Delivering Supplies

"Middle-earth will soon be swept by a storm..." Roland suddenly said out of the blue. He had no intention of explaining it to Reno. After all, he had no way to explain that Sauron would openly return to Mordor in a few years. Still, there was nothing wrong with making preparations early. When the War of the One Ring came, the dark alliance would surely be very "moved."

Roland eagerly anticipated the expressions on those trash invaders' faces when they entered the Northern Territory during the War of the One Ring. Compared to the Northern Territory of history, defended only by King Brand and Dáin, the current Northern Territory was terrifyingly strong! The rift between Elves and Dwarves had been erased, the three human kingdoms had gathered together, and there were also two Dwarven kingdoms! The combined military strength of the entire Northern Territory was no weaker than that of any southern kingdom!

And now they had so many Goblin mercenaries. Roland could already imagine that, when the War of the One Ring came decades later, they might be able to field a force of over ten thousand Pig Riders!

"Are they over there now?" Roland, having climbed Dragon Slaying Towers to look into the distance, pointed at the scattered firelight and asked.

"They should be. Judging by the direction, that should be their camp!" Reno nodded.

"Have the supplies been delivered?" Roland asked. While they did not need to fully cover the Goblins' daily food, the kingdom still had to provide essential survival supplies.

"Tents and such are still being gathered. They'll be delivered soon!" Reno thought for a moment.

"That's too slow. Without tents, they won't sleep well at night. Arrange it as soon as possible! And get them some logs!" Roland instructed Reno. Based on what