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

Chapter 629 Verwey is shocked
“Your Highness… this thing?” Omske stared at the giant tree that was constantly moving in front of him, lost in thought.

The thirty-meter-tall ancient war trees were as tall as a ten-story building, their trunks covered in hard, petrified bark, with countless branches extending from their main trunks, their canopies covering tens of thousands of square meters! They cast a shadow directly onto the earth! Several thick roots at the base of the trunks tumbled through the soil, propelling this behemoth as it slowly moved! As the three ancient war trees moved side by side, a powerful sense of oppression immediately overwhelmed everyone. Even Omske, a sixth-tier hero, couldn't help but grip his spear tightly; the suffocating sight made him frown.

"Greetings! Venerable One!" The leading ancient war tree suddenly opened its eyes, its withered mouth parted, and spoke.

"Damn it!" Omske suddenly swung his spear and instinctively blocked Roland's path, clearly the War Tree had triggered his automatic defense mechanism.

"Something's not right!" Omske narrowed his eyes. Logically speaking, he wouldn't easily make a conditioned reflex.

"Slap!" Roland patted Omsk on the shoulder as he looked at him deep in thought, startling Omsk so much that he almost flew off his feet.

“Don’t be surprised, it’s normal for it to trigger your senses! They are ancient war trees, and they naturally come with sonic attacks!” Roland smiled.

Although the War Tree controlled its sound waves to be harmless while speaking, the energy of the sound waves still washed over Omske's body. As a sixth-tier hero, Omske's body instinctively reacted with a protective reflex. After all, his body had never experienced such a sonic baptism before.

“Ancient Tree of War? This isn’t an Elf’s…” Omsk stared at Roland in surprise, pointing at him with a puzzled look on his face. The title of Venerable was reserved for people of very high status within the Elf race, and the Ancient Tree of War, as one of the three treasures of the Elves, naturally shared the same custom as the Elves.

“They could be considered part of the Empire’s forces…” Roland narrowed his eyes and pondered the descriptions of these ancient war trees before finally giving Omsk a reasonable explanation.

“These ancient war trees are the guardians of Lordaeron, and they have traveled here to find us!” Roland thought about the system’s introduction. After all, the system was not something made up out of thin air, but rather a creation with reasonable explanations. For example, these ancient war trees were the guardians of the Lordaeron half-elves. However, there were no Lordaeron half-elves in this Middle-earth, but that did not prevent Roland from making a reasonable explanation.

"Lordaeron?" Omske suddenly realized. He knew about Lordaeron, after all, the kingdom still had 50 Lordaeron half-elf rangers. The Duchy of Lordaeron was once a powerful border barrier for the empire. The Duke of Lordaeron was loyal to the emperor and guarded the eastern part of the Rune region for him. This place once became the front line of the empire's border. The powerful Lordaeron rangers and the slightly less capable Lordaeron knights fought a fierce battle with the Eastern Barbarians in the woodlands for hundreds of years, and the ancient war trees of Lordaeron became famous throughout the world.

"You guys have had a tough journey!" Omske's lips twitched. Encountering the Ancient Tree of War, who had traveled so far, on the outskirts of Rapids City was truly a stroke of luck. Just as Omske was marveling at their good fortune, Roland secretly chuckled. There were no such coincidences; it was all just a scheme and calculation.

"Yo! King Roland! Lord Omsk!" Speak of the devil! Just as Roland and Omsk were talking, Verway appeared before them with a few leaps.

"Hello, Verway!" Roland waved with a smile, but in his mind he was thinking about how to trick this kid into working for him.

"Huh? What brings you here, kid?" Omske was quite surprised by Valwy's appearance. After all, everyone knew that this Elven King was either holed up with the centaurs or in Stream City, and his level of reclusivity was no less than Thranduil and Eovia. This led everyone to speculate whether all Elven Kings had a bit of a reclusive streak. (Seriously! The long lifespans of the elves make all Elven Kings quite reclusive... Have you ever seen an Elven King go out for a stroll for no reason?)

"I sensed a familiar life force! It's the kin of the goddess of nature!" Verway exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh? How come there are three trees this tall... Holy crap! Ancient Trees of War! Ah~" Verway was stunned by the surging life energy before him the moment he looked up. First glance: Such surging life force and natural energy! Second glance: This tree looks so familiar! Third glance: Good heavens! Ancient Trees of War!

"Hmm! Our foundation!" Roland winked meaningfully, leaving the rest to Verway's imagination.

"How is this possible..." Verway exclaimed in disbelief. These were three ancient war trees! Not only did the grassland elves never have such things in their entire lives, but even the star elves and forest elves didn't have them!
The Magic Well is the inexhaustible source of the spirits' power, the Tree of Life is the producer of that source, and the Ancient Tree of War is the bulwark of it all! The Tree of Life replenishes the Magic Well's energy, while the Ancient Tree of War requires the Tree of Life to accumulate over time, allowing the Water of Life to condense into armor resembling rock skin to cover its body. Finally, the Ancient Tree of Life, completely covered in "bark" armor formed from the Water of Life, will no longer produce the Water of Life and will instead have a new name—the Ancient Tree of War!
The Ancient Tree of War is a mobile fortress for the Elven race. It's incredibly difficult to completely destroy one; even a dragon siege would take a long time! Its only drawback is slightly lower fire resistance, but it's not easily burned. After all, it's covered in armor formed from solidified life force! You might not even be able to outlast the Ancient Tree of War in terms of healing... What's even more infuriating is that elves with maxed-out affinity for nature are practically immortal standing on the Ancient Tree of War. Unless you instantly annihilate the elven guards on the Ancient Tree of War, they'll show you what it means to be: Ancient Tree heals Ancient Tree, Ancient Tree heals Elf, Elf heals Ancient Tree, Ancient Tree heals Elf... The dense, solidified life force makes it impossible for the elven soldiers on it to kill it; as long as they can breathe, they'll be fully healed in the next second.

None of you know what's going on! The enemy elf opened their Blood Pool right in their face! And the attack power of that Blood Pool is enough to instantly kill a Tier 6 being!

The true Middle-earth version of the Advent of the Trees! The War Tree's attack method is very simple: it shoots out vines and then... no, it wraps the vines around, directly draining the life force of the trapped person! Although it's difficult to catch anyone, once you are caught, hehe! Then you're in for a lot of trouble!
"You'll have a bright future following me!" Roland proudly pointed to the three ancient war trees that were bowing down to him. To be honest, when Roland first saw that these things were worth six honor points each, he thought it was a bug. After all, the value of an ancient war tree was much higher than a sixth-tier unit. But the three ancient war trees weren't even worth as much as the worst sixth-tier professional... However, Roland eventually figured out why they were so cheap. This thing had a drawback: it was essentially just a slow-moving defensive fortress. Its main damage output came from the elven soldiers stationed on it... The problem was, Roland didn't have any pure-blooded elven soldiers!

"Mmm!" Verway nodded involuntarily as he looked at the ancient war tree.