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

"Remember, I'm sending you out to patrol! Not to recklessly charge into a crowd!" Roland reminded him worriedly.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I'm not stupid!" Omske patted his breastplate.

"Be smart, seize any opportunity to strike them! You guys just need to circle around their perimeter and unravel their secrets, trying to lure them towards Lulong! Don't take the initiative to attack their main force before the final battle!" Roland instructed anxiously.

"Understood, Your Highness!" Omsk shook his head and picked up the lance brought to him by a servant. He felt that Roland was as noisy as Tang Sanzang chanting sutras, making his head buzz. However, Omsk still understood human relationships. Whatever His Highness said was the same. But on the ever-changing battlefield, how to command was up to him.
“Alright, let’s go! Remember to give the letter to Renault…” Roland, like an old mother seeing her child off, kept giving instructions to Omsk.

“Alright!” Omske nodded succinctly and rode off before Roland could speak. The members of the Knights followed closely behind, leaving Swiftstream City, followed by a group of soldiers who would be relieved of their duties and would be stationed at Lulong Fortress to replace the Crusader soldiers.

……

"Your Highness, are you still looking? Stop looking! You've been looking all morning, come and eat!" Nyx's lips twitched, and he had no choice but to come and pull Roland over himself.

"I have this uneasy feeling... I don't know why." Roland rubbed his temples. Was it because he hadn't rested well? After shaking his head, Roland decided not to think about it anymore. Wasn't his wife's lovingly prepared breakfast more important?

……

"Roar!" The two ancient giant rhinoceroses (high-level magical beasts) exhaled a thick cloud of white breath from their nostrils. Their limbs, thicker than those of ogres, strode forward with all their might. Iron chains as thick as an adult's thigh were wrapped around their bodies as they dragged a massive battering ram. A group of burly giant ogres assisted the ram in its advance. Dark clouds loomed overhead, allowing them to march even in daylight...

If Roland were here, he would definitely scream, after all, this thing is the hammer of Grond that broke through the White City in history!
……

"What's going on? Why did you bring so many soldiers?" Renault looked at Omske in confusion. He could understand the guy bringing a whole water knight order, but the Battanian archers following behind were quite surprising.

"It's a long story! Let's go inside and talk!" Omsk dragged Renault into the Lulong Fortress.

As the gate slammed shut, Omske revealed everything: "Get ready for a fight. This time, the main battlefield is here! His Highness has brought you all the best troops! Here's the list! Send all the troops except those on the list back to Swiftstream City."

"Let me see." Renault casually picked up the list and glanced at it.

"Huh? His Highness didn't come along?" Renault scratched his head and glanced behind him.

"?" Omsk narrowed his eyes and looked at Renault with a puzzled expression.

"He's not coming to seek refuge? What can those scoundrels in Swiftstream City do? Look at all the rotten fish and shrimp left here!" Renault said with a serious face. It was obvious that King Roland was planning to move his residence. He probably thought that Lulong Fortress was safe and wanted to move his palace here.

“…Is it possible that he stayed in Swiftstream to hold out? And the Royal Guard shouldn’t be considered rotten fish…” Omsk’s lips twitched.

"He's gone mad!" Renault tilted his head, practically writing "Roland is crazy" all over his face.

“I don’t know if he’s crazy or not, but the situation is really not good right now. There are still undead invading from the north, and the orcs in the south are also restless. I have to lead troops to harass them.” Omsk sighed.

“Harassment? Be careful, the Ringwraiths won’t stand idly by.” Renault patted him on the shoulder.

"By the way, where are the Dragoon General and the Gryphon Rider? Aren't they coming to provide support?" Renault suddenly realized that the Dragoon General and the Gryphon Rider were missing. "Caslo is still in the North monitoring the movements of the undead army, Ajax is fighting fiercely with the orcs in Singrey, and the Gryphon Rider is also protecting His Highness..." Omske shrugged. Otherwise, how could they say that their forces were stretched thin?
"Alright! Go resupply and set off quickly. I'll go and inform everyone to change shifts!" Renault shook his head and ignored Omske; he had his own things to do now.

……

"Merck! Luke!" Renault shouted. Since Apophis Breo left, these two were Renault's only remaining lieutenants.

"What's wrong, General?" The two men who had been summoned looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Luke! Go, deploy troops according to this list!" Reno handed the list to Luke.

"Merck! Go and take stock of the inventory right now! We need a lot of arrows and logs and rolling stones!" Reynolds pointed at Merck.

"Guards! Order everyone to be on high alert! War is imminent! I do not want the army to fall and die! Those southern bastards have come to warm us up! Let their blood irrigate every inch of the land beneath your feet! Long live Lagrange!" Renault roared, drawing his longsword. A circle of guards immediately spread out to relay Renault's orders.

"Woo woo woo~" The long horn sounded.

Just as Omske stepped out of Lulong Fortress, he heard the horn sound and turned around to see the city gates, made of a mixture of fine iron and bronze, slamming shut. The windows of the fortress were also being lowered one by one, and the grease pads covering the heavy crossbows and catapults were being roughly torn off. A group of soldiers were anxiously applying grease to the mechanisms, and bundles of arrows were being carried to the crenellations...

“So beautiful…” Omsk’s eyes gleamed with admiration. The war fortress once again displayed its rugged and wild violent aesthetics. Sunlight shone on the city walls, giving them a dark purple sheen—the brick walls soaked in the blood of orcs.

"Whoosh!" A semi-transparent magical shield suddenly rose up, flashed for a few seconds, and then disappeared. Omske understood that the fortress's garrison was testing whether the magical shield was working properly.

"Hahaha! Come on! Let more orcs come! War is approaching! Fellow countrymen! For the kingdom! For His Highness! Let's do what we do best! Let's fight!" Omske spurred his horse forward.

A wisp of smoke gradually faded into the distance.

……

"Remember! Hurry back to Swiftstream City, its defenses are weak! Hurry! The King cannot be lost!" Renault instructed the soldiers preparing to relieve Swiftstream City, while ordering them to open the northern gate.

"Go! Hold the city! Protect the king! Tell His Highness! As long as Renault lives, Lulong will not fall!" Renault shouted.

……

At this moment, hundreds of kilometers away from Lulong Fortress, a large army of orcs halted in front of the surging, rushing river.

"Roar! Cut down trees! Build ships! We will march straight to the most resilient kingdom in the North! This time we will break the backbone of the North's people!" A hideous orc high lord roared, brandishing a whip and lashing his orc minions.

"Ahhh!" The demonic dragon beneath the Ringwraith let out a piercing scream as it cast a terrifying shadow upon the earth...

“Lagrange? I’m here!” A hoarse, deep voice came from beneath the black helmet.