"Full speed ahead! We've been lagging behind them for a day!" Roland urged.
"Sir, there's no need to worry too much. They don't have horses, and we are much faster than them." Caslo comforted Roland.
As a result, he was looked at as a fool by everyone. Caslo followed the crowd's gaze and saw... 200 fully armed torrent infantrymen were hurrying along with their guns and shields on their backs.
"Okay! Just pretend I didn't say anything!" Caslo said helplessly.
By the way, the Swiftstream Infantry got their name not just because they were recruited from the Swiftstream River, but also because they were trained for speed, were physically strong, and had great endurance. Long-distance raids were their forte, but that didn't mean they could compete with cavalry in speed.
Carlos: I feel offended.
"Boom~" A rolling thunder came from the sky, and a silver snake coiled in the sky.
"It's going to rain heavily!" Renault said solemnly.
"Maybe everyone needs to take shelter from the rain and rest for a while." Roland looked at the sky.
"Whoosh~Boom!" Suddenly a huge rock fell from the sky and landed heavily not far from Roland and the others. Everyone quickly put up their shields to block the flying debris.
"Someone is attacking! Be alert!" Caslo was the first to react.
"Oh my god! Look above my head!" Roland inadvertently raised his head to glance at the valley next to him, and then his whole body suddenly split apart.
"Mountain Giant!"
"Run!" Renault shouted.
Everyone suddenly regretted that their parents had not given them two more legs, and ran out of the valley desperately.
"Damn it, how could there be mountain giants here? Aren't mountain giants extinct?" Caslo said in embarrassment, rain mixed with dust turned into mud and water flowing over his body.
"Who the hell knows! It's outrageous!" Renault said madly.
"Are mountain giants from the evil camp or the lawful camp?" Roland couldn't help but ask.
"From the middle-force camp! Those barbarians only care about living their own lives. Logically, they should have been extinct in the first era!" Renault said puzzledly.
"Maybe he is a survivor." Kaslo looked at the noisy valley behind him with lingering fear.
"If I saw it correctly just now, they were playing with the mountain?" Roland asked curiously.
"Yes, those barbarians especially like to throw stones during thunderstorms. We are so lucky..." Renault sighed.
Wait! Roland was stunned. Are these the stone giants from The Hobbit? Roland had just taken a quick look and estimated that these mountain giants were at least 50 meters tall. Every move they made carried the aura of devastating destruction... How terrifying! Thinking about how they had just walked right past them, Roland broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sir, we can't move forward..." Renault frowned.
"It's indeed too dangerous. Don't worry, I won't disregard the lives of my people. The Lagran Empire is still waiting for my revival. After all, I am the last Lagran Lord." Roland nodded and confirmed Renault's idea.
"Let everyone rest and stay alert. We are already in the Misty Mountains and the orcs may attack at any time!" Roland ordered.
"Yes! My lord!" Renault turned and left.
By this time, Caslo had also set up the tent. He quickly sent Roland back to the tent to prevent him from getting wet and catching a cold.
"Sir, how do we get there today?" asked Kaslo.
"Let's see tomorrow if the stone giants have left. If they are still playing there, we can only take a detour. After all, we can't defeat them." Roland got a headache just thinking about the stone lump.
Roland tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. It seemed that this world was somewhat different from the original novel, the movie, and the game. Perhaps because there were no players, Middle-earth, which was originally the worldview of the Lord of the Rings game, and the original novel were mixed together, so that it has now become a world of neither fish nor fowl.
"God, please have mercy on me and don't do this! I hope nothing goes wrong in the Battle of Five Armies." Roland prayed.
He clearly felt that because of his joining, the number of orc pursuers increased. Perhaps the enemy's strength in this Battle of Five Armies was greater than he expected.
"Maybe it's because I changed history and touched an important timeline." Roland thought.
"I can't go with them anymore!" Roland suddenly sat up.
"Something has to change. Since we can't reverse history, let's change it! I will arrive at the battlefield as reinforcements! Let this war become a battle of six armies." Roland made up his mind.
"Just a little sleep, my life is more important. If I had known, I would not have run out in the middle of the night. Rivendell is so nice, and there are beautiful elf ladies." Roland said in annoyance.
After all, he hadn't stayed in Rivendell for long. He hadn't had the chance to explore Rivendell, experience the local customs and culture, and it would have been best if he could have had some happy encounters with the beautiful elf lady...
"Alas! What a pity! What a shame!" Roland lamented. Now that he thought about it, Thorin and the others had nothing to do with him. He was just looking for some reliable allies and a little money. Besides, Dain Ironfoot was a sincere man. It wouldn't be bad to let him become the King under the Mountain, just as history had. Bard the Dragon Slayer was also a friend worth making close friends with. After his renovation of Dale, he had some potential for war.
Roland planned to first build a city in the Rapid River Basin to establish the framework of the Lagran Kingdom. This would hopefully allow him to reap another wave of system rewards. The thought of these system rewards made Roland's devilish tail wag with joy.
"Time is running out... I don't think we can gather 1,000 men before the war starts." Roland said with a hint of regret after doing some calculations.
"Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings! We don't ask for a thousand men, but we ask for another 100 Tide Infantrymen, at least to gather 300 men for the Tide Battle Formation." Roland muttered to the Lord of the Rings in his hand.
…
at the same time.
"Gandalf! Think of a solution quickly!" The people who were chased to the pine tree by the warg looked at Gandalf anxiously.
An obscure spell sounded, and a hexagram magic circle formed in front of Gandalf.
"Go!" Gandalf opened his eyes and waved his staff. Suddenly, dozens of fireballs the size of human heads flew out from the hexagram. In an instant, more than a thousand square meters of land in front of him and the orcs and wargs on it were all turned into scorched earth.
"Well done! Gandalf!" everyone said happily. After all, an advanced spell - meteor shower gave everyone courage and confidence.
"Um, gentlemen, I think we can cheer later... It seems that the orcs in front don't want us to be too happy..." Bilber stuttered.
"Oh! God of Forging!"
“Oh my god…”
Under the starry sky, a black mass of Orc wolf riders surrounded them, led by the pale Orc Azog!
"Impossible!" Thorin was stunned for a moment.
"This one is mine! Kill all the others!" Azog roared.
"Fire seal!" Gandalf started another confusing operation for humans, just like in history - lighting pine cones with fire.
Everyone lit the pine cones in their hands and threw them at Azog and other orcs.
"Roar!" Seeing the wolf blocked by the flames and afraid to move forward, Azog roared angrily.