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

“Lord Lavian, it seems we’ve overthought things!” Baron Bader noticed the unpleasant look on Lavian’s face. After all, being made a fool of for so long, and then having made a fool of ourselves, would make anyone unhappy.

"Damn it! I really overestimated the intelligence of these orcs!" Ravian's eye twitched; this was a case of intellectual superiority.

"The Griffin Riders are here!" Ravian looked up at the sky.

……

"So the battle has begun?" Ravian asked, staring at the griffin knight.

"Yes, to be precise, our war has never ended!" The griffin rider shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Then let's fight! The men of Lagrange will not fear! The knights of the Duchy of Nyx will not fear death! Fight! For the Queen! For our homeland!" Ravian roared, brandishing his lance.

(Roland: Fine, fine, so you won't fight for the king, huh!)
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The Lagrange cavalry and knights roared, raising their lances. This spirit quickly infected the centaurs. Although centaurs were somewhat xenophobic, they admired this fearless and courageous spirit. Soon, centaurs appeared among the "crazy" crowd.

"Raid! Lagrange's fine lads! I'll take you to kick the Ringwraiths' asses!" Ravian winked at the crowd, beaming.

"Fight! Brave centaurs! Our benefactors are besieged by orcs! Let us relieve the siege of Swiftstream and drive away those scoundrels! For our homeland! For our people! The glory of the centaurs shall live forever!" Baldr roared. Although he had initially surrendered to King Roland out of necessity because of his people, the fact was that King Roland had treated them well, providing them with food, lodging, and land. Most importantly, it was good to have a powerful patron like him!
Compared to their precarious lives in the far north, King Roland's rule was undoubtedly paradise. The stability of not having to live a nomadic existence was something the Tuput tribe had never even dared to dream of. Now that someone was trying to disrupt the centaur tribe's peaceful life, why not take action? These natural-born rangers are really something else!

Do you know what a heavily armored horse archer is? Do you understand the value of a galloping arrow? Have you ever seen the pride of the steppe? (Badr: I'm a nimble dog of the steppe! You can't catch me!)

The menacing cavalry brought tears to the eyes of the griffin knight who had come to deliver the message! Truly worthy of Lagrange, a nation founded on knighthood! Even with its main knightly order wiped out, it could still muster a cavalry force powerful enough to change the course of the war!
(Omske: ??? I heard someone thinks we're dead?)

“Let’s get ready to enter the battlefield without delay!” Ravian and Badr exchanged a glance and nodded.

……

February 13, 2944, Third Age! Sunny! Suitable for killing!
"Your Majesties, the armies of King Whitewing and Lord Ruhr are in position!" Holin personally came to Lavian and the other man.

"Where is His Majesty Caslo? He is the key to victory or defeat in this war!" Ravian frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy. After all, they were about to charge into an army of tens of thousands of orcs! What was even more worrying was that a troublesome Ringwraith was leading the charge!

"Your Majesty has already set off!" Hollin glanced at the sky and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"How should we coordinate?" Baldr asked the crucial question. They had no communication whatsoever with the White Wing King and Caslo, relying entirely on the griffin riders to relay messages.

"You'll all understand in a moment! His Highness's command won't disappoint you!" Hollin smiled, keeping everyone in suspense. "Thank God! By the Dragon God! By the spirits of the kings! I can't believe I actually trusted Roland, a complete novice in warfare, in command and coordination!" Ravian's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter. In his opinion, if the command of other generals could be considered the art of war, then Roland's command ability was simply appalling!

"Don't say that, King Roland has done a very good job!" Bader shrugged and defended Roland. After all, being a king on horseback is a dream, not a necessity. The king should just do his job as king, and the war is for his subordinates to worry about! In Bader's view, there was nothing wrong with Roland not being able to command a major battle.

"..." Lavian wore an embarrassed expression. As someone endowed with a complete set of memories by the system, in the kingdom of Lagrange, the king was utterly useless, good for nothing but eating everything! But the one thing he couldn't say he couldn't do was war! For a nation where knighthood and the spirit of war were etched into its very soul, it was a miracle that a king who didn't understand war could inherit the throne. (Lagrange's nobles held a very high status! War was something to be praised and celebrated! Otherwise, how could they be called brutes...)
“Perhaps he still needs to grow!” Lavian pouted. As a vassal loyal to Grand Duke Nyx, he had dedicated his life to Nyx, so he looked down on Roland, this king who was neither good at literature nor martial arts. He hoped that the Grand Duke could marry someone who could give him more security, rather than a clueless king.

(Lavian had always looked down on Roland because he was a typical knight and court nobleman. In his eyes, Roland was as absurd as a fallen nobleman suddenly inheriting his ancestral title and fiefdom, without any accumulation or foundation. And for Nyx to marry him was no less than an insult to his lord for a retainer of an old ducal nobleman!)
After all, Lavian's loyalty had always been to Nyx, and that had never changed. Therefore, in his mind, Lord Nyx was above all else! Next were Nyx's offspring, and finally, the third-class citizen Roland...

(Everyone else was loyal to Roland, including the Duke of King's Landing and the Duke of Nyx, but in an era where my lord's lord is not my lord, and my vassal's vassal is not my vassal, Ravian could completely ignore Roland, since he had no direct relationship with Roland.)
"..." After hearing this, Hollin quietly moved a few steps away. He didn't want to get involved in the heated discussion about King Roland, since he was loyal to Roland! Everyone in the entire city of Jiliu knew how stubborn this man, the only one in the kingdom who dared to give Roland a hard time, was.

……

"Did you hear anything?" Ravian suddenly pursed his lips.

"Hmm?" Baldr immediately stood up on all fours, gripping the centaur's hand tightly.

“Oh! Dragon God above! My kings! I know what the signal for attack is!” Lavian murmured.

"What?" Bader asked, puzzled.

……

"Attack!" Bai Yi raised an eyebrow, drew his longsword, and issued the order to attack.

"For the Kingdom!" Ruhr roared as he charged after Whitewing, brandishing his shield and longsword.

"The general offensive begins! Advance at full speed!"

"Kill those scum!"

"charge!"

Upon receiving the attack signal, everyone rushed towards the orc camp several miles away!
In the sky, a beam of cyan light shot fiercely towards the orc camp like a doomsday light. With a loud explosion, the cyan light illuminated the entire sky, turning it a deep blue!