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

"Good heavens! Slow down, Doss!" Roland said worriedly, lying on the dragon saddle. After all, Doss was jumping around in space like a man in heat, and Roland could clearly feel his stomach upset because of the constant high-speed spatial transformations.

At this moment, Roland probably had no idea that he had already successfully and far surpassed Caslo and Ajax. Doss's spatial leap was much faster than those two dragons that were flapping their wings...

Roland was immersed in the thrill of flying. As a true dragon knight, this was the first time he had ever ridden on a dragon's back. He had never ridden Dos before, since Dos was still a young dragon. To ride it, he would need to use the power of his ancestors and transform into his current form to possess them.

"Slow down..." Roland, who was holding onto the dragon saddle, finally couldn't hold back and vomited. With the constant distortion of space, Roland, who couldn't adapt to the dizzying environment, turned into a jetpack warrior...

"Wait!" Roland, who was controlling Doss, rolled off the dragon's back while covering his mouth in the forest and immediately started vomiting on the ground.

Roland vomited for a while before he recovered. As expected, being a dragon knight was not something an ordinary person could do. Having never received any dragon knight training, Roland could only say that he regretted it.

The seemingly cool dragon rider combat skills actually require a very high level of balance from the dragon rider. Doss's simple roll and soaring were already making Roland complain endlessly.

"Let's go!" Roland wiped his mouth and climbed back onto the dragon saddle. If he couldn't even conquer the sky as a dragon knight, he might as well break the contract and continue being a peasant.

"My friend? Are you alright?" Doss, whose mind was still very immature, had inherited the memories and knowledge of his ancestors, but his immaturity was still very obvious. In his mind, the Dragon Rider Contract was similar to a promise made between friends in a game.

"Huh? You can talk now?" Roland leaned back tactically, never expecting that Doss could actually speak!
"Yes, I can already speak in my youthful form." Doss proudly shook his exquisite and noble dragon horns. Once a dragon leaves its juvenile stage, all the structures of its body will mature, and at this time, it is normal for it to speak dragon language or human speech.

“Alright, Doss, let’s go!” Roland nodded.

"Where are we going?" Doss's human speech was clearly a bit awkward, so he switched to his most proficient language, dragon language.

"Lion Territory!" Roland, who had also learned the language of dragons, had no problem communicating with Doss.

"Okay!" Doss nodded his big head knowingly.

"Go!" Roland gripped the reins tightly.

"But...where is Lion's Territory?" Doss asked, twisting his long neck.

“Aba aba…” Roland stood there, stunned.

“Then what you just did…” Roland pointed bitterly at Doss.

“Oh? I was flying with those two of my kind just now!” Doss said matter-of-factly.

"What about them?"

"No way! They're so slow, so I'll just fly faster myself. The power of the ancestors can't last that long!" Dos shook his big head.

"..." Roland stared at Doss with a hint of despair.

"Now you know the Misty Mountains!" Roland thought for a moment and pointed out a general direction.

"Of course!" Doss proudly raised his head.

"Then let's head towards the Misty Mountains!" Roland ordered.

"But where are the Misty Mountains?" Doss scratched his neck, then paused, taken aback. "Don't you know?" Roland stared at Doss, wide-eyed.

“I know! I have all the maps of Middle-earth in my inherited memories, but I don’t know where it is!” Doss said confidently, spreading out one paw.

"What a genius!" Roland almost laughed out of anger. This was truly amazing. He now realized that having a map in one's mind and not knowing the location were not contradictory. It was like memorizing the map of China but not knowing where you were in a random wilderness.

"Then do you know where we are now?" Roland asked, narrowing his eyes and settling for second best.

"I don't know..." Doss wagged his tail innocently.

"Then where are we going?!" Roland said through gritted teeth. Well, he originally thought he would never get lost again in his life... It seems he was overthinking it. Look! He even got lost while riding a dragon.

Roland almost laughed out of anger. The first human king in Middle-earth's history to starve to death from getting lost was about to appear, and he was a holy dragon knight.

"Think of a way. Can you go back to where we started? Do you remember the spatial anchor point?" Roland knew that spatial jumps required a spatial anchor point, and skilled users of spatial attributes could go to their desired destination by finding the spatial anchor point.

"I forgot..." Doss said matter-of-factly. "I'm just a young dragon. What are you talking about? Do I have that much power? The power of my ancestors is not mine."

Roland now fully understands the unreliability of this ancestral power; indeed, excessive control of power is uncontrollable! Guess how outrageous the spatial power of Dos, the young Golden Holy Dragon who inherited the bloodlines of his father, a silver dragon, and his mother, a golden dragon, is? He travels by teleportation; heaven knows where they are now!

"System? Help me find out where I am?" Roland could only turn to his system daddy for help in the end.

"..."

Well, there was no hope in the system either. Somewhat helplessly, he put away the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant, having wasted his enthusiasm for being a dragon knight.

"Aren't we leaving?" Doss raised his tail and tilted his head.

"Go? To the Endless Sea?" Roland laughed in exasperation. At this rate of flight, everyone will be able to see the sea in no time.

"Whoosh!" Roland drew his Dragon Slayer Sword and took out his Holy Shield, Elial. After all, he could only rely on himself now; he couldn't count on Dos anymore.

"Let's go back to our original size, that way we can save some energy!" Roland shook his head helplessly.

"Roar!" A flash of white-gold light appeared, and a small dragon, about the length of an arm, slid into Roland's arms.

"Crack!" Roland sighed after cleaving a tree branch blocking his path with his sword, and trudged forward through the forest piled with countless decaying leaves.

"This place is either the Misty Mountains or the Dark Forest!" Roland grabbed a handful of decaying leaves and examined them. Only a large area of ​​forest could produce such a situation. In early spring, the forest had not yet sprouted, so Roland could not determine his location by the trees.

Fortunately, the sun began to set, and by following its trajectory, Roland managed to find his bearings. However, the next choice presented him with a dilemma...

The reason is simple: just look at Roland's current pathetic position. The northern part of the Misty Mountains is orc territory, and the southern part of the Dark Forest is also orc territory. Roland's allies are in Moria to the south and the Magic Forest to the north...

Half the accuracy rate is really dramatic. If you choose wrong, it's like starting a banquet. Roland did consider the east-west direction, but it's too far and takes too long.

However, what finally made Roland make up his mind was Dos in his arms. After glancing at the unreliable dragon in his arms, Roland decided to play it safe and chose to go west over north and south!
At least if you travel westward, you will definitely encounter settlements of humans, elves, and dwarves. The traces of civilization still linger in the west, and the invasion of darkness has not yet shattered western civilization.