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

Chapter 812 The Lord is in action!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Little Apophis, bring up all the good wine and meat!" Old Leo said bluntly, staring at the fragrant bread in front of him and started eating.

"Oh! Damn! After running for a few years, I have either dried meat or roasted field mice every day! Occasionally catching a fish in the pond in the meadow is like celebrating the Dragon God Festival!" Old Leo sighed. How could he have time to eat something good when he was fighting wits and courage with those grandsons every day? In addition, the orc tribes in the wasteland were poorer than ghosts, which made it impossible for Old Leo to capture any useful food. Being able to pick out some to fill his stomach was the best result he could achieve.

"You're injured now, so why don't you stop drinking?" Apophis Breo said hesitantly.

"Bullshit! How could the old man survive without being rescued! It was only thanks to the wine that the old man could walk all the way back from the north!" Old Leo said without interruption. Although there was not much food for the orcs to eat, surprisingly, there were quite a lot of drinkable wines. Although the inferior potato wine was spicy and pungent, it could indeed warm people's bodies in the cold northern wilderness.

  "Good fellow... It's a miracle that you didn't drink to death!" Apophis Breo's eyes twitched. If you didn't die, I'm afraid the ancestors of the Junlin family in the underground would have been smashed to pieces by the Dragon God! You dared to drink low-quality wine in the snow after being cursed with death, good, good! I won't watch you if you're not here, Raglan!

"I'm blessed with a good life! By the way, who is the king of the royal family now?" Old Leo spat and then asked.

"The royal family? The royal family died long ago!" Dura shook his head and sneered.

"Yes, Your Majesty Leo, there is no royal family anymore!" Olaf also nodded.

"..." Old Leo was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning. He looked at the three people quietly, trying to figure out from their expressions whether they were playing a joke on him.

"There is no royal family now..." Apophis Breo nodded and said softly.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Old Leo covered his old face with his hands and burst into tears. The impact of this was no less than telling the old people that the Qing Dynasty had fallen. This made old Leo, whose mission was to revive the empire and the loyal royal family, stunned.

"The current king is King Roland of the Romanian royal family. He is stationed with his troops in the city of Lagrande. He just recaptured the old capital not long ago!" Apophis Breo told Old Leo.

"Good, good, good! Good recovery!" Old Leo nodded and praised.

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"Your Excellency Lord Ismir, I bring greetings from His Highness Nix!" Lance walked slowly over, holding high the bauhinia dragon flag that symbolizes the queen.

"Hello, Baron Lance! May you be well!" Ismir hurried out of the simple Windhelm Castle to greet Lance and his party. Ismir keenly discovered that the soldiers who came here seemed to be Queen Nyx's private soldiers. The powerful army led by the Cross Bauhinia Knights directly made the small Windhelm Castle crowded. "Stand on the spot!" Lance turned his head and ordered. It was obvious that the small Windhelm Castle could not accommodate these troops.

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  "Tsk! Are you crazy! You built this crappy place like a fortress?" Lance cried out in surprise after entering Ismir's castle. No wonder Windhelm Town became Windhelm City in the past few years without much expansion. It was more of a change from a town to a city in name. Now Lance finally knew what Ismir had done in the past few years!

This guy actually built a three-story castle with a full brick and stone structure, and madly abandoned comfort and versatility, all for the purpose of protection! The magic pattern bricks mixed in it told Lance that this thing might also have a shield function...

"Alas... It's difficult! I don't want to die! What else can I do except building a small castle?" Ismir shrugged. He didn't have any background like other nobles. It was difficult for him to keep his land as a pioneer lord with nothing! He was able to dominate the country for several years just by relying on the military power of the kingdom. But Ismir believed that the Ringwraiths were not idiots. As long as they calmed down and investigated, they would find that there were no high-level human professionals stationed in this gathering place. Maybe the Ringwraiths would be afraid of the professionals of the kingdom, but they could still pull out a mere outpost nail!

"To thank you for your efforts in the battle, Queen Nix, on behalf of the royal family, rewards you with 10,000 gold coins and 100 sets of brand new enchanted heavy infantry plate armor!" Lance finally got to the point. 10,000 gold coins are nothing. The real value is these 100 sets of enchanted infantry armor! This stuff is a good thing that money can't buy!

"The three primary enchants are self-healing, lightness and sturdiness. Although they are not rare enough, they are definitely practical! Seeing your current situation, I can give them to you with confidence!" Lance smiled.

"Huh? So you originally meant that you didn't intend to give it to me?" Ismir was stunned, a little at a loss.

"It's okay to tell the truth. I'm here with the order of Queen Nix. The ten thousand gold coins are a reward for your sacrifice. As for whether these enchanted equipment will be given to you, it depends on your development prospects. After all, the kingdom will not invest in a frontier that may be destroyed at any time!" Lance said it very bluntly, but Ismir agreed with it. As a frontier, you naturally need people to let others see the meaning and value of your existence. Nobles without ability are destined to be eliminated, and there is nothing wrong with the kingdom's approach.

"I see!" Ismir also felt relieved. After all, if the queen really gave him 100 sets of armor for no reason, Ismir would not feel at ease holding them. Who knows if the queen is going to send him on a "glorious" mission. Now Lance's words dispelled Ismir's concerns. As long as he was not being used as cannon fodder, it was fine.

"Okay, I'm leaving if everything is fine. Be careful and be alert. If anything goes wrong, light the signal and call for help immediately! General Renault is not the kind of person who would sit idly by and watch someone in need!" Lance whispered a few words.

  "By the way, I see you don't have enough manpower here. After the snow melts a little, you can go to the Rapid City to recruit some people. Many refugees outside the city have begun to migrate. They will go east along the Rapid Avenue!" Lance whispered in a low voice. After all, this can be done, but no one else can know about it. Those are Roland's people. It's like Lance is teaching Ismir to dig into Roland's corner... That's a question of nature and loyalty! The nobles can do it privately, but they can never put it on the table!

"Thanks for the advice!" Ismir nodded gratefully. Lance's inside information made things much easier for him. At least he knew where to work hard.

  Soon, Ismir had an idea in mind. After all, with the Queen's funding, Windhelm could expand its army. Although his knights were annihilated, his infantry was still intact! He could find a way to bring back some free people and recruit some freelancers from the kingdom, so that he could put together a large army to fight Dol Guldur!

After being beaten up by the Ringwraiths, Ysmir certainly wouldn't admit defeat. All he could think about was how many troops he could muster to fight against the orcs in Dol Guldur! Fear? There was no such thing in Raglan's dictionary!

Thanks to the bosses for the rewards and thanks to the book friends for their support!