Thanks to the Orc army's devastating casualties over the years, the great battle five years ago had practically drained the blood from the Orcs' mobile forces. Now, the only force capable of stopping Roland's troops was Mordor's Orc Warg Riders. But Roland was willing to gamble with Sauron!
Sauron was now caught in a dilemma. Apart from the Mordor Army, the armies of all his other territories had lost their offensive capability. Even after recovering somewhat over the past five years, they could only maintain defensive formations. Whether Sauron knew Roland had launched the Great Expedition or not, he could not reach that far! Too few troops, and Roland could swallow them in one bite; too many troops, and if they were crippled, he would become a commander without an army! The elite Orc Warg Riders were nowhere near comparable to ordinary Orc infantry. The value of their lives differed by dozens of times!
"Come back alive!" Reno patted Luke Leopold and Merk Leopold on the shoulders. The two brothers would serve as the commanders of the two Swift River Infantry legions participating in the Great Expedition!
"I will, General. We'll have a drink when we return!" Luke Leopold smiled.
"Mm!" Reno nodded. The journey ahead was long, and no one knew what lay before them. But wasn't that humanity? Fearlessness and curiosity drove humanity, letting this race spread its footsteps across Middle-earth!
Clank! Clank! Clank! Heavy footsteps rang out alongside the scrape of armor. A torrent of azure-green spears slowly moved across the earth. Ahead marched the Lagrange City Guards in four ranks, while behind them were Bannaria Archers carrying longbows and Mithril Armor-piercing Hammers. As for Roland, he was surrounded by the Royal Guard and trailed behind the other units. It was not because Roland was