"Horn of Oath: Raise the holy sword to proclaim dominion, summoning the Undead of the Mountain-dwellers to fight!" The moment Roland saw Wes's newly appeared entry, he realized something. He looked at Wes strangely. How had this guy gotten involved with the Mountain-dwellers of the White Mountains? The Lagrange Plain was not far from the White Mountains.
"Hm?" Roland, who had already decided not to pursue the matter further, inadvertently noticed that Wes actually had a buff status hanging over him!
"Oath of the Dead—Under Sernal's final command, the King of the Mountain swore allegiance to Wes and would fight for him!"
"..." Roland narrowed his eyes. So that was it! No wonder the Mountain-dwellers had connected with Wes—it was Sernal's legacy. For a moment, Roland was even jealous of Wes's luck. He had gotten where he was today entirely because of the system, while Wes had relied on nothing but luck all the way and somehow miraculously reached the top! One Sernal had practically paved every road in this guy's future. Roland suddenly did not want to work hard anymore.
"Don't let him down!" Roland patted his shoulder meaningfully. Perhaps only Wes himself could understand those words.
"Yes, Your Highness..." Wes answered, blushing awkwardly.
"We're here!" Roland calmly gazed at the turbulent confluence before them, where the Swift River met the Redwater River. This had once been the heart of a vast empire. It had once possessed a magnificent city and two formidable fortresses! Lagrange City, Swift River Fortress, and East Emperor Fortress had stood at the meeting of the three banks in a three-pronged formation!
"Have all traces vanished into time?" Adolf Heinrich said with a sigh. Of that once-glorious empire, only a pitiful handful of them remained. Even they struggled desperately to survive in Middle-earth. Sauron's