Everyone was chatting about strange things while watching the time passing by the hourglass. As the night got deeper, everyone felt restless.
"Bang!" Roland stood up and accidentally knocked over the silver cup in front of him. Roland quickly reached out to hold the silver cup.
"Everyone, stay here while I go out and take a look!" Roland said after looking around.
Roland felt a little anxious at the moment. After all, this time had been delayed for too long! Roland couldn't help but want to take pictures of Kaslo and search for him.
After comforting the disturbed Golden Saint Rondos in his arms, Roland walked directly towards the palace where Kaslo and the rest were resting.
"Bang!" At the corner of a staircase, Roland was knocked into his arms, and judging from the result that Roland almost flew backwards, Roland didn't have any advantage just now.
"Casello?"
"Your Highness?"
"I'm just going to find you!"×2.
"I……"
"I……"
They both spoke at the same time.
"Your Highness, you speak first!" Kaslo gave full play to his chivalry spirit.
"There is no news about Ajax yet, so I plan to let you go..." The anxiety in Roland's eyes was undisguised.
"I came here just for this matter! The matter is serious!" A look of solemnity flashed in Kaslo's eyes.
"..." Roland already had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Ajax has been held back. She is now trapped on the southern front and cannot come back! The orcs in Dol Guldur have come out in full force! The star elves have held them back in the dark forest, and Ajax is now supporting them.
!" Kaslo said helplessly.
"..." Roland just wants to take a single 6 at the moment! Originally, he planned to mobilize the garrison of Lulong Fortress, but now it seems... draw a der! It's okay if you don't lose! He gets angry when he talks about this, and now
The system is dead, with no tasks! Sign in and no shipment! It’s a three-no product!
"Ding dong! Side mission released! Two-front battle! The precarious kingdom has ushered in its most powerful enemy in history. The surging undead army in the north and the orc army in the south are attacking the north! Try to survive!
"
"Task reward: Declare war on the enemies on both sides, and immediately obtain random numbers of troops! Defeat the northern undead army, and reward 500 Lagrand City guards! Annihilate the northern undead army, and reward a random sixth-level professional. Defeat Dolgo in the south.
A large orc army will be rewarded with 500 Badanian shooters! Completely annihilating the orc army in Dol Guld in the south will reward a random sixth-level professional."
"Poof!" Roland almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. The Silly Que System finally came alive! Does he have a second golden finger? What kind of magic can he come up with?
"Fuck! You don't need to send out the next two tasks of the Silly Que System!" Roland was extremely jealous, what the hell are they at the sixth level! Looking at the prerequisites again? Well, it's okay! I am reckless, not stupid! How can I wipe out all these people?
Two armies? Which one is easier to fight, the undead army or the orc army?
"Let's go! Come with me to meet the kings!" Roland picked up Kaslo and ran away without saying anything.
…
"Bang!" Roland slumped his shoulders and slammed open the door, making everyone's eyelids jump. Even Thorin almost thought that Roland was going to perform a scene in his royal city where he would throw a cup and use his sword and axe.
"Everyone! It's over!" As soon as Roland opened his mouth, everyone looked at him.
"What happened? King Roland?" Thorin was impatient and couldn't help asking.
"Take a breath and speak slowly, don't worry, King Roland! Come, calm down!" Thranduil slowly poured a glass of fruit wine for Roland and handed it to him.
"The army of Dol Guldur has attacked! Eovia's army has been dragged into the dark forest..." As soon as Roland spoke, Thranduil's hand couldn't help but tremble.
"Crack!" The silver cup filled with fruit wine clinked on the ground.
"What? How could it be? They can't recover so quickly..." Thranduil and God Thorin shook their heads simultaneously, looking at Roland in disbelief.
"Impossible! The coalition forces have slaughtered them all, and their population is not enough to support them..." Thorin stood up with red eyes. He couldn't believe how long it took for the orcs to lick their scars.
"I'm afraid they're not the orcs from Dol Guldur..." Dain said bitterly.
"Mordor..." Bard murmured in a low voice.
"..." Verve narrowed his eyes. Although the grassland elves are wandering elves, they still have their own history, and they also have detailed records of Mordor.
"It seems that the Demon's Nest has given them support... Sigh!" Bai Yi's eyes flickered, apparently hesitant to decide.
"What should we do?" Bai Yi looked ugly. If it were just the undead in the north, he could still face it with a smile. After all, there are several kingdoms ahead of him, and there is also a kingdom like Laglan who is in full swing next to him.
But now the orcs of Dol Guldur in the south are stabbing them from behind...
Bai Yi could only say that the knife had pierced his main artery! The half-orc King Roland had to cross a fast-flowing river, so he had just come along the way! Don't look at the star elves and the half-orcs were already fighting each other.
, but what if?
Baiyi, who was originally calm and composed, was already panicked, and Bard, who was in the worst condition, was even more panicked.
"King Roland, can you guard the southern gate of the North? You can definitely do it?" Bard looked at Roland eagerly.
"..." Roland pursed his lips. What could he say? Can't hold on? You're kidding! Where can you go if you can't hold on? Sleep on the street?
"Don't worry! As long as Lagrand's men are not dead! The orcs won't be able to get past Luronsai!" The atmosphere had reached this point, and Roland could only say through gritted teeth.
"Damn it!" Roland cursed in his heart. He originally thought he was going to play with a skeleton frame, but now he has to play a blackhead removal simulator with a black man... The difference...
Family! Who knows! In just one glass of wine, my enemies changed from undead to orcs and undead? Super doubled? Double happy? Damn it!
"Ragland won't surrender!" Roland was so angry that he stepped on the table, pulled out the dragon-slaying sword and roared.
"The prairie elves will fight evil to the death!" Vervay, who was infected by Roland, kicked over his chair and pulled out Manicati.
"For home!" Bard drew his sword and roared angrily.
"For the people!" Thranduil drew out his scimitar, his eyes flashed with cold light, and the wind elements circled around him at high speed.
"Dwarves will never be slaves!" Thorin slowly pulled out Oakrest, his eyes as calm as a long lake concealed a chill as cold as the snow on Raven Hill.
"Children of Turin! Forward!" Seeing everyone drawing their weapons and saying harsh words, Daine, who was belatedly aware of it, turned red because he drank too much. After looking around, he couldn't find his bloody battle axe, so he could only pull out one.
Dagger kicked over the chair and climbed onto the long table and howled.
"..." Roland's mouth and eyelids twitched crazily, and he tried his best to resist the surging smile. He is a professional and generally won't laugh unless...
"Pfft!" Roland quickly turned his head. Fortunately, the crowd was so excited that no one noticed Roland's strange noises and actions.