"Oh my god, what kind of place is this?" Roland was playing "The Lord of the Rings" on his computer when the computer suddenly exploded and brought him to this godforsaken place.
"Chichichichi!" A piercing scream rang out, frightening Roland so much that he quickly turned around and looked around. As soon as he looked down, he was stunned. He was actually wearing the lord's golden armor from The Lord of the Rings, with the epic Dragon Slayer sword hanging from his waist and a golden tower shield slung on his back...
"Oh my god! Isn't this the equipment from my Lord of the Rings?" Roland's brain froze when he saw the unfamiliar equipment all over his body.
"Have I traveled to Middle-earth in The Lord of the Rings?" Roland pondered.
As a result, Roland discovered with grief and anger that if it was the Middle-earth in the movie Lord of the Rings, it would be okay, but what if it was the Lord of the Rings in the computer game... Roland said that he could dig a hole and lie in it now.
The Lord of the Rings is a game based on the movies "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings." It adds a series of magical elements such as war spirit and magic, and changes the map of Middle-earth and the distribution of forces. Except for some major characters, almost everything else has been magically modified. Roland was so panicked...
"Chirp, chirp!" Several short green goblins jumped out from the bushes, holding bone sticks, iron pickaxes or other weapons.
"Oh my god! The Lord of the Rings is confirmed." Roland took a look and it was the most recognizable Waste Goblin in the Lord of the Rings.
"Clang!" Roland drew the dragon-slaying sword from his waist and took the shield from behind to block in front of him.
The goblin rushed forward with a roar, and its weak arms waved its inferior weapons and weakly hit the adamantium shield.
"Ha!" Roland shouted angrily, and a golden streak flashed by, instantly dismembering several goblins.
"Sure enough..." Roland felt the fighting spirit surging in his body. He should be a great knight in the world of The Lord of the Rings.
The levels of extraordinary power are divided into: Apprentice Knight, Knight, Grand Knight, Knight Commander, and Knight Commander. Various other extraordinary professions are divided into 5 levels.
Suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, Roland turned his head away from the torn goblin on the ground and sheathed his sword. He had to admit that the Dragon Slayer Sword was truly a fine sword. It wouldn't stick to his blood, and it was incredibly sharp...
"A small battle to test your skills: completed. Reward: fully armed Shire warhorse*1. Stored in the Lord of the Rings space." The ring on Roland's hand suddenly became hot, and a curtain of light appeared before his eyes.
"Lord of the Rings System? Oh my god! This thing has come with it? I'm rich!" Roland said excitedly. With this thing, he can use all kinds of rewards to establish his own country and become a lord. After all, the Middle-earth in Lord of the Rings is too big, and most places are deserted. In the past, countless players in the game established territories in the wasteland and became powerful lords.
After figuring out how to use it, Roland took out a fully armed Sharma from the ring. After all, cavalry had more advantages than infantry in the wilderness, and could a knight be called a knight without a warhorse?
"Wow! He's fully armed..." Roland said helplessly as he looked at the Sharma wearing three layers of vest. This thing should be used by heavy cavalry. Looking at the steel chain mail extending to the horse's calves, Roland wondered if it weren't for the Sharma's super strong load-bearing capacity, any other warhorse would have broken down after running a few kilometers.
"That's fine, but now we are not afraid of small-scale orcs!" Roland encouraged himself. After all, orcs also have a desire to survive. Who would rob a fully armed knight if they have nothing better to do?
"Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, tell me what I need to do next?" Roland tried to ask the Lord of the Rings.
“…”
"Well, it seems that the purpose of this magic ring is to reward achievements... It should only give rewards when you do something that meets the reward standards." Roland said to himself.
"Well, I should find a place to stay now... After all, it's getting dark, so maybe I should find some food. Tomorrow I should set out to look for towns and villages. God knows where I am now..." Roland said helplessly, covering his head.
After collecting some dead branches along the way, Roland rode his horse aimlessly. He only hoped that a few ignorant orcs would run out and help him kill time.
"Let's stay here." Roland looked at the interlaced stone slabs in front of him. A small stone cave of more than ten square meters was formed underneath. Roland decided to spend the night here.
"So...how do we light the fire?" Roland was suddenly stunned.
"Damn it! I should have watched more wilderness survival shows before..." Roland said bitterly as he looked at the pile of dry wood in front of him.
"How about trying to make fire by rubbing two sticks together?"
"Oh my god...nothing happened."
"Oh! There's smoke!"
"Damn it! My hand!"
"Get out! Go to hell!"
Roland completely collapsed. Looking at the gradually darkening wasteland, he felt extremely depressed.
"No! We must light a fire! The wilderness at night is not friendly." Roland encouraged himself.
Finally, before it was completely dark, a small pile of sparks illuminated Roland's face. Enduring the cramps in his hands, Roland carefully placed the tinder in the dense pile of dead branches.
"Ah! Praise the light!" Roland danced with joy as he looked at the fire.
"First Fire: Completed. Rewards: 100 loaves of bread, 100 water. Already distributed to the Ring Space."
"Huh? I got a reward! Now I don't have to worry about food and drink." Roland said with a smile.
The long loaves of bread are half a meter long and one palm wide, and the clean water comes in bags, each bag is about one liter.
Roland put the bread on the fire to roast, took out a water bag and drank a few mouthfuls. When the bread was roasted to a golden brown and gave off a wheat aroma, Roland took it off the fire and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
After leading the horse into the cave, Roland began to remove the horse's vest under the light of the campfire. As he did so, he praised the system's excellent quality. After all, through the firelight, he could see the vest's links were fine and lightweight, surely made of the finest alloy steel. He casually stored the vest into the system's memory, leaned his shield against his side, drew his Dragon Slayer Sword, and reclined against his horse, gazing at the bright starry sky. A wave of lonely thoughts washed over him.
"Haha, first night in Middle-earth, good night!" Roland said to himself.
Outside the cave, the fire swayed gently in the evening breeze. What Roland didn't know was that the firelight could not only drive away wild beasts, but also attract uninvited guests.
"Puff!" Charles's warhorse snorted uneasily.
Roland, who was originally sleeping lightly, was awakened by the sound. He turned over and leaned the shield against his left shoulder. He drew his sword with his right hand and looked outside the cave vigilantly.
"Oh! Shit! Fuck! Bitch!" Roland had a thousand words to express his feelings at this moment.
"Damn it! It's a fucking ground dragon!" Roland wailed.