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

Chapter 777 The Hand of the Flow!

"Who are you?" Van Erwei's voice came like a huge wave, and he casually shot an arrow in front of the team of the Swift Hand family. Obviously, Van Erwei also found that these people did not seem to be here to attack the city. After all, who would bring women and children to attack the city? The war in Middle-earth has not yet reached such a bottom line.

"Mogus, raise the flag!" The current patriarch Joltea turned and said to the family's guardian hero.

"Yes, sir! Chief Joltea!" The guardian hero Mogus immediately raised the banner of the Hand of the Stream. A light green banner of a hand caressing a river fluttered in the wind.

"Wow? What a strange flag!" Van Erwei asked curiously.

"Puff!" Omsk and Adolf Heinrich, who saw the flag clearly, both burst into laughter.

"I was ordered to come and take a look... Damn! The Hand of the Stream!" Darion Nightblade, who was ordered to come, glanced outside the city and started swearing.

"Resurrected from the dead?" Darian Nightblade suddenly turned his head and looked at Adolf Heinrich, his eyes full of confusion and ignorance.

"How should I know? Didn't this family disappear a long time ago?" The shock in Adolf Heinrich's eyes was no less than that of Darian Nightblade.

While the people above were arguing, Joltea had already come over with his people, and the group arrived at the foot of the city in a mighty manner.

"Vladivostok! Knocking on the door!" Joltea said with a dark face to the young man in gorgeous clothes behind him. As a rising youth of the Vladivostok family, he has excellent abilities and courage, and is the focus of the family's training.

"Hey! Who are you? The one in front of you is the great Vladivostok family of the Hand of the Rapid! This is the current patriarch, His Excellency Joltya. Which emperor is in power now? Why didn't you send anyone to greet us?" Vladivostok was obviously very displeased.

Van Erwei on the city wall looked at the people below with a surprised expression, and then looked at his colleagues who were at a loss. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Are all the people in Middle-earth so brave? Talking to others like this? The arrogance in his words made Van Erwei a little puzzled...

In fact, it's no wonder that Van Erwei was confused. After all, he didn't understand the high status of the Hand of the Flow to Lagran. How does the saying go? The emperor is the general of the Flow of the Flow! The general of the Northern Hand! As the Flow of the Flow family, which once controlled half of the internal affairs of the empire, they are indeed on an equal footing with the emperor in some aspects. Even the emperor has to greet these original shareholders of the empire with a smile.

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"What the hell? People are coming? Where are they now?" Roland asked Darien Nightblade hurriedly.

"Well, we didn't dare to stop them, so we let them in..." Darien Nightblade said to Roland hesitantly. After checking the authenticity, everyone was at a loss, including Adolf Heinrich. They didn't know what to do. They couldn't just turn a blind eye, right? The few people had no choice but to let them in first.

"Your Majesty!" Before Darien Nightblade could finish his words, a man rushed in and knelt on one knee to give Roland a big salute.

"Oh my gosh!" Roland was almost frightened to death by the sudden appearance of a stranger.

"Who are you?" Roland screamed, twisted, crawled darkly (crossed out), and pointed at the person who came, trembling.

"Your Highness, this is the patriarch of the Swift Hand family, His Excellency Joelstya!" Darion Nightblade said to Roland awkwardly. "... Hello, Your Excellency the Swift Hand, the Duke of Midgard, I am Roland, the current King of the Kingdom of Lagran!" Roland regained his composure and said solemnly to Joelstya.

"Hello, Your Majesty! It's a pleasure to meet you. The Hand of the Stream has finally found the meaning of its existence again!" Joltea's face showed a little more relief when he heard Roland's words, the Duke of Midgard. It was worth it that the two families worked hard for the damned Gouba royal family. At least the royal heirs did not forget them. The Duke of Midgard was the unique duke title of the Hand of the Stream family.

"Lagran will not forget you, the royal family and the royal family will not forget you, and the people... will not forget you either! You can walk on the land of the kingdom with your heads held high. You were once the most steadfast guardians of this country! The title of Duke of Midgard will always be valid for the Vladivostok family!" Roland stroked his chest and bowed slightly to Joltea in front of him. He knew that the man in front of him was one of the backbones of the empire in the past, and one of the few people in that era who had the ability and the desire to drag the empire back from the abyss.

"Thank you for your generosity... The Swift Hand family has failed the trust of the late emperor!" Joelstya choked up a little. As the choice of the emperor and the governor of the empire, the Swift Hand was responsible for steering this huge empire steadily. As a result, the empire capsized during his tenure...

"It's all in the past. By the way! I remember that the Swift Hand family shouldn't..." Roland hesitated and didn't say it clearly. After all, this family had lost every last bone and blood in the fight.

  "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but when there was no hope of restoring our country, we had no choice but to exile our entire clan into the void and wait for the appearance of the Empire's Restorers. We only returned to Middle-earth after receiving the news that the city of Lagrande had been reopened!" Joelstea said respectfully. Thanks to the empire's powerful magic research, the function of exiling people to sleep in space was also developed by those wise men. These magic technologies are undoubtedly no different from myths in today's Middle-earth!

"I see!" Roland knew about space exile, but he didn't expect the excuses the system gave were so reliable. Now Roland was not afraid of summoning other strange characters. He just wanted to know who was not dead at that time and fell asleep in the void!

"This is the family's guardian hero - the rock hero Mogus! Your Majesty!" Jolstea seemed to have thought of something and quickly pulled Mogus, who was behind him and lowered his head and touched his chest, over.

"Oh? Hello, Your Majesty Mogus!" Roland nodded as a greeting.

"By the way, I'm still the king now, so I can't be called Your Majesty..." Roland corrected Joltea with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Your Majesty is just a title. You are destined to become the Majesty of Lagrande sooner or later. Don't worry too much about it." Joelstya's words made Roland feel comfortable. It's good to be able to talk!

"Okay, go down and rest early. You just returned and need to adapt. I asked the kitchen to prepare some food. Just fill your stomachs!" Roland said to Joltea and the others.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Joelstea and Mogus bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

"By the way! Your Majesty, there is something else I have to give you!" Joltea took out three golden military tokens from his arms and placed them respectfully in front of Roland.

"What is this?" Roland narrowed his eyes and looked at Joltea in disbelief. After all, he also had this thing, and there were only five of them.

"This is the military token of the Royal Crossbow Guards! When the Vladivostok family evacuated, they took away 300 Royal Crossbow Guards. Now it's time to return them to their rightful owners!" Joelstia looked at Roland calmly.

"Actually, you can stay..." Roland said after a moment of silence. After all, with their status and achievements, the Swift Hand family could easily intercept this team.

"It was our original oath that the Hand of the Swift Current would not command an army, and the Vladivostok family will never break that oath!" Joltea touched his chest and saluted, then turned around and left without waiting for Roland to speak.

The Swifthand family returns!