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

Chapter 983 The Goblin Knights are moving in!

"God-defying!" Kaslo muttered, and walked out with his head down...

For a moment, it was unclear whether he was talking about Vervet or Roland. The more likely possibility was that it was both. As the best cattle and horses in the kingdom and one of Roland's most loyal lackeys (because the loyalty of Marquis Al-Tigerand Franz was touching), although Caslo complained verbally, he was still very honest in his body.

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"Bang!" The door was pushed open in an instant. Before Roland, who was writing and drawing on paper, could see who was coming (he also complained about parchment, saying it was expensive and inconvenient, and it seemed to have no special features except for being pretentious...), a fiery red figure stood in front of Roland.

"Your Majesty, does this job have to be done by Kaslo? His injury hasn't healed yet!" Ajax rushed in angrily, put his hands on the table in front of him and roared at Roland.

"...Calm down, calm down. This is to let him go out and stretch his muscles. He's bored staying in Lagrande City all the time. It's a good opportunity to let him go out and look for Vanerwei and the others. There's no danger or big deal. Don't worry, don't worry!" Roland stretched out his hands to cover his face and said humbly.

"He's a dragon rider with a strong recovery ability, and wind dragons can run fast, so it's perfect to give this task to him. It can save the manpower of a dragon rider and deploy it to other places..." Roland explained. After all, there are many places that need manpower, and Roland still needs to be thrifty with high-end combat power. For this kind of non-dangerous task, Roland simply let Caslo, who is still recuperating, do the trip.

"Well, if he has something wrong, you'd better give me a reasonable reason to explain it!" Ajax said and turned away without waiting for Roland to speak.

"...Tsk tsk tsk! The aura of the Anthony family is different. They are indeed an old-fashioned noble family that can even show disrespect to the king!" Roland was amazed but not annoyed. Only Darian Nightblade, who was faintly visible in the light, closed his eyes with an expression that said, "I heard and saw nothing."

Roland didn't care about the reaction of Darien Nightblade, who was hiding and serving beside him. He just thought about when he would complete his main task. After all, it was quite difficult to build a city that could pass the system certification. He still needed to work hard to get the reward...

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"Hurry, hurry, hurry! The relief food from the kingdom! Come and get it! Come and get it!" Ismir happily called on the residents to line up to receive food and various daily necessities. Because the war had devastated Windhelm Territory, the finances of Windhelm Territory were severely damaged. The kingdom urgently mobilized a batch of supplies from the inventory of Rapid City for supply. It can be said that except for the constant fluctuation of the security red line of food, the kingdom was rich in other items! (After all, Roland signed in and got a lot of sundries, and there was no shortage of clothes and farm tools!)

"Goodness! It seems like we're not at a loss..." Ymir said with emotion as she looked at the mountains of clothing, utensils, farm tools and bags of grain.

"Yes! In addition to the heavy losses of soldiers..." As he spoke, the smile on Ishmir's face disappeared. Ymir also keenly realized that she had said the wrong thing and smiled awkwardly.

"There are less than a hundred survivors in the entire city... It's so painful!" Ymir's heart was bleeding. The death of those elite soldiers directly affected the operation of the territory, and there was a large gap in the territory's defense.

"Hello! Baron!" A goblin wearing a full set of knight plate armor appeared in front of Ismir.

"Hello, knight!" Ismir gave him due courtesy. Although Goblin Knights were not considered top-notch soldiers, their sufficient numbers and the kingdom's sophisticated equipment gave these fearless Goblin Knights the capital to defend against other professionals.

"What are you doing here?" Ishmir asked curiously. Almost all of his Goblin Knights had died because they were loyal to him and fought so hard that their mounts were all killed. So Ishmir mercifully terminated their contracts and restored their status as free mercenaries. After all, it was really a waste of life to let these Goblins who didn't even have mounts go to the battlefield. Ishmir spent gold coins to hire Goblin Knights, who had been loyal to him until the last moment. There was no need to embarrass those Goblins who had become infantrymen...

"Your Majesty is so merciful that two Goblin Knights have been reorganized for you. Those Goblin mercenaries whose freedom you have restored are also willing to continue fighting for you, so the tribe has equipped them with mounts and equipment so that they can rejoin the team!" The leading Goblin Knight performed a somewhat funny knight's salute, but Ismir did not find it funny at all. Instead, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Your Majesty is thoughtful. Thank you for your kindness! Welcome back, my knights!" Ismir first praised Roland, and then welcomed the knights. The arrival of these knights at this moment made the defense gaps of Windhelm Territory less vulnerable. "Have the civilians not returned yet?" The Goblin Knight looked around and found that only a few militiamen were cleaning up the wreckage. A large pit had been dug outside the city, and the bodies of the orcs were piled in it.

"...It's obvious that civilians should not enter here. Any plague can take their lives!" Ymir and Ishmir looked at each other and said.

"Do you need help, sir? We can lend a hand!" The Goblin Knight Captain looked at the goblins ready to go behind him and said calmly.

"Of course, we need manpower to clean up the ruins, otherwise the people will not be able to return..." Ismir shrugged to indicate the danger of these broken walls and ruins.

"It is our responsibility to serve you, but... why are they wearing armor?" The Goblin Knight Captain pointed at the militiamen who were moving bricks in confusion.

"Roar!" An orc covered in blood suddenly emerged from the ruins. The militiaman who was cleaning up the ruins nearby drew his sword and stabbed the orc's weapon without any surprise.

"Ugh..." The orc's thin iron armor could not block Raglan's exquisite standard steel sword. The orc who was stabbed through fell to the ground twitching.

"Well..." Ymir shrugged and smiled awkwardly, her face full of speechlessness. This was why the soldiers wore armor. During the battle, many orcs fled into the ruins of the houses to avoid the dragon's breath. The danger of the collapsed ruins during the cleanup was far more than the ruins themselves. The orcs hidden in them were the source of the threat.

"Understood!" The Goblin Knights looked at each other and nodded.

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"My lord, they are quite smart!" Harrow said thoughtfully as he watched the Goblin Knight pulling the broken ruins with the Tutu Pig.

Because the Goblin Knights were short in stature, they came up with an idea. They tied the Tutu Boar to the ruins with ropes, and then stood by with weapons in hand to drive their mounts. The muscular Warcraft mounts were obviously stronger than the short Goblin Knights. With the help of the Goblin Knights, the ruins in the city were cleared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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"Ugh~" Ismir retched.

"Why is there a smell? The body was clearly burned downwind..." Ismir looked at the barbecue on the plate with a pale face. His stomach cramped. Finally, he grabbed the bread, took it out and threw the plate to the servants, indicating that they should divide the barbecue.

"Ugh~"

"Uh, my lord, the wind has changed..." Ymir scratched her head awkwardly.

"Dragon God! Ugh~"

(End of this chapter)