The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Distribute in order! Advance in an orderly manner!" Roland said to Lance.

"Yes! Your Highness!" Lance nodded and said seriously.

"Yun Feng! Go and escort these plows to the cattle, and let the people accompanying them put them on the cattle!" Roland turned to the wise man Yun Feng who was far away from him.

"Okay, Your Highness!" Yun Feng ran away as soon as he heard the order. Judging from his flashing movements, this guy clearly ran away with a flash. Looking at his eager look, Roland was as terrifying as a savage beast. …

"Fuck! He ran so fast!" Roland's eyes widened, and his understanding of someone reached a new level.

"Good day, Your Highness!" A group of soldiers dressed in exquisite mail armor lined up in front of Roland. Roland took a closer look and recognized that they were the ridiculously low-presence Rangers of Lordaeron.

"No gift!" Roland, who was riding on his war horse, nodded and looked carefully at this group of familiar yet unfamiliar Lordaeron rangers.

Rangers of Lordaeron are generally over 175cm tall. They wear a stainless steel disc helmet on their brown hair, and wear a linen robe embroidered with the Lion of Lordaeron totem. The iron locks can be seen from the cuffs. It can be seen that they are wearing close-fitting mail armor with fine iron rings, wearing shiny deerskin boots, carrying a 1.5-meter-long stainless steel sword slung on their backs, and holding a mithril and mithril in their hands. A composite short bow made of a mixture of yew wood. A forearm-long Zheng-shaped stainless steel arm shield hangs on the right arm. Two quivers holding 25 arrows each are slung on the waist. A faint light shines from the boot cuffs. It seems that they should have a dagger or short sword hidden in their boots. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as armed to the teeth.

Roland nodded secretly. The equipment of the Lordaeron rangers was definitely excellent, but compared with the Battanian shooters, it instantly lost its color. After all, who has the greater advantage between a light-armored shooter unit and a heavy-armored shooter unit? obvious. However, the Rangers of Lordaeron are not useless. After all, their short bows are still able to move between the jungle and the city with ease! In complex terrain, the Rangers of Lordaeron will use the sword in their hands to tell any enemy they face that this is a wrong and fatal choice!

"Please protect the civilians! Don't let any monsters and orcs you see get close to the people!" Roland's voice was slow and majestic.

"Yes! My king!" All the Lordaeron rangers knelt on one knee to show respect.

"Go!" Roland waved his riding crop.

"Hoo~ho! Your Highness Roland!" came a crisp voice.

Roland looked up and saw a beautiful priest and several priests running after him.

"Ivy? Why are you here?" Roland asked in confusion. It seems that he didn't let the priest follow him to work! It would be great if these thin-skinned and tender spellcasters could take care of themselves. It would be better if they could plow the fields for themselves first.

"Your Highness, there are a lot of people traveling this time, so it would be better for us to follow them. We can help out if anything happens." Ivy smiled.

"Well..." Roland choked, and immediately felt that what she said made sense. After all, there were more people and more variables. If there was an emergency, it could be dealt with on the spot.

"Okay, follow the team and don't get lost!" Roland nodded, indicating that he allowed Ivy and the others to accompany them.

"Caslow!" Roland raised his head and shouted.

"Sir! I'm here!" Kaslo, who was directing the flow of people in the distance, heard Roland's call and left and went against the flow of people to Roland's side.

"Sir, are you okay?" Kaslo wiped the sweat that had gathered on his cheeks due to his busy schedule.

"Arrange some soldiers to follow Pastor Ivy and the others! Pay attention to protect the spell caster!" Roland whispered. Although the possibility of accidents is very low, we still need to take precautions. In case of an emergency, this group of close combatants The spell caster who pulls across can be knocked down by the farmer with a manure fork.

"Okay, Your Highness!" Kaslo certainly understands the weak melee combat capabilities of these poor spellcasters, especially the priests who believe in the Dragon God. Their combat effectiveness is simply...

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"Is there anything going on?" Roland came to the designated reclamation area and found Renault, who had led the knights there first and asked.

"Your Highness, everything is normal!" Renault nodded to Roland.

"Well! Scatter all the people on horseback! Make sure there is no danger within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area!" Roland looked at the long list of civilian "armies" behind him and said to Renault. Compared with the majority of civilians like priests, Wild animals can easily kill them.

"Hey! Stop making trouble! Smurf!" Roland reached out and pulled out the restless elf dragon from the plate armor in his arms. The little guy's four dragon claws clawed at Roland's arms for a while, and Roland squeezed it. Chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Let go of me! I will definitely turn you into stone! Roast you into a suckling pig! Frozen into an ice sculpture! Electrically turned into coke..." A certain suppressed elf dragon kept mumbling in Roland's hands.

"..." Roland looked disgusted at this moment, and cursed the unreliability of this broken system in his heart. Other people's systems were all caring little cotton-padded jackets, but his own system was an endless pitfall! The rewards given are extremely messy, so I won’t mention it, but there is a chance that the given things will backfire on the host, which is disgusting! Take a look at this angry little dragon in your hand that can compete with the angry birds...

"Outrageous!" Roland sighed, and had to find a rope to tie around Smurf's neck. As soon as Roland let go of his hand, Smurf immediately flapped two mini dragon wings and rushed into the sky. Unfortunately, it couldn't be more elegant. After more than ten seconds, the poor Smurf was pulled back by the rope tied around his neck.

"Roar!" A dragon roar that was disproportionate to its size suddenly erupted from the Smurf's mouth. The originally quiet Charles horses stood up one after another, and the terrifying dragon power instantly shocked them.

"Damn it! Smurf! Put away your dragon power! Otherwise, I will kill you!" The war horse under Roland's crotch was not spared either. The upright war horse was almost lifted off the horse by Roland.

"Roar..." The originally vigorous Smurf suddenly became depressed. She knew that the bastard holding her hand really dared to kill her...

With tears in her eyes and extremely humiliated, the Smurf decided to vent her anger on the rope that bound her. She swooped down with a flap of her wings and instantly picked up the middle section of the rope, then opened her mouth wide and bit it...

"Crack!" After a crisp sound, countless sparks came from the Smurf's mouth along with a harsh friction sound.

"Huh?" A certain elf dragon suddenly stood on the spot... What is going on? Can't bite? Is it obviously just an ordinary rope?

"Haha..." Roland glanced at the poor Smurf with a narrow smile and turned his head away silently. Only the twitching shoulders showed Roland's true mood at the moment.

"Silly dragon! Do you think I didn't know you could fly? How could the bolt be an ordinary rope?" Roland shook his head. This dragon's IQ is worrying! Although this rope looks like hemp rope, it is full of magic patterns and magic circles. Only the system has the spare time to create such flashy magic items. (Trying this thing to me as a sign-in prize, system! Are you polite?)

"Crack!" While Roland was teasing the dragon, the first hoe from Rapid City had already sunk into the land of Middle-earth, and spring plowing had begun!