"Check the territory page on the system!" Roland lay in his exclusive tent in Jiliu City and checked the system.
"Damn Renault and Caslo! They actually used my lord's castle as a warehouse!" Roland was furious when he saw the tent above his head. He was furious when he thought about how those two idiots had moved out their king's nest just to store supplies.
"Use the magic rune city building card!" Roland silently took out the magic card of the artifact from the system space.
"King, please choose the territory where you want to use the card!" On the light screen that popped up by the system, Jiliu City lay alone in the first row.
"River City..." Roland's mouth twitched. He felt that the system's call of "king" was implying him, although he had no evidence at the moment.
"Successful use! Please wait a moment, the magic will take effect soon!" The system's cold voice came.
At this moment, the soldiers and workers who were working on the Rapid City suddenly found that the city wall under their feet was emitting layers of white halos, and huge magical fluctuations were coming from the city wall.
"Damn it! Forbidden spell! Come down quickly!" Radi, who had been happily crafting magic pattern stone bricks, was suddenly terrified. What was going on? Even this shabby place could attract the sage's forbidden spell!
"Leave the city! Run! The farther the better!" Radil cried out in grief, and magic power flashed under his body. He suddenly appeared in Roland's tent. He grabbed Roland and left the Rapid City with him in a flash without saying a word.
"Sir Ladir! What's wrong?" Roland was held in Ladir's hand. Because Ladir was flying at such a high speed, Roland's mouth was filled with wind.
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"Huh? The city wall is getting taller?" Marcus scratched his head in confusion.
The soldiers and residents who were working looked at the city wall rising higher and higher under their feet in amazement. The exquisite magic patterns on it were no less than the magic pattern stone bricks made by Radil.
"What...what happened?"
"The wall has grown taller!"
"Oh my god, this is 10 meters!"
"This city wall feels much safer than the previous one!"
Everyone marveled at this miraculous change. The 10-meter-high city wall could effectively defend against most attacks. Now they only needed enough manpower to successfully defend the city.
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A few minutes later, Radil came back with Roland, his face dark. After putting Roland down, he ran back to his residence. It was such an embarrassment... A dignified war mage was frightened by a spell and ran away with his own king in public... It would probably leave a shadow in Radil's heart for the rest of his life.
"Your Highness, you didn't even tell me in advance that you were going to use the magic scroll! It made me... Alas!" Radil muttered to himself in his residence.
Roland didn't mean to scold Radil at this moment. After all, Radil was also thinking about himself. After all, if forbidden spell-level magic fluctuations suddenly came from any city, the garrisoned mages in that city would not remain indifferent. Escaping with important people was definitely the best choice. If there was a sage-level mage in your city, just ignore what he said.
"Sturdy!" Roland slashed the battlement several times with the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. After finding that only a few clear white marks were left, he stroked it with his hand and exclaimed in satisfaction.
"Of course! The city walls created by forbidden magic are naturally extremely strong. I really didn't expect that there are such magic scrolls handed down in the empire..." Radil sighed and one could feel from his words how much he longed for the former powerful Lagran Empire.
"Don't worry, I will restore the glory of Lagrande!" Roland looked towards the south and clenched his fists.
"Oh my God! What happened here? Is there an earth sage under your command?" A shadow floated in the sky, and the person who came was the Star Dragon Knight Peter Gro.
"I have come to comfort you on the king's orders, respected King Roland." Peter Gro jumped off the dragon's back and gracefully performed the salute of an elven noble.
"Thank Iovia for my concern. Where did he go?" Roland asked curiously. Logically, Bai Yi and Iovia should have come over to check on him by now.
"The two kings went to the Dark Forest for reconnaissance together. Just now our cavalry team was ambushed by orcs again." Peter Gro said with a serious expression.
"What a big trouble!" Roland sighed. Bai Yi should be said to be the king with the worst foundation among the three kings. The Star Elves have a deep heritage of more than three thousand years, and Roland is a cheater. Only Bai Yi has to calculate the cards in his hand carefully. If he is not careful, his clan and country will be destroyed. He does not have such a thing as a system.
"How much did King White Wing suffer?" Roland asked hurriedly when he thought of this.
"Well, the knights were fine, but more than a dozen ordinary cavalrymen were killed." Peter Gro thought for a moment.
"Oh my god! The White Wings are so miserable! There are only 200 cavalrymen in total, and one twentieth of them are gone in one go!" Roland complained in his heart, but he had to admit that Azog's trick was very effective. In the winter when no one could launch a large-scale attack, the tactic of bleeding bit by bit was very clever. In terms of a war of attrition, Roland and his friends could just start a new one. This move hit the coalition forces' soft spot.
"I don't know what's going on in the north..." Roland looked towards Lonely Mountain with some concern.
"I'm worried about the woodland elves now..." Peter Gro stopped talking. The two elves who shared the same suffering had a deep connection.
"No, no, no, I never worry about Thranduil. I'm afraid of Erebor of the Lonely Mountain!" Roland said solemnly.
"The orcs won't be so foolish as to fight the forest rangers in the jungle! Their numerical advantage is best utilized in plains and cities!" Roland said word by word.
"If the orcs attack Lonely Mountain and Thranduil's army cannot catch up, then no matter how well we defend the south, it will be useless!" Roland glanced at Peter Gro and said calmly.
"But you know the relationship between woodland elves and dwarves..." Peter Gro gestured with his hands.
"So this is the most troublesome thing." Roland sighed.
"Forget it, King. Stop thinking about it. We may not even be able to resolve the situation on the southern battlefield, so how can we care about the northern battlefield..." Renault climbed onto the city wall and said to Roland calmly.
"Yes! Mordor's reinforcements have made it hard for us to breathe." Peter Gro looked in the direction of Mordor. If looks could kill, Mordor would probably have sunk into the ground by now.
"There are still too few soldiers!" Roland looked at the sparse soldiers in the city.
"Many of our people are still wandering... It would be great if a wandering army could arrive!" The sun was still hanging in the sky when Casslo and Renault began to dream.
Roland glanced at Reno quietly. These soldiers who had returned as wandering troops were actually given by my system! They had nothing to do with this Middle-earth!