MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 3 Finally figured out the place

"Are you full?" Roland clapped his hands and asked.

"I'm done, my lord." Caslow said.

"Let's go then, I hope to find a village or town today and find out where we are..." Roland sighed.

"Okay sir." Caslow replied.

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"My lord! We may be in trouble!" Suddenly Casloh stopped Roland's horse's head.

"This is the dung of the Gundaba Warg!" Kaslow explained.

"So..." Roland looked ugly.

"That's right, there are half-orc wolf cavalry in the vicinity!"

"Damn it! Be alert!" Suddenly Roland raised the tower shield.

"Break!" An iron arrow was deflected by the shield.

"Caslow! Summon your dragon! Go up! Quick!" Roland exclaimed.

Shadows staggered in the woods in the distance, and half-orcs rode out among the swirling branches, and there were a steady stream of half-orc infantry behind them.

"My lord! We should have entered an orc territory!" Kaslow said bitterly, while quickly taking out the dragon flute to summon the flying dragon.

"For the glory of the knights! Charge!" The flames of war raged, urging Roland, who covered his whole body and the war horse, to charge the army of hundreds of orcs with his sharma.

"Bang!" Roland slashed the ugly head of an orc with one sword.

"Bang!" After Roland's tower shield blocked the machete that was cut at him, he stabbed it with a sword, and the sharp dragon-killing sword easily pierced the orc's chest.

"Ah!" An enthusiastic dragon roar sounded. Caslo rode into the sky on a flying dragon.

The half-orc army was obviously sluggish, and Roland took the opportunity to chop off a few more heads. In the next second, a wind blade several meters wide spit out from the dragon's mouth and quickly turned into a slap-length wind blade, which was enveloped by the wind blade. The dozen orc wolf cavalrymen were quickly strangled to pieces together with their warg, and Roland felt sick to his stomach.

The obscure dragon language sounded. As soon as Roland heard it, he turned his horse and ran away. My dear, stay within the release range of the dragon language magic.

I saw Fengyi Feilong's wings waved, and suddenly a tornado was fanned out, and it became more and more thick. The tornado moved forward, and nearly half of the orcs were sucked up by the tornado and thrown into the air at a height of 100 meters, and then one after another. falling like rain...

"Roar!" Kaslo drove the flying dragon to chase the orcs, and one after another wind blade fell from the sky to divide the orcs below. Roland, who followed below, could only stare at the corpses in a daze, and he didn't even have a chance to make up for the knife. After all Orcs on the ground were either cut up or turned into pieces, which was very cruel.

Finally, the last half-orc was slaughtered at the edge of the woods, and Caslow fell from the sky contentedly.

"Sir, it's all settled!"

"Well, okay, put the dragon away! You ride this!" Roland pointed to a shire horse next to him. This was the first blood achievement that the system just rewarded.

"An inch of grass does not grow: It has been completed, and the orcs have been successfully exterminated, leaving no one. Rewards to a fully-armed apprentice knight*10."

Roland has already seen the final reward, and he is still very satisfied. After all, apprentice knights with extraordinary strength are stronger than the most powerful cavalry, and there are 10 of them. The most important thing is - fully armed.

Sure enough, after summoning these 10 apprentice knights, Roland immediately felt so delicious! All three-layer armored Sharma, steel armor, steel cross shield, steel long sword, steel lance, iron wood bow, and a mithril fighting **** (specially used to break armor, deal with iron A smash of a can and a quasi) are really armed to the teeth. The most awesome thing is that they all have cloaks behind their backs, and the cloak is the dragon emblem on their adamantine armor. A group of 12 people looks mighty and domineering!

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5 days later...

"Damn, this is the village?" Roland thought it was because of his eyes.

"Yes, my lord. It's a village, but it doesn't seem to be very friendly to us..." Kaslow looked at the closed wooden gate and the militiamen who were on guard on the wall. With his sharp eyes, Kaslow could even see By the time their hands had buckled the bowstring of the hunting bow.

"Oh! God! Guys put away their weapons, take it easy!" Roland ordered.

After everyone heard the words, they put away the weapons in their hands.

Roland rode his horse to the gate of the village and looked at the villagers above.

"Well, excuse me, we are just travelers, we hope we can find a place to stay overnight, and we can pay." Roland said sincerely.

"Really? Where did you guys come from?" said an older villager above.

"Uh, I'm from the eastern empire, and these people are the squires I recruited in Gondor." Roland took off his helmet.

Sure enough, looking at the black-haired and black-eyed Roland, the villagers above began to discuss. After a while, the people above should have finished the discussion.

"Yes, you can come in to rest, but we hope you don't use weapons to fight in the village, and don't disturb the villagers."

"As you wish, we are willing to comply." Roland hurriedly agreed.

"Crackling..." The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Roland hurriedly called everyone to dismount and go in. As a result, as soon as he entered, Roland had a guess in his heart.

"I'm afraid it's not in the Shire..." Roland said to himself, because he found a row of little "dwarves" standing in front of him. To be precise, it should be a hobbit or the most familiar "hobbit"!

"Hello, may I ask, where is this? We lost our way in the wasteland." Roland hurriedly grabbed someone and made a sound.

After some inquiries, it can be confirmed that Roland is now in the northernmost part of the Shire, and it is not the Middle-earth continent in the movie, but the continent in the Lord of the Rings.

"This is easy to handle, I am familiar with the map of the Lord of the Rings!" Roland rubbed his chin and said.

"By the way, what era is it now, Kaslow, go and find out."

"Okay, sir."

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"What! The year 2940 of the third era!" Roland was surprised.

"What's the matter, my lord?" Kaslow asked with concern.

"There's a very interesting thing, I'm thinking about whether we should get involved." Roland was referring to the dwarf expedition, which is the story of The Hobbit.

"Sorin Oakenshield is also a good friend. If you want to gain a foothold in this land, you still need to unite these forces that can be drawn." Roland said to himself.

Because it is a demon-reformed Middle Earth, the power system inside has changed a lot, and the most important thing is Godless! In addition, there are many spellcasters (at least more than the original Master in the Middle-earth world with only 5 wizards), no one knows what the result of this expedition will be. After all, in the original game, there were many lord players. Led the team to help Sorin and they successfully recaptured the Lonely Mountain.

"Let's go! Go to Hobbiton!" Roland finally decided to help.

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