The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 868 Arrested
"Phew..." Luke Leopold and Merck Leopold breathed out white steam to warm their hands at Yunfeng Lulong Fortress, and then both looked at General Renault, who was standing on the city wall and gazing into the distance.

"General, have you finished looking? You've been staring at it for ages! What's so special about it?" Merck Leopold asked, puzzled.

"The fire is out!" Renault said calmly, watching the rising black smoke.

"Fire?" Merck Leopold asked, puzzled.

"Idiot! Windhelm was just finished! Her Majesty Ajax cast a forbidden spell there!" Luke Leopold slapped him on the head.

"Oh, oh, oh! There! Wait a minute! Wasn't that supposed to be a group of Cyclopes? General, what are you lamenting about?" Merck Leopold didn't understand for a moment what was going on with Renault's melancholy.

"I just lament that yet another amazing species has gone extinct under the iron heel of the kingdom!" Renault shook his head with deep regret.

"Huh? Not the general? You've started sympathizing with the enemy?" Luke Leopold was so anxious that he almost shouted out that dimensional-breaking line—"No, buddy!"
"Sympathy? No, no, no! I just feel they shouldn't have been destroyed so easily. The kingdom still has so many cities waiting to be built! So many buildings without workers! What better laborers are there than Cyclopes?" Reno shook his head regretfully. If only they could be tamed! What a useful race! How many large animals could be saved with them!
"..." Luke Leopold and Merck Leopold exchanged a glance. Damn, calling you a devil is really an understatement!
"It's over. At least Windhelm won't be threatened this winter!" Renault shook his head. The terrifying aura of the forbidden spell would repel any monsters or orcs that tried to approach. Although the forbidden spell wasn't released directly at the ground, the forbidden spell released in the air had little impact on the environment, but its terrifying aura could travel very far!
"Let's go! Let's prepare to welcome Aragorn, the one King Roland is paying special attention to!" Renault sighed, put on his leather coat, and turned to descend the city wall.

Yes, while Ysmir was fighting the Cyclops, Aragorn had unknowingly traversed the entire Mirkwood and appeared in the Kingdom of Akvia!
Under the rule of the Whitewing King, the Kingdom of Akvia has developed quite well. Although the capital city of Los Sannier is not as prosperous as Swiftstream City, it is much more prosperous than the Vale Kingdom! After all, the Whitewing King has taken in a large number of northern nomads. Also, because the two sides of the river are adjacent, the docks of Swiftstream City and Los Sannier City are bustling with people! Similarly, Swiftstream City can know about any movement in the Kingdom of Akvia immediately, and spies disguised as ordinary merchants will continuously send intelligence back to Swiftstream City.

Not long ago, spies accidentally spotted Aragorn in the Kingdom of Akvia. However, it must be said that the discovery of Aragorn was a coincidence. The handsome Legolas successfully attracted the spies' attention, and then they only needed to look away to see Aragorn's tall figure.

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"A wondrous place!" This was Aragorn's assessment of the kingdom. The fact that a human kingdom could gather on the edge of the Mirkwood was simply unbelievable to him. After all, the Mirkwood was teeming with orcs, enough to easily crush any force in their path. Aragorn was used to the struggle for survival of human settlements throughout Romanian; his own Dúnedan nomads lived a life of constant guerrilla warfare against orcs. But he never imagined that a human kingdom would emerge in this border region, where a war that shocked Middle-earth had taken place just a few years prior!
"Glug!" Aragorn sipped the hot salted meat soup. Although the Kingdom of Akvia was relatively poor in resources, as long as you had money, you could still get some rare supplies.

"Crackling!" Several skewers of roasted meat hung by the fireplace, sizzling and dripping with oil. Clearly, for Legolas and Aragorn, the expensive winter meat was still a common commodity, since, strictly speaking, both of them belonged to the wealthy class!
“That’s because of the kingdom on the other side of the river! He is the true King of the North!” Legolas said softly, as if chanting a sutra, his eyes filled with respect and emotion as he gazed at the window covered in frost flowers.

“I’m really looking forward to it!” Aragorn said solemnly, looking at Legolas’s expression.

"The roast meat here is pretty good!" Legolas took the roast meat off the fireplace and carefully sliced ​​it with a knife. The slices were perfectly thin and glistening with oil and had a wonderful aroma. The two of them didn't stand on ceremony and dipped the meat in the sauce, rolled it into bread, and began to enjoy it.

"Indeed! It's a bit greasy!" Aragorn, who had eaten roasted meat for countless days, said with a hint of greasiness. However, for those humans who were starving, having roasted meat to fill their stomachs was already considered a good thing!
"Clang clang clang!" Just as the two were enjoying their meal, a melodious bell suddenly rang out outside, causing them to subconsciously stop what they were doing and quickly and precisely reach for their weapons.

"Click!" Aragorn pushed open the window, and Legolas immediately used his hands to push himself up and flipped out. While rolling on the roof of the wooden house, Legolas drew his sharp elven scimitar.

"Bang!" After a graceful roll to dissipate the force, Legolas knelt on one knee, gripping his sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, assuming a defensive stance. "Bang!" As snowflakes flew, Aragorn, clad in thick leather, also jumped down, drew his longsword, and warily surveyed his surroundings.

"Thud!" The child holding the bread bag took two steps back, and the bread bag slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

"Waaah!" The child turned and ran away crying, as if he had made up his mind.

"..." Suddenly the whole street became quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind and the rustling of flags, everyone remained motionless.

"Ahem, is there a problem?" Aragorn tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice.

“It seems so…” Legolas said uncertainly in a low voice, looking at the motionless residents around him.

And so they remained in an awkward stillness, neither daring to make a move, until…

"Toot toot toot!" A sharp whistle rang out, and a squad of Akvia Kingdom city guards, carrying spears and shields, ran over.

"Boom!" Instantly, the crowd that had been standing there stunned scattered and fled, screams and cries coming from all directions, as if the calm person just moments before was not themselves.

"Boom!" One after another, large shields crashed to the ground, forming a semi-circular shield wall that surrounded Aragorn and Legolas.

"Creak!" With the trembling of the bowstrings, longbows were drawn back by archers behind the shield wall. Among the dozens of ordinary longbows, several others radiated a stream of battle aura, clearly belonging to professional archers!
“I think we’ve misunderstood something!” Aragorn said with a flourish, and his longsword fell from his hand. Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he raised his hands.

"Whoosh!" The next second, the Akvia city guards pointed their weapons at Legolas.

“Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!” Legolas raised his hands.

"Bang!" The two men were pinned to the ground, and the Akvia soldiers quickly tied them up.

“Hey! This isn’t what I expected…” Aragorn called out to Legolas from afar.