"Sign-in successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Lordaeron Ranger*50!"
"Oh shit! It's shipped? It's out of Africa and into Europe?" Roland rubbed his eyes. You know, he had been signing miscellaneous items for more than ten days, and there were very few he could use. The sudden appearance of a military type reward made Roland a little surprised.
However, after Roland saw the types of troops this time, he immediately revealed a gloomy look...
"What the hell is this? I thought it was a Lordaeron knight! What's the use of a Lordaeron ranger?" Roland wailed like a defeated dog.
The Duchy of Lordaeron is nestled in the forests of the eastern corner of the Sea of Rhûn. The entire forest belongs to the Grand Duke of Lordaeron. Lordaeron is most famous for its people, who are almost all half-elfs. With their blend of elven and human traits, they produce renowned knights, rangers, and archers across the continent...
Lordaeron Knights aren't particularly strong among knights. Because they're half-elves, they eschew heavy, bulky plate armor, opting instead for lightweight mail and chainmail. Early in the game, Lordaeron's soldiers were considered the worst of the worst. The only class with respectable stats besides the Knights was the Rangers, but the Rangers' value wasn't high compared to the average Lord. While they could equip a heavy sword, buckler, and plate mail, the high price still discouraged most Lord players. As for the Lordaeron Knights... they were a miserable class early on. They couldn't match the Raglan Knights in head-on combat, their defense wasn't as good (they never wore plate armor for portability), and their speed... well, no one could outrun them. Their only remaining trait was that they were the only class capable of successfully charging through the jungle. Their superior riding skills and excellent vision allowed them to gallop through the jungle and slash enemies with their lances...
Until later, by chance, a player discovered the hidden inherited skills of the Lordaeron Knights...
In the Lord of the Rings game, each officially named knightly order has its own inherited skills (Roland's Holy Knights do not count...). Knights in different regions have different advanced skills, and the knights of Lordaeron all inherit a secret skill - counterattack!
In layman's terms, if they were holding a lance, using this skill would be a counterattack, and if they were holding a bow, it would be a return shot. This skill gave the Lordaeron Knights the ability to reverse their charge and attack. So, during one battle, players discovered that the general's army had lost more men chasing the Lordaeron Knights than in a head-on confrontation. This revealed something was amiss, and the Lordaeron Knights' hidden skill was discovered by players. Suddenly, the Lordaeron Knights went from being ignored to being highly sought after, with countless lords hoping to recruit a team of Lordaeron Knights to serve as a rearguard.
"Tsk tsk tsk! I remember that I also had a team of Lordaeron knights! That reverse charge was so powerful!" Roland couldn't help but fall into memories. Who would have thought that the knights who seemed to be fleeing would twist their upper bodies and wave their weapons to burst out with terrifying murderous intent?
"Forget it, let's just be a ranger. He's a ranged soldier after all." Roland shook his head and stopped thinking about these lemon-eating things.
"Your Highness!" Radil interrupted Roland's trance.
"Oh? Um... where were you talking about?" Roland said embarrassedly. Because of the ups and downs of the Lordaeron Ranger just now, Roland had no intention of paying attention to what Radil said.
"It's nothing, Your Highness. I just heard that you still have a lot of Smaug's flesh and blood here, right?" There was a shrewd gleam in Ladir's eyes.
"Uh..." Roland grinned and immediately realized that this old guy might have set his eyes on Smaug's flesh and blood. He didn't know who told him that... Roland had no choice but to nod and admit that he still had Smaug's flesh and blood in his hand.
"Great! I was just worried about not having enough energy-rich monster flesh and blood to feed the griffins! A mutated giant flying dragon like Smaug should be enough for these five little guys to eat until they grow up!" Ladir waved his hand kindly towards the sky, and a figure scurried back under Ladir's robe like a gust of wind and lightning. It was the griffin cub that had just slipped away.
Roland suddenly became playful. He leaned over and tilted his head to stare at the robe the griffin had just slipped into, trying to figure out how such a large creature could fit into the robe. Unexpectedly, the next second, a little eagle's head also popped out, looking up at the sky...
The man and the griffin stared at each other. The little griffin looked at Roland's tilted head and his eyes turned to the side as well.
"Haha! How interesting! I didn't expect the griffin to be so cute when it was young!" Roland smiled and his depression immediately disappeared.
"Yeah! Who would have thought that they would be able to fight all kinds of creatures just one year later!" Radil also stroked his beard and sighed.
"Then I won't bother you anymore, Lord Radil. I'll just take a walk around the city..." Roland teased the little griffin for a while, making it so angry that it circled around his legs and kept making eagle cries. Then Roland withdrew his hand, said goodbye to Radil, and decided to take a closer look at his own city.
"Goodbye, Your Highness!" Radil gave Roland a wizard salute and said goodbye.
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"Come and have a look, have a look! Fresh Changhu white fish! Only 2 copper coins a piece! Fellow countryman, want one?" The fishmonger shouted with all his heart.
"Fresh mushrooms! Picked from the wilderness! Delicious! Rich in nutrients!" The women in the gathering team also put out the wild game they had found.
"High-quality charcoal! Low smoke, long burning time! 3 pounds per copper coin!"
Although there were only a little over 2,000 residents, the hardworking Lagrang people had already formed a bustling market on the central avenue of the city. Roland even found a tavern there!
Roland casually pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and squeezed in. Suddenly, a heat wave mixed with the smell of cheap liquor came over him. Roland closed his eyes out of stimulation. After a few seconds of adjusting to the environment, Roland opened his eyes again and looked around the only tavern in the city of Jiliu.
"Goodness! That's really eye-catching!" Roland complained in his heart.
The tavern wasn't big. Compared to the massive taverns of his past life, and even in the game, which often spanned tens of thousands of square meters, this less than three hundred square meters seemed incredibly crowded. Roland estimated there were at least a hundred people inside! There were even quite a few familiar faces among them—they were all soldiers off duty. A semicircular bar sat against the wall at the far end, its niches filled with bottles and cans of liquor. A young woman sat at the bar, clearing the area and directing the staff. Needless to say, she was the proprietress.
"Not bad! You can actually open a tavern here?" After glancing at the low-quality beer in the jar, Roland casually pulled over a high stool and sat in front of the woman.
"What do you need, sir? Drinks or food..." The woman accidentally looked up and was stunned.
"Your Highness... I didn't steal your wealth on purpose... I... paid taxes..." After seeing Roland's face clearly, the woman immediately knelt on the ground and crawled out of the bar. Strictly speaking, without a business license issued by the lord, what they did could be considered "stealing" the lord's wealth and they could be executed by the lord.
"No problem! Get up!" Roland waved his hand to show that he didn't care about it. He had already paid the tax, so he could open the business if he wanted. Roland had a headache listening to all the miscellaneous rules about liquor franchises. As long as it didn't violate the law, Roland didn't want to make things difficult for anyone.
"I don't mean to blame you. I'm just curious where your drinks come from." Roland looked at the woman in front of him curiously.
