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

Chapter 861 Iron Horse Glacier Comes to Dream

"Hiss! How can the Goblin's crappy magician do this?" Elrond picked up a handful of dirt from the ground with a look of disbelief. Although the Goblins also have their own magicians, the birth rate is so high that even the Orc Shaman would cry. How could they raise a sage who can cast forbidden spells? Or put together a group of forbidden spell magicians?

"Aren't they the adults?" Lin De beside him asked puzzledly.

"It's hard to say who did it..." Elrond shook his head with some regret. Under the influence of the forbidden elemental turbulence, even using prophecy or reshaping skills he couldn't see clearly what happened in the past, so Elrond could only guess on his own.

"Who do you mean has hatred towards us and humans?" Elrond changed his mind, thinking about who the vested interests are if he can't figure out who the murderer is.

"Orcs?" Linde asked tentatively.

"Maybe it's them!" Elrond said to Lind as if he was talking to himself. After searching around, he found that the only ones capable of making such a big noise were the orcs. The orcs who own the vast northern lands have no shortage of high-end spellcasters. As long as they look carefully, they can always find all kinds of high-level professionals in the place in the northern wasteland that is like a breeding ground for poisonous insects!
"Then we might have to raise the alert level! The Raglan people are beating people all over the Misty Mountains like crazy, which must have completely angered the orcs... I'm afraid they will attack Rivendell!" Lind said worriedly.

"Just strengthen the alert. If those beasts really dare to come to Rivendell... I wish for nothing more!" Elrond narrowed his eyes. The large number of casualties among his people made the seemingly strong Elrond extremely sad! Those nearly a thousand elf elites! If you don't understand how painful it is, you can imagine Roland's expression after a knight group was carried away by the forbidden spell...

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"Rosgarburg? The Beorn could actually build a castle fortress here?" Aragorn was shocked as he looked at Rosgarburg with its back against the forest. In his impression, the Beorn were northern nomads like the Dunedain, and they basically didn't have any fixed cities. But the poor brothers back then actually built a castle fortress! Obviously, Aragorn was quite shocked.

"Well, after the King's Landing family entered the Old Pass area, the Beorn here stabilized. They began to develop villages and settlements, renovated Rosgar Castle, and settled down!" Legolas introduced.

"The Raglan have brought hope and vitality of resistance to this area. The Beorn are no longer fighting alone!" Legolas exclaimed.

"I can't wait to see this powerful kingdom!" Aragorn's eyes were full of longing. Now Aragorn was trying to learn to be a king, and Roland was his best answer.

(Roland: Oh! How can you compare with me? I, Roland, have achieved what I have today entirely thanks to my talent and hard work! System! Recruitment!)
You will not be disappointed!" Legolas patted Aragorn on the shoulder.

"Let's go! Let's go and try the Beorn's pastries. Many people praise their craftsmanship!" Legolas smiled.

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"Welcome! Dear travelers from afar!" In the warm and clean tavern, a Beorn cook wiped her hands and came over to greet the guests.

"What do you need, guests from afar? Maybe you need to dust off your clothes? Some barbecue to warm your hungry stomachs? Honey cakes can awaken your taste buds, and of course delicious beer can clear your thirsty throats?" The cook entertained warmly.

"Give me a plate of roast meat, two servings of honey cake, a portion of cream soup, and... two glasses of ale!" Legolas took off his hood, took out a purse from his arms and handed a silver coin to the cook.

"Ah! Respected Elf Ranger, welcome to the Big Belly Tavern!" The cook looked at the handsome Legolas in surprise. The elf's handsome face dazzled the cook.

"Thank you!" Legolas' warm smile immediately made the cook blush. She covered her face and quickly ran to the kitchen.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Aragorn smacked his lips teasingly.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense! Winter is coming soon, drink something hot to warm your body!" Legolas said in a daze while staring at the red-burning fireplace.

"It's very cold here in the north, young man! It's going to snow heavily soon!" The old man who was eating nearby looked at the two people wearing thin leather armor and smiled and advised.

"Yes! Thank you for your reminder!" Aragorn smiled friendly and raised the water glass in his hand.

"Your meal! Enjoy!" Aragorn turned around and saw the cook looking at Legolas with a loving face and said softly. "Ahem!" Aragorn coughed lightly.

"Thank you! Let's eat!" Legolas smiled and declined the cook's admiration, then smiled at Aragorn.

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After eating and drinking, the two walked out of the tavern, looking at the bustling northern people on the street and wandering around with some curiosity.

"Rattle, rattle!" Aragorn shook the rattle in front of him with interest.

"Huh? This is fun!" Legolas played with the wooden man in front of him whose limbs could move. Under his skillful hands, the wooden man changed into various postures.

"It's getting late today. We probably won't be able to continue our journey!" Legolas whispered as he looked at Aragorn who was having fun.

"Then shall we stay here tonight? I just saw that the tavern over there offers lodging!" Aragorn pointed in the direction of the tavern behind him.

"Okay! Then let's live here!" Legolas nodded.

"It's more lively here than I thought!" Aragorn exclaimed. It was unexpected that a city could be born on this land. After all, a city means stability and security. The original vagrants of Beorn were unable to build a fixed large city under the harassment of orcs.

"The cavalry of the Kingdom of Raglan crushed the backbone of the orcs. Those powerful knights conquered most of the North with their iron hooves. They protect all the tribes in the North!" Legolas looked at Aragorn calmly. Although he was an elf, he had to admit that humans were the dominant force in the North today. If the Knights of Raglan were the foundation of their existence, then the powerful Dragon Knights were their majestic superstructure, suppressing anyone who dared to offend!

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"Crackle!" The flames in the fireplace slowly rose, and the originally cold room gradually warmed up, which made the two of them couldn't help but relax.

"My two guests, please go to bed early. The nights here are very long!" After adding charcoal to the fireplace, the waiter retreated respectfully.

"Okay, thank you for your help!" The two nodded to the waiter and watched him close the door.

"Not bad. Although it's not exquisite and luxurious, it's clean!" Legolas patted the bed.

"Go to bed early, we have to go to work tomorrow!" Aragorn, who was a little tired, didn't care about these. After all, he had never been a pampered noble young master, and such conditions were already very good.

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"Whoosh~" a biting cold wind blew by.

"Kill!" A group of cavalry broke through the ice and snow in the white fog and rushed out. They waved their weapons and killed the orcs indiscriminately. The black blood melted the ice on the river bank.

"Father!" Aragorn's pupils shrank as he looked at the leading knight.

"Hey! Aragorn wake up!" Legolas' voice came faintly.

"What's wrong? Are you dreaming?" Legolas asked with concern, looking at Aragorn who was sweating all over his face.