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

Chapter 704 Autumn Harvest of the Third Era, 2944
"It seems our plan can proceed!" Roland said excitedly, gazing at the endless wheat fields outside the city.

"..." Yun Feng's lips twitched. Whatever makes you happy. After all, you're more of a headache than a vampire; even capitalists would weep! These ten sets of knight's armor are covered in the sweat and tears of the great sage Yun Feng...

"This year should be a bumper harvest, right? Isn't this grain enough?" Darian Nightblade looked at the "rolling waves" of wheat with some surprise, after all, he really couldn't imagine how much grain the entire kingdom needed to consume in a year.

“It looks like a lot, but it’s actually quite short!” Before Yunfeng and Roland could speak, Omske, who was standing there in a daze, said dejectedly. It seemed that the food problem in the entire Lagrange had never stopped since the kingdom was founded!
“Yes, we still need to buy! After all, we need to leave some emergency food reserves for Ismir and Apophis Breo!” Roland nodded. Ismir’s population problem isn’t too big right now; it just means they’ll consume a few more bags of food. But Apophis Breo’s harvest this year is at least halved, which is a real blow! The amount of food needed for the thousands of people in the entire Lion Territory is no small sum! Although King Elon promised to provide aid to Apophis Breo, it’s always more reassuring to have our own people on the side.

“That’s true.” Darian Nightblade nodded knowingly. Of course he knew how badly Apophis Breo’s Lion Territory had been beaten! It’s no exaggeration to say that they were practically brainwashed! This battle had completely destroyed the Lion Territory’s war potential for the next few years. Apophis Breo would have to keep a low profile for a long time to come.

"It's already September, and the autumn harvest is just around the corner! The weather has been great lately, with bright sunshine. The army, which has been idle all summer, should get moving!" Roland said calmly, looking at the sky.

"Omske, get the soldiers on high alert! I don't want any foolish enemies to intrude into the kingdom and affect the autumn harvest!" Roland gave a direct and forceful order. The autumn harvest is a race against time. If a series of autumn rains comes, the wheat that hasn't been harvested yet will be wasted. So, taking advantage of the clear skies and cloudless weather, packing and storing the wheat is the most important thing!

“Yes, Your Highness! Starting tomorrow, all soldiers will be on combat patrol! I guarantee that every inch of land will be under the protection of our soldiers!” Omske pounded his chest and said solemnly.

"Hmm, I believe in your loyalty, but I don't believe in the orcs' bottom line!" Roland's face darkened as he thought of unpleasant things. He eventually learned about the battle in the Dark Forest. The Star Elves had informed the entire alliance of the battle situation, which made Roland realize that the Dolgodo orcs had once again set their sights on the Kingdom of Lagrang! Roland hadn't even dealt with them yet, and these bastards had already targeted him? If Iovia hadn't led the Star Elves to give them a good beating in the Dark Forest, Roland probably wouldn't even know that a wolf scout was watching him.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, not a single orc will appear alive before you!" Omske said firmly. The Lagrang Kingdom's military strength has greatly increased, and it is no longer the small force that orcs could easily bully. If the Lagrang Kingdom really pushes them too far, they are fully capable of building an orc fortress with human lives! Just tell me, aren't Gambada and Dolgodo afraid?

"Give my regards to my brothers. They'll have to work hard these days!" Roland nodded. The Lagrange Kingdom, left with no other choice, had to deploy infantry to fill the long defensive line! Ultimately, they were suffering from a shortage of cavalry. While Roland had no shortage of horses, he lacked the food to sustain them! Did he really think giving a horse a handful of hay would be enough? Without eggs, soybeans, and wheat to supplement their nutrition, the horses would lose weight faster than you would lose weight! You wouldn't expect a bunch of skinny horses to lead a fully armed cavalry charge, would you?
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This year's autumn harvest was peaceful. The entire North was quietly harvesting its crops, and everyone was working without interfering with each other. Whether it was Vale, Lagrange, or Akvia on the other side, everyone was racing against time! The orcs were also quite astute, as they hadn't bothered them for a long time. Apart from a few starving, mindless orcs from the wasteland who recklessly charged into the orderly gun formation, the real orc elites did not appear...

Thanks to the Forbidden Spell War at Old Pass! This battle cemented Lagrange's fame! If the dragon riders merely troubled the Nazghun, then this barrage of forbidden spells truly instilled fear in them! Coupled with the near-collapse of the Nazghun trio at Gombard Keep, the Nazghun's attitude towards the Kingdom of Lagrange became even more cautious… What Roland didn't know was that he had almost crippled the Witch-King of Angmar in this battle, which was the main reason the Witch-King of Angmar returned to Mordor. Already wounded, the Witch-King of Angmar suffered further injuries in this forbidden spell duel. After much deliberation, he finally decided to return to Mordor to welcome his king back to the world!
With the last grain stored away, Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief. All that remained was drying and hulling the grain; the wheat would be for the people, and the bran could be used to supplement the horses' diet! With the new grain in hand, Roland felt much more confident. After all, he hadn't dared to make any big moves before. The kingdom's fragile economy simply couldn't support Roland's ambitions, comparable to those of Li Er and Zhu Si. Months of being cooped up in the castle had driven Roland almost to madness! His days consisted of nothing but riding, hunting, and playing with Nyx…

Now that Roland has a food supply as a foundation, he dares to set his sights on the southern lands again. However, it's clear that Roland is the kind of person who has high aspirations but low capabilities. The Kingdom of Lagrange currently lacks both military strength and infrastructure to allow Roland to expand his territory. Coupled with severe constraints on productivity, King Roland's southern expedition plan has once again fallen through...

"Ugh, so boring!" Roland slumped onto the table. Why didn't some orc suddenly jump out and declare war on him? That way, he'd have a legitimate reason to go out and vent his frustrations! After all, Roland's kidneys were getting tired of staying home all day studying human anatomy with Nyx!
"Bang!" The door was rudely kicked open. Roland raised his eyelids, intending to deliver a few words of greeting with extremely high slang, only to find that it was his appointed Grand Duke of Lordaeron, Valwy, who rushed in in a great hurry.

"What's wrong? Did your wife give birth? Why the rush?" Roland teased patiently, after all, it was rare for the elegant Elf King to be so irritable.

"You still ask what's wrong? It's a matter of life and death! Your mercenaries are going on a killing spree in the south!" Verway stared at Roland in shock.

"You don't know?" Verway probed.

"What should I know? What happened?" Roland was completely bewildered.

"A southern orc clan crossed the Swiftflow River intending to settle on the Lagrange Plains, but they were discovered by those top goblin scouts. Your general, Omske, has already led the goblin knights to hunt them down!" Verway said bitterly, his face contorted. He had been conscripted by Omske for being too close to these people that day, and now these goblin knights, bloodthirsty as they were, had joined Omske on their way to the south bank. Sensing that things were spiraling out of control, Verway hurriedly ran towards Swiftflow City...

At this moment, on the north bank of the swift current, a group of goblin knights clad in chainmail are chasing after the orc clan they have just scattered.

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