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

Chapter 863 Cyclops
"No need... There are no dragon knights in Lagrande City that need training... Okay, there's nothing for you to do now, leave now!" Roland said with a dark face. He was not one for formalities, so there was no need to drag his subordinates over to make trouble.

"Oh." Darion Nightblade nodded and then slowly disappeared in front of Roland.

"Aragorn... Tsk!" Roland couldn't help but shook his head when he thought of the Aragorn recorded in history. He guessed that Aragorn and Legolas were hiding in the woods at this moment.

"Help me summon His Excellency Adolf Heinrich!" Roland clapped the bell next to the table. The jingling bell immediately attracted the servants waiting at the door.

"Okay, Your Majesty!" The servant lowered his head after looking at the surroundings.

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"Your Majesty!" Adolf Heinrich soon came in front of Roland, holding a bundle of white papers in his hand and rushing over in a hurry.

"What? You look like you're busy?" Roland smiled as he looked at the paper in Adolf Heinrich's hand. Compared to the disgusting parchment in Middle-earth, the white paper given by our system can capture people's hearts more!
"Well, let's get ready to post the notice!" Adolf Heinrich waved the stack of papers in his hand.

"What's new? A new law? How come I didn't know about it?" Roland looked at Adolf Heinrich curiously. After all, before the establishment of the Imperial Parliament, the promulgation of various measures required the king's approval.

"No! A group of direwolves came to the wilderness, and our knights are driving them away. We just notified the surrounding gathering places and Dragon Cliff Castle to be on guard!" Adolf Heinrich shook his head.

Roland was relieved after hearing this. Although the inner city of Lagrande had not been fully built, settlements of various sizes had begun to appear in the surrounding areas. A large number of wooden houses and thatched houses had sprung up. It was estimated that tens of thousands of people lived in this area. It was obvious that Adolf Heinrich wanted to notify the residents here.

"What do you want from me?" Adolf Heinrich just then remembered to ask Roland why he was looking for him.

"Look, winter is coming soon. How are our winter supplies? Do we have enough hay and food? How about cloth? Do the residents of the kingdom have enough supplies?" Roland asked.

"I'm not too sure about the situation in the Rapid City area, as Duke Jorstea and Yun Feng are managing it. But the area around Lagrande City is definitely well-stocked! We've started stockpiling all kinds of supplies since the summer..." Adolf Heinrich said with a smile on his face.

"We have a lot of war horses and we need a lot of fodder. If it's not enough, we should harvest some now before the snow covers the ground!" Roland murmured as he looked at the sky outside where snowflakes were beginning to float.

"Don't worry, the war horses won't lose weight! We have stockpiled a lot of beans and dried vegetables! What I'm more worried about now are the people than the war horses!" Adolf Heinrich said somewhat embarrassedly.

"The conditions in ordinary residents' homes will be very poor. There are no fresh vegetables in winter, and their only food is pickles, bread and bacon soup!" Adolf Heinrich said with some emotion. After all, the conditions in the kingdom were not good, and it was impossible to supply fresh fruits and vegetables to the residents.

"Not bad. Let them prepare more dried vegetables and pickled vegetables. As long as no one starves to death, we'll be lucky!" Roland didn't feel unsatisfied. Compared with the first two years when he came, Roland's military-civilian ratio was basically a world-destroying war. If it weren't for the system, people would probably eat each other!
"That's fine. As long as those storage facilities and warehouses don't explode accidentally, the residents of the kingdom will have no worries about food and clothing this winter! I'm talking about the area around Lagrande City!" Adolf Heinrich nodded and assured, and casually made a patch so that he wouldn't be humiliated in case the people in Rapid City pulled him in.

"Another thing is that there is a small problem in Baron Ismir's frontier!" Adolf Heinrich turned around and said to Roland as if he remembered something.

"Tell me about it. What happened to that guy? I remember him as being quite smart. Who did that to him?" Roland was a little curious. After all, it seemed that Ismir, the pure-blooded Lagrande ruffian, had never suffered any loss, right?

"Well, a group of wandering Cyclops accidentally broke into their pioneer territory and stole Baron Ismir's cattle and sheep..." Adolf Heinrich said awkwardly. "And then what? Don't tell me Ismir just swallowed his anger and let it go?" Roland raised his head to signal Adolf Heinrich to continue. After all, Ismir was not someone who would suffer any loss.

"No, now the entire army is fighting against the Cyclops... How can he suffer? Stealing a few of his sheep is the same as killing him..." Adolf Heinrich did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Let Renault help us, don't let this kid go to waste!" Roland scolded with a smile. Raglan himself didn't cause trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of trouble. If Sauron was blind and came in person, Roland wouldn't mind splashing blood on his face!

"Well, General Renault knows his limits..." Adolf Heinrich nodded, and at the same time thought to himself that Baron Ismir did not seem to be someone who would be easily taken advantage of.

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"So this thing has no blood relationship with you?" Ismir made a joke during the fight to liven up the atmosphere.

"Heh! What does mixed blood have to do with us? We are half-giants! These things are more like uncivilized beasts!" Ymir complained.

"Your relatives are so strong! It would be a shame if they don't go and move bricks!" Ismir sneered. If there had been a group of Cyclops laborers when Windhelm City was being built, the efficiency would have been so high.

"Dream on! How can you limit these four or five meter tall guys?" Ymir complained.

"Roar!" A deafening roar interrupted the quarrel between the two.

"The bastard is coming?" Ismir looked at Ymir. After all, Ymir, who was nearly three meters tall, could see much farther than he could.

"Just look at the noise and you'll know that thing is coming!" Ymir pointed to the big trees that kept falling and breaking in the distance. Can you guess why those trees were leaning? Was it because they didn't want to stand up?
"All troops on alert! General Ymir's poor relatives are here to visit! Everyone, please treat them well!" Ishmir raised his staff and was ready for battle.

"I...you!" There was visible disgust and contempt in Ymir's eyes. She had already told them not to confuse them with these brainless big-eyed guys.

"Hahaha!" The soldiers of Windhelm burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere before the battle was relieved a lot. This made the perceptive Ismir breathe a sigh of relief. After all, facing the huge Cyclops, the soldiers' tense nerves might collapse and trigger a chain reaction.

"Roar! Crack!" Accompanied by a roar, a head with sparse hair on top emerged from the smoke and dust with wood chips flying all over its head.

"Shoot!" Ismir waved his hand, and several light crossbows behind him were immediately activated, and several spear-like crossbow arrows flew out.

"Bang!" A stone axe as tall as a person smashed the crossbow arrow, and then rushed towards the phalanx with a roar.

"Ah!" But not everyone is so lucky. A big-eyed handsome boy was pierced by a crossbow arrow. The strong stagnation force brought by the thick skin, muscles and fat made the crossbow arrow lose its power and stay in its body. The pain made the big-eyed boy cry out.

"Get ready to engage the enemy!" Sweat broke out on Ishmir's palms.