Get Some Blood on Your Hands

"Orcs regular army? They could still organize a regular army?" General Reno looked utterly bewildered. Dol Guldur had been beaten into that state, and Reno had participated in the series of wars against Dol Guldur ever since Roland first arrived in Middle-earth. He knew full well just how horrific Dol Guldur's losses had been. Yet they could still field an Orc army? Were they not planning to live anymore? Did they really think the Golden Forest Elves across the Anduin River were dead?

"Did you bring the body over?" Reno's eyes were full of confusion.

"Of course. It's here!" Anthony Dos gestured.

"Tsk, what's going on? No clan markings? Those sons of bitches from Mordor have started reinforcing this place again, haven't they?" After examining the corpse, Reno grumbled helplessly. The lack of a familiar clan emblem meant these Orcs were not from any Dol Guldur clan he knew. As for where they had come from, anyone could figure that out without using their brain...

"Most likely! A fully equipped Orc regular army wandering around the Kingdom does not fit our defensive strategy. Therefore, General Reno, I suggest reporting this to the King and requesting reinforcements to wipe them out! Otherwise, the frontier territory—Windhelm Town—might be gone by the time they wake up tomorrow." Anthony Dos spoke gravely.

Reno did not refute him, because he knew just how destructive a fully equipped Orc regular army could be! They were beasts capable of charging upstream against the Swift River Infantry! Against these fearless Orc regulars, unless the Knight Order rolled over them, fighting them in the wilderness without fortifications would leave even the Dwarves, who possessed the strongest heavy infantry, weeping over their casualties and running back to call Durin.

"Doesn't the Kingdom have a newly promoted Dragon Knight? I