"Those Orcs have gone mad too!" Roland shook his head and muttered. At a time like this, there were still Orcs who thought two intact legions could threaten the regular army of the Lagrange Kingdom?
Even with a Sixth Tier Orc Overlord among them, in a true one-on-one duel, any Dragon Knight in the kingdom could take him down easily—Wes excluded. The reason they were not going out for a field battle was because the Lagrange Kingdom was wary of the Nazgûl's schemes.
"Keep a close watch on those two legions and see what they're up to!" Roland waved a hand, signaling Duke Joelster not to worry. If he had not been concerned about the Black Arrows, Roland would have ordered the Dragon Knights to fly over and scour the ground with Dragon Breath.
"Is it really okay to ignore them like this?" Duke Joelster froze. A whole Orc legion was right in their faces, and another was preparing to cross the river, yet Roland was telling him that simply watching them was enough?
"What else can we do? Go out and fight them to the death? Don't forget that our whereabouts have already been exposed, while the Nazgûl are still hiding in the shadows!" Roland frowned. He disliked this passive situation too, but their tactical disadvantage meant they could only hold the city and respond to every change by remaining unchanged.
Two ten-thousand-strong Orc forces wandering around nearby would have sent Roland fleeing long ago. But now that he had the advantage of Lagrange City's walls, Roland did not mind waiting at ease for an exhausted enemy. In the end, it was the strength in his hands that gave him confidence! He was no longer the bare-bones king from years ago, with no cards left to play. The kingdom's