt down with a thud, his eyes filled with exhaustion. Even as a fourth-level commander, he was momentarily stunned.

"It's already... hundreds... hundreds of kilometers!" The orc gasped as he looked at King Han.

"Let's take a rest!" King Han plopped down on the ground, not caring about his image, and casually pulled out his water pouch, intending to take a big gulp, but after trying to pour for a long time, not a single drop came out...

"Sigh... Let's go... Let's go! Leave this place! Don't even think about coming back for decades! The South is too terrifying!" Fear flickered in the eyes of the King of Han. The earth-shattering scene made him unable to muster the slightest will to resist.

A powerful curse made all the orcs in the southern part of the North aware that a powerful kingdom had risen in the south, and they could no longer plunder southwards at will. Countless tribes whose armies had been destroyed packed their bags with tears in their eyes and were forced to leave their homes and migrate north, just like an orc version of the "Northern Migrants"...

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"Cough cough! What on earth did the soldiers of Lagrang do? The orcs haven't come to our lines for a long time!" Dvalin sighed, stroking his sharp battle axe with a hint of boredom. In the past, when his forces were insufficient, he had a headache because he was powerless to stop all the orcs. Now, he was actually having a headache because he had no enemies and was itching to fight... "Heaven knows... but they must have done something big!" a dwarf murmured.

"However, humans are our allies, and their strength is also beneficial to us!"

"Yes! At least they're much more reliable than elves!" The other dwarves nodded in agreement.

“Then let’s report to Prince Thorin in this way!” Dvalin nodded. As for what happened, let his king worry about it! He didn’t want to deal with this mess anymore. Those orcs had already exhausted the dwarves, and the entire dwarven border guard was no longer able to advance and explore.

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"Tsk! It seems our allies have made quite a stir!" Thorin said calmly, looking at the intelligence reports under his command.

"What were the results of the Dragonhawk Knights' reconnaissance?" Thorin turned to look at Kiri.

"Uncle...their conclusion is...the people of the Kingdom of Lagrang lost a great forbidden spell there..." Qili said, his face filled with shock.

"A forbidden spell? This... Heh! King Roland truly lives up to his reputation as someone who can continuously bring miracles!" Thorin shook his head with a smile. The Kingdom of Lagrange has truly impressed everyone! How long has it been since they started using forbidden spells?

"Then how do we face them?" Philip expressed his concerns, fearing that this matter would affect their relationship.

"How do we face it? We face it with a smile! King Roland is our friend! We need them, and they need us..." Thorin smiled, then fell silent for a moment.

“Well then, let’s take some of our best arrows and visit them! They now have the ability to produce their own equipment, but they’ll still need arrows!” Thorin pondered as he carefully selected a gift for Roland.

“Okay! Then shall I go with Qili?” Philip said.

"Yes! Remember to give my regards to King Roland! Our close friendship still needs to be maintained!" Thorin said, propping his head up with his hand.

"Understood!" Philip nodded.

(End of this chapter)