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

Chapter 672 The Orc Army Arrives
To Apophis Breo's disbelief, this dwarven legion, though small in number, was equipped with terrifying gear. After all, no matter how small the dwarves were, the mithril plate armor each of them wore was insane enough. So far, only dwarves with mithril mines could produce such armor. No wonder the orcs couldn't defeat them; these iron cans were completely overwhelmed by their equipment. Even Roland wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

Of course, mithril isn't without its flaws. At least in terms of magic resistance, it's inferior to adamantium. Mithril is renowned for its defensive capabilities, while adamantium is known for its conductivity and magic resistance. If Balin could eventually forge some adamantium and mithril into a Sun-Moon Alloy, that would be quite something! Even if it didn't allow for unrestricted movement through orc armies, it would at least be a breeze!

"It's our family's wealth!" Balin seemed to see Apophis Breo's surprise and casually waved his hand to explain, after all, only the dwarf Moria's inventory could arm such an army.

Even if Roland collected all the Battanian archers' mithril armor-piercing hammers and melted them down, he could probably only forge a few dozen sets of armor. After all, the Battanian archers' mithril armor-piercing hammers only contained a portion of mithril, unlike the pure mithril plate armor that Balin had so extravagantly made! This armor is so tough that ordinary orcs couldn't even scratch it, and they would be exhausted to death by it.

"Great!" Linde's eyes lit up as he finally discovered the extraordinary nature of Balin's subordinates! They were incredible! They were practically the strongest meat shields!

"It will take them a while to regroup, Duke Apophis Breo, you and your troops can rest now!" Balin nodded kindly. After all, the dwarves had scattered the orc army once, and these orcs naturally needed time to regroup. However, everyone knows how inefficient orcs are, so it probably wouldn't be any good for a while...

Apophis Breo quickly arranged for the soldiers to eat and rest. Hot broth and fresh bread were delivered to everyone, and everyone took the opportunity to rest. Meanwhile, Balin stood on the city wall, watching the orcs gathering in the distance.

“Your Highness Apophis Breo, it seems your territory will have to be rebuilt!” Balin shook his head as he spotted the charred Lion Territory in the distance, Apophis Breo’s masterpiece.

Apophis Breo not only ordered the Lion Territory to be scorched and fortified, but also set fire to the entire Lion Territory, which is why Bahrain sees the charred Lion Territory as it is today.

“Of course! I set that fire myself!” Apophis Breo nodded, showing no sign of unease, and gave Bahrain a very calm nod.

"..." Balin couldn't help but give Apophis Breo a strange look. This guy seemed to be someone who could accomplish great things! After all, not everyone has the willpower to decide to burn their own territory, and Apophis Breo would rather burn it down himself than give the orcs any convenience.

"There was no other way. Pushing down the city walls and setting them on fire was a last resort. After all, my strength was not enough to fight the orcs there..." Apophis Breo was very self-aware. Although he had various forbidden spells, those dead things were ultimately not as reassuring as a living sixth-tier being.

"King Roland should be arriving soon!" Balin changed the subject, for only a dwarf who had lost his home twice knew how painful it was to abandon it with his own hands.

"To be precise, it's the kingdom's reinforcements. King Roland probably won't come, since the nobles won't agree!" Apophis Breo thought about Nyx's appearance and decisively shook his head. How could Nyx let Roland out? After all, Roland didn't have any children yet, and Nyx would never let Roland run wild outside.

"Your Highness! A magical communication from Swiftstream City!" Olaf ran up breathlessly and handed Apophis Breo a letter.

Apophis Breo glanced at the letter and stumbled. Good heavens! King Roland has resurfaced again? Huh? Why did I use the word "again"? Apophis Breo scratched his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Clearly, this letter was a plea from Nyx and all the nobles of Swiftstream City: Keep an eye on Roland! Keep an eye on Roland! Keep an eye on Roland! I'll say it three times because it's important! "What's wrong?" Balin frowned at Apophis Breo's pained expression.

"Could there be a problem with the kingdom's reinforcements?" Bahrain asked in a low voice, after all, this matter concerned the morale of the army, so he naturally couldn't make a big fuss.

"There's a problem. The background is too big; I can't handle it here..." Apophis Breo sighed, his eyes filled with despair. Roland didn't come to provide reinforcements; he came to act like a king!

“King Roland…” Balin immediately understood. The only one who could make Apophis Breo appear in such a half-dead state was probably Roland. Balin now understood why everyone didn’t want Roland to come out. It was because Roland had no offspring, which was devastating for a newly established kingdom! Especially for a race like humans that highly value bloodline inheritance.

"What are you talking about?" Lind came closer and discovered that the dwarf and Apophis Breo had been plotting for a long time.

"Go away! It's none of your business..." Balin waved his hand dismissively. The elves were just too idle, their long lives giving them plenty of time to indulge in their hobbies and listen to gossip. But clearly, the dwarves and humans didn't intend to share this with the elves. After all, the elves of the Valley weren't close to them. If it were Thranduil, they wouldn't mind sharing this secret.

"Uh..." Linde shook his head and shrugged, knowing he had made a fool of himself, so he didn't linger and turned to walk towards his tribesmen. Anyway, he wasn't under much pressure now. After all, with the arrival of the dwarven heavy infantry, the elves and humans no longer had to rely on their lives to carry the line. It felt like drinking ice water on a hot summer day, which made Linde feel refreshed!
"Be on guard!" Linde instructed as he patrolled the city wall. As a member of the reinforcements, he was quite professional and also helped correct the human soldiers' rough positioning and the half-baked sentries. Otherwise, Linde was really afraid that these sentries would be wiped out before the battle even started. After all, the militia's tactical skills were really rough. Calling them cannon fodder would be an understatement. If it weren't for this fortress blocking the way, Linde doubted whether they could withstand a charge from an orc.

"My lord, the orcs are making a move!" An elven ranger on lookout duty spotted the unusual activity of the orcs in the distance thanks to his excellent eyesight.

"Let me see!" Linde didn't stand on ceremony and quickly leaned forward.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This is troublesome! Tell the soldiers to get some rest, we're in for some fun tonight!" Linde said to the human, dwarf, and elf soldiers around him with a grim expression.

"Play?" Everyone stared at Linde in confusion.

"Go for it!" Bahrain appeared out of nowhere and said solemnly.

"Tonight may be tough, and countless people will not see tomorrow's sun, but it will be worth it! The kingdom's reinforcements will arrive at dawn!" Apophis Breo could only use lies to encourage everyone. Although he calculated that it would be around tomorrow, no one could rule out the possibility of an accident.

On the distant horizon, orderly "black torrents" rolled toward King's Landing Fortress, and the swirling war clouds in the sky gave people a sense of oppressive darkness, as if the city was about to be destroyed!