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

Chapter 530 A Two-Pronged Attack!

As they chatted about strange tales and watched the hourglass tick by, the crowd grew increasingly restless as night deepened.

"Bang!" Roland stood up and accidentally knocked over the silver cup in front of him. Roland quickly reached out to steady the silver cup.

"Please wait a moment, everyone, I'm going out to take a look!" Roland said after looking around.

Roland was starting to panic; things had been dragging on for far too long! He was already itching to send Caslo to search for him.

After calming the disturbed Golden Holy Dragon Dos in his arms, Roland headed directly towards the hall where Caslo and the others were resting.

"Bang!" At a corner of a staircase, Roland was bumped into, and judging from the fact that Roland almost flew backward, he hadn't gained any advantage at all.

"Caslo?"

"Your Highness?"

“I’m on my way to find you!” ×2.

"I……"

"I……"

They both spoke at the same time.

“Your Highness, you speak first!” Caslo fully demonstrated his chivalrous spirit.

“I still haven’t heard from Ajax. I’m thinking of sending you there…” Roland’s anxiety was undisguised.

“That’s exactly why I’m here! This is a serious matter!” A hint of seriousness flashed in Caslo’s eyes.

"..." Roland already had a bad feeling.

“Ajax is tied up there; she’s trapped on the southern front and can’t come back! The orcs of Dolgodor have come out in full force! The Star Elves are holding them off in the Dark Forest, and Ajax is currently supporting them!” Caslo said helplessly.

"..." Roland just wanted to go for a 6 right now! He had originally planned to draw troops from the Lulong Fortress, but now it seemed... what a waste! He was lucky if he didn't lose money! Speaking of which, he was furious. The system was practically dead; no missions! No rewards for signing in! It was a complete disaster!

"Ding-dong! Side quest issued! Two-front war! The beleaguered kingdom faces its most powerful enemy ever: a surging undead army from the north and an orc army from the south, advancing towards the northern border! Strive to survive!"

"Mission Rewards: Declare war on both sides and immediately receive a varying number of random units! Defeat the Northern Undead Army and receive 500 Lagrange City Guards! Annihilate the Northern Undead Army and receive one random Tier 6 professional. Defeat the Southern Dolgodo Orc Army and receive 500 Battanian Archers! Annihilate the Southern Dolgodo Orc Army and receive one random Tier 6 professional."

"Pfft!" Roland almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The stupid system had finally come back to life! Did he have a second cheat ability? The ability to make whatever he wished for?

"Damn it! You idiot system, you didn't need to issue those two missions!" Roland was incredibly envious. Two Tier 6 missions! Then he looked at the prerequisites? Hmm, it's fine! He's reckless, not stupid! Annihilate both armies? Which is easier to fight, the undead army or the orc army?

"Come on! Follow me to see the kings!" Roland grabbed Caslo and ran off without another word.

……

"Bang!" Roland slammed the door open with a heavy shoulder, making everyone's eyelids twitch. Even Thorin almost thought that Roland was going to put on a show in his royal city, where he would smash a cup as a signal and have all the axemen come out.

"Everyone! We're doomed!" Roland's words immediately drew everyone's attention. "What happened? King Roland?" Thorin, an impatient man, couldn't help but ask.

"Take a breath and speak slowly, don't rush, King Roland! Here, calm your nerves!" Thranduil slowly poured Roland a glass of fruit wine and handed it to him.

"The army of Dolgodo has launched an attack! The army of Iovia is bogged down in the Dark Forest..." As soon as Roland spoke, Thranduil's hand trembled involuntarily.

"Clatter!" The silver cup containing the fruit wine jingled on the ground.

“What? How could this be? They couldn’t possibly recover so quickly…” Thranduil and Thorin shook their heads in unison, staring at Roland in disbelief.

“Impossible! The Allied Forces have already slaughtered them all, their population is not enough to support them…” Thorin stood up with red eyes, he couldn’t believe that the orcs had healed their wounds in such a short time.

“I’m afraid they’re not Orcs from Dolgodom…” Dain said bitterly.

“Modor…” Bard murmured.

"..." Verway narrowed his eyes. Although the grassland elves were wandering elves, they still had their own history, and they had detailed records of Mordor.

"It seems the Demon Cave has given them support... Sigh!" Bai Yi's eyes flickered, clearly he was somewhat hesitant.

"What should we do?" Bai Yi's face was grim. If it were just the undead from the north, he could still smile and face it, after all, there were still several kingdoms supporting them in front, and Lagrang, a kingdom at its zenith, was there to hold them back. But now, the orcs of Dolgo in the south were stabbing him in the back...

All Bai Yi could say was that this stab had pierced his vital artery! The orcs would need to cross the Swift River to defeat King Roland, but defeating him was just a convenient opportunity! Even though the Star Elves were already locked in a fierce battle with the orcs, what if something unexpected happened?
The previously composed Whitewing was now in a panic, and Bard, who was in the worst situation, was even more panicked.

"King Roland, can you guard the southern gate of the North? You can, can't you?" Bard looked at Roland earnestly.

"..." Roland pursed his lips. What could he say? Couldn't hold on? That was a joke! If he couldn't hold on, where would he go? Sleep on the street?

"Don't worry! As long as all the men of Lagrang are dead, the orcs won't be able to get past Lulong Pass!" With the atmosphere so tense, Roland could only grit his teeth and say this.

"What a rip-off!" Roland cursed inwardly. He thought he was playing a match-3 game with skeletons, but now it's turned into playing a blackhead removal simulator with dark-skinned people... What a disappointment...

Family! Does anyone understand?! In the time it takes to drink a glass of wine, my enemy has gone from undead to a mix of orcs and undead? Super double? Double the fun? Screw it!
"Lagrange will not surrender!" Roland roared in fury, stomping his foot on the table and drawing his Dragon Slayer Sword.

"The grassland spirits will fight evil to the death!" Infected by Roland, Verway kicked over a chair and pulled out Manicati.

"For our homeland!" Bard roared angrily, drawing his longsword.

"For the people!" Thranduil drew his scimitar, his eyes flashing with cold light, and wind elements began to swirl rapidly around him.

"Dwarves will never be slaves!" Thorin slowly drew his Oakheart, his calm, lake-like eyes concealing a chill as deep as the snow on Raven Ridge.

"Descendants of Turin! Advance!" Seeing everyone drawing their weapons and uttering threats, Dain, who was slow to realize what was happening, blushed from drinking too much. After looking around but not finding his blood-red battle axe, he could only pull out a dagger, kick over a chair, climb onto the long table, and howl.

"..." Roland's lips and eyelids twitched wildly as he struggled to suppress the overwhelming laughter. He was a professional and rarely laughed, unless...

"Pfft!" Roland quickly turned his head, but fortunately, the crowd was too excited to notice the strange noise and action Roland made.

(End of this chapter)