"Damn it! What the hell is this!" Roland helplessly pulled off a few vines from his body, his eyes full of helplessness!

"Zeng!" The sharp sword was swung quickly, and the surging fighting spirit quickly crushed the low-hanging vines. Omsk put away the sword helplessly.

"This road is even harder to walk on than last time!" Kaslo's eyes were filled with worry. The last time they and the Knights passed through, this road was barely passable. After all, it was already late autumn, and the vegetation here was not lush. But now, with midsummer approaching, the undergrowth here was enough to make even the most elite knights despair.

"Dragon God..." Roland reluctantly dismounted. Who could understand the pain of having a horse but not being able to ride it? He wasn't a Level 6 hero like Omsk, whose powerful protective fighting spirit was enough to push away these obstacles. As he sat on his horse, the vines lashed his face like whips. Roland could only lament his own merits and deserved such treatment.

"Your Highness, you'd better walk. There are too many obstacles here, and there are infantrymen all around. You would be quite conspicuous sitting on a warhorse..." Caslo said tactfully.

In fact, what he wanted to say more was that in the presence of trolls, the one sitting on a warhorse was no less than a target. Although there were many obstacles around, they did not hinder the trolls' precise javelin attacks. They would always find opportunities to throw deadly javelins at tricky angles. Perhaps the javelin was limited by the material and was not enough to hunt down a fully armed elite knight, but the trolls knew how to poison!

"Well, you have a point!" Roland nodded. There was no need for him to risk his life. He did not want to gamble his life with the strength of a dragon. God knew what those trolls would add to it. This would undoubtedly be a disaster for Roland's army without priests and alchemists.

"Speed up, we have to get through here quickly!" Balin also waved his battle axe and opened the way in front. The atmosphere here was too depressing. Although dwarves like to dig holes, it does not mean that dwarves like narrow places.

"Kach!"

"Bang!"

As the sounds of axes and swords falling rang out, countless wood chips and tree sap flew along with the axe blades and sword edges, and a path took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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"Whoosh~" Suddenly there was a sharp whistle. Roland, with his chest puffed out and his stomach tucked in, felt as if his chest had been trampled by a galloping Charles warhorse before he could react. He only felt a numbness in his chest, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

"Enemy attack!" This was the last sound Roland heard before he passed out.

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"Hiss!" Roland Mimihuhu opened his eyes. The flickering bonfire in front of him gave him plenty of warmth. A fur blanket covered him. Through his sense of touch, he could clearly feel that there were several layers of fur under him. However, his movement still touched his injured part.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" Caslo asked in surprise.

"Oh! Dragon God! Your Highness, I'm glad that you are safe and sound, otherwise I would be blamed for your death!" Omsk blushed.

"Tsk! I almost thought you were dead, but it seems you are still very tenacious." The elven dragon Smurf who had been following Roland as a hanger also spoke lazily.

"What happened?" Roland groaned weakly. He just wanted to know what had happened to him.

"Um... it was the trolls, Your Highness. The trolls attacked us... Unfortunately, they attacked you first... You were hit directly on the breastplate by a heavy armor-piercing javelin, and then you fainted." Kaslo said with guilt.

"Durin! Your Highness King Roland, you should be grateful for your plate armor. It's of excellent quality. If it hadn't successfully blocked the troll's attack, you might have gone to the Eternal Land." Balin sighed. Although Roland's lord's plate armor looks and colors a bit flashy, it's really useful! At least in terms of defense, there is really no one who can defeat the user.

"Cough cough cough! Water!" Roland stretched out his hand helplessly to ask for water.

"Your Highness..." Caslo quickly offered the water bag.

"Fuck! I've already gotten off my horse, why are you still the first to attack me?" Roland muttered all kinds of taboo words while rubbing the bruises on his chest in frustration. His plate armor had been removed and placed aside. He could clearly see that the troll's full-strength attack had only left a white spot on the chest of his lord's adamantine armor. Roland was stunned... (Roland: How embarrassing... I almost died without breaking the defense?)

"Well, maybe you should look at the unique color of that armor. No one will not notice you..." Balin pursed his lips, with a strange look in his eyes.

Roland turned his head and looked at his plate armor again. Under the illumination of the fire, the entire armor emitted a dazzling golden light, like the sun in the dark night... Now Roland understood why this happened without anyone explaining it to him.

Such a flashy color on the battlefield is no less than a big sign that says "Come and hit me, I am the boss". Among a kind of people, Roland's armor is the most unique. Don't underestimate the trolls, they are also intelligent creatures, and they also know the principle of capturing the leader first.

"Where are those trolls? I want to kill them! They actually resorted to a sneak attack? No martial ethics? These losers in the jungle! They don't have the ability!" Roland was furious, but he still couldn't change the fact that he was almost strung together by the trolls.

"We've repelled them. They left behind over a dozen bodies, but we didn't suffer any casualties," Omsk explained. What a joke! Roland being taken out by a single blow while unprepared was already shameful. If they could still be killed by the trolls even with their defenses in place, then they should reconsider the need for this trip. After all, dealing with a few trolls who only knew how to sneak up on them was already difficult, so defeating the enemies of Moria would be even more impossible.

"Their equipment is very poor. Even the javelins are made of wood. Although they are imbued with fighting spirit, if they were made of metal, the damage would be even more terrifying..." What Omsk did not mention was that if they were made of metal javelins, perhaps the Lagrande army would have already been in mourning and had a feast on the spot.

"Fortunately, they don't have smelting technology..." Caslo was also extremely scared. Not to mention that they suffocated Roland all of a sudden, even looking at those wooden spearheads half-embedded in the big shields would make his scalp tingle. If the trolls' weapons were better, their shields really wouldn't be able to withstand many of them.

"Terrible troll pitchers!" Roland said in awe. These dark-skinned intelligent creatures, over three meters tall and with arms longer than their knees, showed Roland through their actions what the difference between life and death meant.

"Send the rangers out! I don't want another troll to be able to shoot me next time!" Roland said with a dark face. It was terrifying! He was so nearly dead. If the troll had aimed at his head... if this armor had a little less defense... if that was a metal javelin... if that javelin had more bonus skills, Roland would have had a close call.

"Of course, Your Highness. The rangers can guarantee that there will be no enemy within a radius of 500 meters from you!" Caslo assured hastily. To be on the safe side, he built three more defense circles around Roland. Although they were not foolproof, at least there were no obvious loopholes.