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

Chapter 514 You're still the better one.

"Where is His Majesty Yunfeng? Should we listen to his advice?" Omsk grinned. After all, Roland forbade the use of the Crusades, and the troops loyal to him were basically nailed to the kingdom's territory, so Omsk was now in a real bind.

"Him? He went out of town to tinker with his treasures..." Roland thought for a moment and told Omske Yunfeng whereabouts. Anyway, for an alchemist who thirsts for knowledge, going to his alchemy workshop when he has nothing to do will definitely give him a high chance of catching a wild alchemist.

After all, the only industry outside the city worth a wise man's stay is the magic plantation. As one of the few places in the North where magical plants can be cultivated, the magic plantation provided by the system is nothing short of paradise for alchemists.

“Okay, I’ll go talk to him and ask for his opinion!” Omsk nodded and then left in a hurry.

"Tsk, Yun Feng has so many clever ideas, he should be able to come up with a solution, right?" Roland thought to himself.

……

"Calm down, calm down, the sky hasn't fallen yet!" Yun Feng didn't make any move, but just whispered a word, and the mental barrier that was instantly released blocked Omsk from advancing an inch. Caught off guard, Omsk was like a train crashing into a roaring train, and was directly embedded in the air.

"Hiss~" Yun Feng held a beaker in one hand and engraved magic with the other. With a wisp of green smoke, the potion in the beaker gradually changed color after sublimation and evaporation.

Yun Feng smiled with satisfaction. He carefully poured every drop of the potion into the bottle, wrote a label on it, and then turned to look at Omske.

"What's wrong? What happened to make you, who is usually so calm, so anxious? This is not like you at all." Yun Feng frowned.

"Have a cup of fragrant black tea, it can calm the nerves..." Yun Feng waved his hand, manipulating several mage hands to grab two cups. Then an exquisite teapot floated over, and tea, drawn into thin streams, slowly fell into the cups.

"Please!" Yunfeng picked up her teacup.

"Glug!" Omske didn't stand on ceremony. He had just run over and was thirsty. Looking at Omske drinking like a cow, Yunfeng shook his head and chuckled.

"Now tell me what happened." Yun Feng crossed his arms and rested his elbows on the table, looking curious. As far as he knew, nothing major had happened in the kingdom yet. The only variable was the isolated army at the old pass, but that didn't affect the kingdom's directly controlled territory.

“His Highness wants to send troops to support the Duke of King’s Landing…” Omske gasped for breath.

"Huh?" Yun Feng was a little confused. Why did His Highness suddenly want the kingdom to get involved personally?

"I guess His Highness is worried about Apophis Breo and the others." Omsk shrugged. After all, he was just a worker, and whatever King Roland said went.

“Alright, if he wants to send troops, what difficulties could he possibly be facing?” Yun Feng’s eye twitched. Although the kingdom was struggling financially, it could still support an expeditionary army, so Yun Feng couldn’t think of any difficulties that could be causing Omske such a headache.

"Queen Nyx's soldiers are not allowed to be used, and the kingdom's own soldiers simply cannot spare suitable ones," Omske said, distressed.

"I'd like to hear the details." Yun Feng nodded. He wasn't particularly knowledgeable about military matters, but he agreed with the rules governing the nobility.

“Our military system has far too few professionals. Defending Wangjia and guarding the fortress is already a struggle, and we simply don’t have any spare professional troops… As for the Swift Infantry… I don’t think anyone would want to use those things in the mountains.” Omske thought about the Swift Infantry’s five-meter-long chevaux-de-frise; just imagining those chevaux-de-frise with nowhere to be placed in the mountains was enough to raise his blood pressure. “Although I don’t know much about military branches, the Swift Infantry really can’t be deployed in the mountains…” Yun Feng nodded in agreement. The mountains were enough to cripple their prized spear formations. Did anyone expect the Swift Infantry to fight orcs with large shields and one-handed swords? The cost-effectiveness would be so high that anyone daring to try would lose so much they wouldn’t recognize their own mother.

"So for now, the Crusaders are the only option, since they have a mix of ranged and melee units." Omske shrugged helplessly.

"Does Your Highness mean to send troops to support the Duke of King's Landing?" Yunfeng suddenly remembered that Roland had asked him to organize the migration of the people not long ago.

“Yes, after all, if the orcs really launch a massive attack, they won’t be able to hold out even if they stay in their castles.” Omske nodded. As the old saying goes, “A prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat.” Besides, they only had the advantage of terrain, location, and popular support.

"Is it possible that we don't need to send the kingdom's soldiers?" Yun Feng suddenly asked, his eyes lighting up.

"What?" Omske was stunned by Yunfeng's wild idea. Was the kingdom going to wait for the spirits of the past royal families to be resurrected and save them without sending troops? They probably wouldn't even live to see them become spirits.

"Don't open your mouth so wide, who do you want to eat? Do you have a map?" Yun Feng rolled her eyes at the naive Omske.

"Of course!" Omske always carries a map with him, since you never know when you might need it.

“Take a look at this for yourself!” Yunfeng tapped the map and said to Omske.

“Karl Rock Ferry?” Omske instantly understood Yunfeng’s thoughts.

"Holy crap! How come we didn't think of that? The Beorn's territory is right next door! We could borrow troops from them to help the King's Landing family defend the city... Wait a minute." After his initial excitement, Omske frowned again.

“This can only solve the immediate problem. They can’t stay at the old pass and fight the orcs to the death indefinitely. Besides, the Beorn have no obligation to help us,” Omske said, frowning in thought.

"Let's address the first issue! We don't need the Beonians to be stationed here permanently, just enough to help Apophis Breo and his men withstand the orcs' first counterattack! Don't forget! With so many residents around Stream City, they could easily muster an infantry force!"

"Have you forgotten? The Junlin family can train elite warriors... Give them time, hehe!" Yun Feng said quietly.

"..." Omske fell silent instantly, like a chicken with its neck caught in its throat.

"Now, let's move on to the second question!" Yun Feng raised an eyebrow.

"We eat the king's food and are loyal to the king! We've already done more than enough by offering a solution! How to persuade the Beorn is his own business! If he can't even do this, what kind of duke is he? How can he restore his family's glory?" Yun Feng spread his hands, looking like a rogue. This is your Duke Junlin's business. It's just a trivial matter between nobles. Helping is a favor, not helping is within one's rights. Besides, the king is already showing mercy by extending a helping hand to a powerful border noble who isn't hindering you and playing the balancing act!

"Tsk tsk tsk! You're really clever! As expected, all of you with your wicked schemes are filthy!" Omske grinned sincerely.

(End of this chapter)