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

Chapter 940 Why don’t you change your face?

"Are these the people of the empire?" Nix looked at the numb figures walking towards this side across the ice bridge, supporting each other.

"You don't look very well..." Roland nodded. After all, how good could you be after traveling day and night?

"I hope there won't be any civilian casualties..." Nyx held the pendant against her chest with tears in her eyes.

"..." Roland looked at the silver light in the ravine of Nyx, who was held in his arms, and shook his head without saying anything. How could there be no casualties in this journey of thousands of miles? Even the imperial army would suffer losses.

"Your Majesty, these people need emergency treatment!" Caslo landed and said anxiously to Roland.

"I have ordered the camp to start preparing food and hot soup! They should be able to catch up just in time!" Roland nodded to Kaslo.

"No, I think they still need medicine. Even the soldiers have frostbite, and the civilians may be in even worse condition!" explained Caslo.

"...Hmm?" Before Kaslo finished speaking, he saw Roland slowly take out a golden scepter from his arms. The scepter was inlaid with a huge sapphire... What is this? What shape is it?

"Darian, notify Lord Charlie Pross to come over! His Dragon God Glory has someone to promote it to!" Roland spoke slowly to the void behind him.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" The air behind Roland fluctuated for a while, and then fell into calm.

"I hope that charlatan won't let us down!" Roland raised his head and sighed softly.

"So what do you mean?" Nyx poked Roland's hand and pointed at the flashy and unusually sexy golden scepter and asked in confusion.

"Exercising divine power must appear professional!" Roland sounded like a charlatan and a pie-in-the-sky as soon as he opened his mouth.

"..." Nyx frowned, and then she realized that Roland was also a Paladin. In a sense, he was a perfect match for the priest with the scepter in his cosplay!

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"Go here! Don't crowd! There are hot meals there! And warm tents! Come as a family! Don't push and shove!" The soldiers from the kingdom held high the imperial dragon flag and guided the numb-looking people, placing them in tents prepared in advance.

"Pay attention to epidemic prevention and disinfection! Sprinkle more quicklime! Let the priests have nothing to do and cast a few more purification spells! You all must die to atone for causing the plague!" Duke Joltea, wearing the Grand Duke's Dragon Armor, shuttled through the crowd at noon, emitting the aura of a high-level professional. These civilians looked at him with fear and bypassed him.

"There is hot porridge ahead, don't worry, everyone stay calm!" Duke Jolstea commanded the large group of people to disperse into the entire camp.

"Why don't you let them into the city? Lagrande City isn't far from the camp, right?" Weiss looked at Roland in confusion.

"If these people get sick with an epidemic, the entire city will be caught in the plague. Why take a huge risk if we can avoid it in advance?" Nyx smiled.

"I see..." Weiss nodded in understanding. After all, plague is no small matter in the extraordinary world! When the plague spreads, magic is not omnipotent!

... "Your Majesty!" Darion Nightblade whispered.

"Has the notice arrived?" Roland looked at Darien Nightblade and asked.

"Sir Charlie Pross is on his way and will be here soon!" Darien Nightblade nodded.

"Okay, go find the leader of this team! Ask him to come see me! I'm very curious about this Grand Duke of the East!" Roland said to Darien Nightblade. He was very curious about what this so-called Grand Duke of the East was like. After all, he was one of the electors! Apophis Breo was quite sensible, but he didn't know what the Grand Duke of the East was like.

"As you wish, Your Majesty!" Darion Nightblade touched his chest and saluted Roland, then stepped back.

Roland grinned helplessly as he watched Darion Nightblade leave. Logically, a country is made up of a large number of civilians, a majority of small nobles, and a small number of great nobles.

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"Are you the Grand Duke of the East? The Wind Family?" Darion Nightblade glanced at the family emblem on Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo's chest. The flying wind dragon was shining, noble and elegant! After all, this emblem symbolized the powerful Grand Duke's family!

"I... am Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo, and your Excellency is..." Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo was startled by the sudden appearance of the Creed Assassin Darion Nightblade.

"I am Darion Nightblade, the king's guard! I have been ordered to summon you to an audience!" Darion Nightblade nodded to Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo.

"Okay! Please introduce me!" Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo nodded in understanding. After all, as the Grand Duke of the East, the Wind Family has returned, and the current rulers of the Empire will definitely pay attention to it. After all, whether in name or blood, Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo is a shareholder and one of the electors of the Empire. Although he does not have the original shares like the Double Fist Family, as an old shareholder, no matter who he is, he must give some face! After all, he was dining at the table with the royal family back then!

"Your Highness..." Okrien Liukin behind him grabbed the cloak of Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo, with a questioning look in his eyes, indicating that he would go with Grand Duke Yasuo.

"Okay, this hero can come with us too!" Darion Nightblade said casually after seeing the little movements of the Ryukyu Swordsman behind Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo. After all, two level 6 heroes can't turn the tables against King Roland! The assassination master is right in front of them, and with the high-level combat power beside Roland, they will be killed!

"Um... this is Okrien Ryukin, the Swordmaster of the Wind Family!" Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo explained. Swordmasters are so high-class! There are many heroes everywhere, but there are not many Swordmasters!

"I see! Excuse me!" Darion Nightblade nodded and apologized to the Ryukyu Sword Saint. He had just thought that this thing was very capable. Well, this guy is really something! The Sword Saint's inheritance is not ordinary, especially the group of old six of the Gale Family...

"Norman! Go and ask Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz to go with us to meet His Majesty!" Grand Duke Ochrian Yasuo ordered the knight commander behind him.

"Al-Tigrand Franz... Marquis? Are the Franz family members with you?" Darien Nightblade obviously knew the reputation of that family. After all, the name of Franz Bank was known throughout the empire! One of the few magical merchants and nobles who could squeeze money out of the nobles!

There is no time to feel sad for the Wind Family, because coming to us next is the Imperial Grandet, the business genius, the Middle-earth banker, the nightmare of the small nobles, the royal loyal dog, the Emperor's walking will, the Emperor's iron abacus, the expedition general manager, the inventor of nine escapes and thirteen returns - the Franz family!

"Beggar... Beggar?" When Darian Nightblade saw the gray and black cloth clothes of Marquis Al Tigrand Franz, he could not hide the shock in his heart. Darian Nightblade said nothing, but just kept yelling "Baba Aba" with his mouth!

"Huh? How rude! I am the hereditary marquis recognized by the emperor! How dare you insult me?" Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz's face changed.

"This is the king's guard envoy..." Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo whispered behind him.

"Oh! It's really a mountain torrent that has washed away the Dragon Temple! I've heard so much about you!" Al Tigrand Franz suddenly smiled and held Darian Nightblade's hand.

Make up for yesterday, another update in the evening.