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

"King Roland hasn't returned yet?" Yun Feng asked Nix with a serious expression.

“Roland? No!” Nyx shook his head. Wasn’t Roland out seeing off those Trail Blazers these past two days?

“This is serious! We need to send reinforcements to Apophis Breo!” Yun Feng could only say to Nyx.

"What happened? Is something wrong?" Nyx asked anxiously, clutching the hem of her skirt.

"The remnants of the orcs have launched a major attack on Lion's Territory, and the Ringwraiths have been spotted among them!" Yunfeng's face was very grim.

Just moments ago, he received a magical communication from Lion's Territory: the orc army attacking the pass had transformed into a regular army, and most terrifyingly, the Four Rings had appeared! Forced into a corner, Apophis Breo could only use a forbidden protective spell to shield them, and to halt the orcs' advance, he also used an offensive forbidden spell scroll. The terrifying destructive power of the forbidden spells halted the orcs' advance, and the terrified orcs retreated, but they desperately needed reinforcements!

"Do we have anyone we can send over?" Upon hearing Yun Feng's words, Nyx calmed down. As long as Lion Territory had not fallen, there was still hope. Moreover, Apophis Breo was a smart man who wouldn't use forbidden spells to prop up his coffin. He would use them when necessary. With the accumulated wealth of the King's family over the generations, Apophis Breo should be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

"The Wyvern Knight Squad!" Yun Feng said, since the only ones with combat capabilities were the Wyvern Knights; the Griffin Knights were out of the question.

"Send dragon riders to support them, and at the same time send all the griffon riders to find Roland! Caslo and Ajax will accompany him, and directly order the two dragon riders to help him!" Nyx displayed extraordinary calmness and wisdom, making the most correct judgment in the shortest amount of time.

"Hopefully, the King's Landing family has a deep enough foundation!" Nyx murmured. Whether Apophis Breo can get through this depends on whether the old ancestors can help him.

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"Your Highness!" Olaf said, still somewhat shaken.

"Damn it! This is a real pain! Even the Ringwraiths are here!" Apophis Bray complained. After all, the orcs were already giving him a huge headache. Who knew the Ringwraiths would join in the fun? If he hadn't been quick-witted, he would have been dead already.

"How are the brothers?" Apophis Breo finally had time to ask about his soldiers.

"It's alright, the Ringwraiths' attack was blocked by the Arm of the Protector! Everyone's fine!" Olaf said, still shaken.

Apophis Breo used the same protective forbidden spell he gave Roland—the Arm of the Protector—to withstand the Ringwraiths' attack. This forbidden spell lasts for about a week, but its duration is reduced by attacks. Judging from the current situation, it will only last for three days at most before the forbidden spell breaks and disappears.

"What's going on in the kingdom?" Apophis Breo asked anxiously, his eyebrows furrowed in despair.

"His Highness Roland has set off with his dragon riders and heroes. They've gone to explore new lands and build new towns!" the guard said somewhat awkwardly.

"Heh! When it rains, it pours!" Apophis Breo ground his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

“It’s fine! Let’s wait it out! Come on! I’m waiting for reinforcements!” Apophis Breo pulled out a stack of scrolls.

"Distribute this to three people! You must ensure that at all times there is one person holding the forbidden spell who is awake! As soon as the forbidden spell is about to disappear, immediately tear open the scroll and cast it again!" Apophis Breo instructed Olaf, after all, his personal energy was limited and he could not keep an eye on things every moment.

Olaf looked at the three Arms of the Protector scrolls in his hand, grinned, and felt a chill run down his spine. Three forbidden spells! A fortune! His hand was trembling slightly as he held the forbidden spells.

"Remember! If the forbidden spells fail, we'll all die!" Apophis Breo was aware of this; without sixth-tier combat power comparable to the Ringwraiths, he wasn't qualified to speak to them as equals. Now, he could only rely on forbidden spells to buy time. Although Apophis Breo still possessed some offensive forbidden spells, he didn't intend to use them. The orcs lacked the strength to shake them, and the Ringwraiths capable of shaking them couldn't be easily obliterated by rigid forbidden spells. After all, Ringwraiths wouldn't stand still and let you attack. This meant that the forbidden spells Apophis Breo possessed were more of a deterrent than a practical tool; frankly, protective forbidden spells were more useful.

This made Apophis Breo deeply nostalgic for his family's sixth-tier combat power. By his generation, the family only had one sixth-tier hero left, and that sixth-tier hero was also the only one who possessed the complete legacy of the King's Knight. However, that old man had long since disappeared. (The system has withheld this information.)

"If my King's Landing heroes were here... how could I allow you to act so arrogantly here?" Apophis Breo stared at the Four Rings, who were also staring intently at him. If he were at least a sixth-rank, he wouldn't have had to resort to such a cowardly act as activating a forbidden protective spell.

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"Horin?" Roland was taken aback when he saw Knight Horin tumbling down from the griffin that hadn't even come to a complete stop.

"Lord Caslo! Lord Ajax! The Queen has ordered! Go to Lion's Territory immediately to provide support! The Ringwraiths have invaded Lion's Territory!" Ignoring Roland, Hollin headed straight for the two dragon riders.

“Alright!” Caslo and Ajax exchanged a glance and saw the seriousness in each other’s eyes. Without even bothering to greet Roland, they rode away on their dragons.

"Wait a minute? Hollin, explain yourself!" Roland, who hadn't even realized what was going on before his dragon rider ran off, finally stopped Hollin, who was about to take off, and asked.

"The remnants of the orcs attacked Lion's Territory!" Hollin said.

"Those trash can actually beat Apophis Breo and his group?" This really opened Roland's eyes. Just how useless is Apophis Breo? How could he be beaten so badly by weak orcs that he had to call for help?

“It’s a regular army! Orcs from Gambada Fortress! And the Four Commandments!” Hollin said solemnly.

"Omske! Assemble the troops! Kill him!" Roland was furious when he heard "Nine Rings." He hadn't settled the score with Uvasar yet; killing a Four Rings would be just as good as killing a Nine Rings for fun!
"Calm down! Calm down!" Omske quickly hugged Roland, who was preparing to mount his horse and charge.

“It’s too far, we won’t make it in time!” Omske said hurriedly.

"Get lost! I'm riding a dragon! Today, every single sixth-tier enemy in the Northern Territory must die!" Roland gritted his teeth, kicked away Omske who was holding him, and pulled out Doss from his arms!

Doss, who had been dragged out, was still a little confused. He stared at Roland with wide, innocent eyes, as if to say: You better be sick or something.
"Quick! Use your ancestral powers to deal with those Ringwraiths!" Roland said, ruffling Doss's hair with a murderous look on his face.

"Huh?" Doss was taken aback for a moment, then murmured softly.

"I don't need an adult form, a youth form will do, as long as it can carry me into battle!" Roland took out the Dragon Rider Lance, Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting, and this divine weapon, once used by the ancestor Osbaya, shone brightly in Roland's hands for the first time.

"Roar!" Dos's blue pupils flashed, and two giant white and gold dragon phantoms appeared behind him. As the two phantoms disappeared, a golden holy dragon with a body length of twenty meters appeared! Compared to his adult form of more than thirty meters last time, Dos was much smaller now.

"Roar!" Roland, who had just climbed onto the dragon's back, disappeared into the spatial rift along with Doss with Doss's low roar. Clearly, Doss had used spatial power to initiate a spatial jump!
"Huh? Wait for me!" Omsk was stunned. In the blink of an eye, Roland, the living person and the dragon, disappeared. This frightened Omsk so much that he immediately soared into the sky, and battle energy surged wildly from his body, propelling him through the air.

"Forget it... let's go back!" After flying for two minutes, Omske shook his head speechlessly. Seeing Roland traveling by space jump all the way, how long would it take him to get there? By the time he got there, he wouldn't even have time to eat hot poop.

"All! Destination: Swiftstream City! We're heading home!" Omske waved to the Lagrange Vanguard Knights after returning, clearly disheartened by Roland's failure to return; the king was lost again…