The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Looks like there's a lot of trouble..." Iovia sighed.

"If the orcs cross the river and attack Rapid City...then..." White Wing could no longer speak.

The Orcs who successfully bypassed the southern defense line can attack the Gushan battlefield with the Orcs from the north, and the coalition forces will be completely separated.

"King Roland, I want to know what the city defense of Rapid City is like now!" Iovia said helplessly.

"Come with me!" Roland sighed.

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"This..." Iovia looked at the rapid city in front of her in shock. Although the magic-patterned city wall, which was hundreds of meters long, five meters wide and five meters wide, looked extremely shocking, the surrounding walls that were less than two meters high were extremely shocking. Seriously?

"What can this stop? Goblins?" Iovia spread her hands and said angrily.

"Sorry, most of our people are wandering and haven't returned... and our mages only make so many magic stone bricks every day." Roland sighed helplessly.

"If the Orcs crossed the Swift River! What would we do to stop them? Take our lives!" Iovia was already dumbfounded, and he felt that it was a mistake to lead the clan through this troubled water.

"There is no way. If they cross the river, I can only take my soldiers to stop them on the riverbank!" Roland sighed.

"I hope they won't find this fatal loophole!" Iovia sighed and rode on the unicorn, which spread its wings and flew into the sky.

"System! Territory page details!" Roland called out the system after watching Iovia leave.

The familiar light curtain unfolded, and Roland immediately saw the current situation of his city. There was still only a solitary Rapid City on the territory. After opening the page of Rapid City, the current situation of Rapid City appeared in front of Roland.

Rapid City:

Area: One kilometer in radius.

Building units: Dilapidated lord castle*1, crumbling dwellings*80, weak dwellings*20, dilapidated and broken stone walls (under repair), stone wells, blacksmith shops, military camps.

Troops: 913

Population: 247 (Trainable civilians: 52)

Evaluation: The lonely king led the remnants of his people back to their homeland. This relic, which was barely sheltered from the wind and rain, brought them some comfort. The darkness still threatened the new king. There was no productive capacity in the town except for fishing. The mighty military might be her only credit. Note: The town doesn't have any potential for war, and a fiasco in a war can kill him.

Ability: 1. As the only territory of the Lagrang Kingdom in Middle-earth, she will attract Lagrang's remnants to go there. The system will guide a wave of wandering Lagrand civilians to arrive every day, hoping that the lord can properly place them.

2. Allow the recruitment of civilians here to train Swiftstream infantry.

"The population is still hurt! There are more troops than civilians!" Roland sighed, and there was nothing he could do. Soldiers might get 100 or even 500 people at one sign-in, but refugees would only receive one wave every day, and the number of them was uncertain. , which has caused Roland's population to keep rising. The population base determines the number of troops that Roland can recruit in the future. No population is equivalent to containing the war potential of Lagrang Kingdom out of thin air.

"Caslow! Equip the El Nino Rangers with Sharma, and let them go to the lower reaches of the Swift River to monitor whether the orcs cross the river! Once the river is crossed, the beacon will be lit, and the knights will be moved every day, along the Investigate with the swift river." Roland can only use this stupid method in the end, if the orcs really cross the river, then it really depends on fate...

"Okay, my lord!" Kaslow nodded, obviously he understood the seriousness of this matter.

"Reno! Train the light infantry well these days! I don't ask them to be so heroic in killing the enemy, but I hope they can form a battle against the Orcs." Roland turned and instructed Reno. The... indescribable...

"As ordered! My king." After Renault bowed and saluted, he opened the tent and walked out.

"Time is running out. Orcs may attack at any time..." Roland analyzed Azog's style and felt that it was very likely that the orcs would attack in winter and catch everyone by surprise.

"Sir! You need to see this!" Caslo suddenly rushed in, holding a shadow magic crystal in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Roland suddenly felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

Under the urging of Kaslow's fighting spirit, the photo-taking magic crystal showed the image it kept inside. It was a group of half-orcs in the wilderness, but the number of this group was a bit exaggerated. Looking at the position where the photo-taking magic crystal was photographed, The number of this group is at least tens of thousands.

"Where did this thing come from?" Roland's face was ugly. He saw that the half-orc totem and the half-orc totem of the wasteland on the east bank of the Swift River where he was located couldn't be said to be exactly the same! When he thought that there was such a power around him, Roland broke down in a cold sweat.

"It was brought by a group of wandering prairie elf tribes. In order to avoid this group of orcs migrating westward, they ended up under Rapid Flow City." Caslow said.

"Take me to see their patriarch." Roland said quickly.

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"Hello, esteemed King Lagrang, I am Vervill, the patriarch of this prairie elves." The young elf patriarch bowed his head and saluted.

"Thank you for the news, but I want to know the details!" Roland grabbed him and said anxiously.

"That's right, this video was recorded by us on the east bank of the Hongshui River. We originally lived under the Iron Hills, but for some reason the wasteland orcs began to gather there. For the safety of the clan, I had to lead them to migrate! "Vervill pushed Roland's hand away without a trace.

"Have they crossed the river?" Roland asked the most concerned question.

"They hadn't crossed the river when we got to the other side, but they were looking for trees to build a raft!" Verwey affirmed.

"What's so special!" Roland immediately understood that it wasn't Sauron's thing, he was jumping upside down! The current Rune region was originally under the control of Sauron, where the wasteland orcs gathered and moved west for no reason? I wouldn't believe it if no one ordered Roland to kill him.

"How many tribes do you have? How many can fight?" Roland asked Verwey quickly, because the grassland elves can be said to be wandering elves. Without the magic well, their lifespan is more than half shorter than other elves, and their fighting power is not as good as other elves. The elves of the elf family are not sophisticated enough in weapons, and the population is extremely sparse. It can be said that they are simply homeless people of the elves, but it is the above reasons that lead to the heroic character of the grassland elves. In terms of fighting spirit, the grassland elves can be said to be Slay all elves.

"There are 657 people in our tribe, and there are only 149 elf warriors who can fight, but most of them are first-order professionals." Compared with other elves with magic wells, UU Kanshu www. The professional level of uukanshu.com steppe elves is on average a large stage lower than them.

"Very good! You can leave your clan here or choose to cross the river to the city of Los Saint Neil on the other side! And you need to stay and join us to stop the orcs!" Roland said directly.

"Why? You are not qualified to order me!" Verwey's eyes widened, he had never seen such a brazen king! Is it popular to force ginseng groups now?

"It's not an order, but you have no choice! If you want to go south to face the Orc army of Togol or go west to break through the misty mountains full of orcs, or do you plan to go north and touch the Orcs of Gondaba?" Roland asked curiously.

"Dude! We've been surrounded by orcs! Understand?" Roland was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he took out a sheepskin map and drew a circle on it, which just surrounded the entire area around Lonely Mountain.

"...The goddess is on top! This is not true!" Verwey was dumbfounded. He thought he was going to escape the sphere of influence of the orcs, but he didn't expect to enter the encirclement directly. ?

"I suggest that you let the women and children cross the river first, but the city defense of the opposite city is more reliable than mine..." Although he didn't want to admit that the city's defenses were stretched across the rapids, he still couldn't hold the face to praise her defense ability.

"Right! How long have you been gone?" Roland suddenly asked this crucial question.

"Five days!" Vervill thought for a while.

"Very good, prepare to meet the enemy after arranging the clan!" Roland patted him on the shoulder.

"Caslow! Investigate east! Reno! Cross the river to explain the situation to Iovia and White Wing on the other side, and let them dispatch reinforcements if necessary." Roland commanded in an orderly manner.

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