"Congratulations to the host for unlocking the new function - shopping mall! Please check it out." The light curtain of the magic ring unfolded in front of Roland.
Roland was about to study it carefully when he was interrupted by Bud.
"This all seems like a dream!" Bud said in disbelief as he looked at the sea of fire behind him.
"Yes, such a big town... overnight..." Roland was also filled with emotion.
"Let's go!" Roland led a horse and handed the reins to Bud.
"I still have to wait for my soldiers." Roland saw Bard's confusion and explained.
"River Valley City needs you! King Bard!" Roland shouted at Bard's back.
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"Caslo! Lead the horses, let's go and welcome our lovely archers!" Roland ordered Caslo and his men to lead the Badaniyan archers' horses and search along the lakeshore for the departing archers.
"Here!" A shooter climbed up from the shore! It was obvious that he was exhausted. At this moment, he was leaning on the shore, trying hard to be a salted fish. Unfortunately, there was no sun...
"Hey! Get on your horses, guys! We still have to search for other people!" Kaslo called out.
"Hurry, hurry! Time is life! Everyone, disperse and look for our brothers!" Roland anxiously mobilized all his men to search for the archers who had fled in all directions.
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"Thank you, Dragon God! May the glory of Lagrande bless you!" Roland looked at the group of people in front of him who were covered in dust and looked miserable. They could be called soldiers.
During the Desolation of Smaug, the Badanian archers miraculously all survived, except for a few unlucky ones who were thrown into the water by collapsed houses... but as professionals, their excellent physical fitness allowed them to recover quickly.
"Everyone, let's take a break. We've been tired all day!" Roland said, and then he took the lead and led everyone into the woods.
"My lord! Aren't we going to Lonely Mountain? The dwarves owe our boss a lot of money!" As the first follower of Roland, Kaslo was familiar with the contract signed between the dwarves and Roland.
"Heading to Lonely Mountain?" Roland looked at Caslo with a strange expression.
"Honestly, I'm not even planning on going to Dale right now!" Roland shook his head. How brave is this kid! Heading to the foot of the Lonely Mountain now? Forget about the Dragon Riders. Even if you're a Dragon Rider, you can't take care of yourself. Because this is the real world, Roland doesn't know if the dwarves and elves will fight first. If they do, who will he help? Don't let your own people wipe you out before you even engage the orcs... The entire Lonely Mountain is a cesspool now! The dwarves had to jump (after all, it's the capital), the humans had to jump (they needed the wealth to rebuild their homes), the orcs jumped willingly (the strategic location is important), the elves thought about it and jumped too (Thrandui wanted the white gems), and Roland was still debating whether to jump in or not...
Regardless, let's study the system's new features first. As for making a fortune, we don't necessarily have to rely on the Dwarven treasures of Lonely Mountain. If Roland gets angry, he might just launch an expedition to Moria! (Orc: Come on! Dwarf: Thank you, our human friends, for reclaiming our lost territory for us.) After all, the Dwarven capital must have held considerable wealth.
Roland sensed the ring and discovered it could actually pop up an operation interface. A screen of light appeared before him, revealing the system's new feature: the shopping mall. Twelve different items would be randomly refreshed daily, and purchases required wealth points. Roland's face darkened as he saw his wealth value... That "5" was so damn glaring! After some fiddling, Roland finally figured out the origin of the wealth value: 10,000 gold coins converted to 1 wealth point.
"Haha, poverty limits my imagination!" Roland realized he couldn't even afford the cheapest item. Raglan Dragon Hunter: 10 Wealth Points. Quantity: 50. And Roland actually found a Great Forbidden Spell Scroll on it! Unfortunately, the one million in Wealth Points forced Roland to realize his true self.
Roland casually dispelled the system light screen. He silently walked out of the tent, looked at the burning Changhu Town in the distance, and sighed softly.
"Sir...when can we go back to Lagran City..." Renault came quietly.
"The city of Lagrande has been lost in the passage of time..." Roland could only use white lies to dissuade Renault. After all, he couldn't tell Renault that the city of Lagrande hadn't been built yet.
Lagran City is the capital of the Lagran Empire. It was built on the north bank of the confluence of the Jiliu River and the Hongshui River. The entire city is majestic, with a total of nine city walls and a vast area. Seven of the 13 dragon knights of the Lagran Empire are stationed in the city year-round, and the Lagran Royal Guard Paladins are also stationed there. The special troops produced by them, the Lagran City Guards, are the most powerful and sophisticated of all non-professional troops. Roland has recruited these troops before. As expected of the soldiers of the capital, their equipment is as luxurious as that of knights.
"Lost people, perhaps you need the guidance of the Holy Light of Lagrande..." A clear female voice came through the darkness.
Roland's expression changed, and he immediately looked over with joy, while Renault quietly drew out his sword and looked at the figure in the white robe vigilantly.
"Ivy, the palace priest of the Lagran Empire, greets the Lord." The visitor saluted.
"Priests of the temple? Which god do you worship?" Renault let down his guard, but was still curious. After all, the spells of different temples were slightly different.
"May the Dragon God bless you." White holy light fell from Ivy.
"Priest of Light?" Renault was a little disappointed. It would be even more perfect if it was a Holy Priest, he thought secretly in his heart.
"Priests of the Dragon God Temple?" Roland showed an interested look. After all, the Dragon God was a deity worshipped by the royal family of the Lagran Empire, and the priests of his temple could be said to be quite powerful.
"Caslo! Arrange a tent for Miss Ivy!" Roland shouted.
Kaslo reluctantly crawled out of the tent with sleepy eyes open, pouted and went to tinker with the tent...
"Okay, everyone, go to bed early. There might be a big battle tomorrow." Roland looked at the familiar faces around him and felt a sinking feeling in his heart. If a fight broke out... he wondered how many people would still be able to sit here.
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As if it had been pre-rehearsed, history was unfolding in an orderly manner. The elves still came to Dale, Bilbur still gave the Arkenstone to Bard and his companions, and Thranduil and Bard still brought their respective troops to the foot of the Lonely Mountain...
"You want peace or war!" Bud issued the final ultimatum.
Thorin glanced meaningfully at the mountains in the east and said solemnly, "I choose war!"
"Boom~Boom~" Heavy footsteps sounded, and a well-organized dwarf army appeared on the hillside.
"The Ironfoot! The host of Dain, King of the Dwarves, from the Iron Hills," murmured Gandalf.
"Oh! The ravens have brought our news to the dwarves all over Middle-earth!" The dwarves in Erebor cheered.
At the same time, the orcs are about to arrive at the foot of Lonely Mountain.
Roland and his group were also slowly marching towards Lonely Mountain.
A battle on Lonely Mountain that is destined to be different from history is about to begin.
