Lord of the Rings: Warriors

"I think Thorin is going to bleed heavily for this one..." Rynar shook his head as he watched the dwarves leave. 

Given their well-known love for gold, this expenditure for Loshanier City would definitely make Thorin's heart ache for quite some time.

"Well, there's no other way. It's practically a forced reconstruction of the city..." Dylan shrugged helplessly. 

Those two were a real pair—one daring to fly, the other daring to run. They had nearly given Dylan a heart attack. 

If they were really up against a whole swarm of dragons, their best bet for survival was hiding within the city walls. Running off into the wilderness would be a guaranteed death sentence.

"Forget it, that's the dwarves' problem, not ours. Let's settle our own people first." Rynar sighed.

"Yeah, let's head back to the city." Caslow nodded at Rynar. The wilderness was still full of dangers. As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. 

Even with guards protecting them, there was still some level of risk. 

No one could guarantee complete safety outside the city, especially with orc raiders lurking across the wastelands. Caslow didn't want any unexpected incident leaving the kingdom leaderless.

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"Sigh..." Rynar sighed helplessly.

"Why the sigh, Your Highness?" Nyx approached, curiosity lighting up her eyes as she saw Rynar deep in thought.

"I've lived in this tent for too long. I want to experience what it's like to live in a real castle…" Rynar looked troubled. Ever since he vacated the castle for Nyx, most of the remaining space had been converted into storage. After all, in Middle-earth, a castle was the best place to keep supplies safe.

"Then let's expand it. Castle is far too small anyway." Nyx chuckled, covering her mouth lightly.

"It's not that simple. The citizens are busy with farming, and we don't have spare manpower to work on construction." 

Rynar said helplessly. Building a castle was much more complex than simply reinforcing city walls. It required skilled craftsmen with experience in stone masonry and architecture.

"Take it slow, build it bit by bit. The mages are idle right now, aren't they? Have them craft more enchanted stone bricks in the meantime. 

We'll accumulate the materials and expand gradually." Nyx smiled.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you—our future Queen of Zaltarion." Rynar responded with absolute seriousness.

"You—! What nonsense are you talking about!" Nyx's face flushed red, and in embarrassment, she grabbed a handful of weeds and hurled them at Rynar.

"Alright, alright! I won't say it anymore. Do as you wish, my lady! La-la-la~" Rynar dodged the flying weeds, squeezed his knees against his horse, and shot forward like an arrow.

"Hmph! Just wait until I catch you! Or else—hmph hmph hmph!" Nyx waved her staff menacingly in mock threat.

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"Lord Radir, I must trouble you. Dylan will assist you in the process." Rynar approached the old mage Radir, who was basking in the sunlight. 

Truth be told, Radir had a certain resemblance to Gandalf—his deep, thoughtful gaze, his long white beard, his simple mage robes. 

The main difference was that unlike Gandalf, Radir wore a hooded robe instead of a pointed hat.

"Of course, Your Highness. I will do my best." Radir bowed respectfully. His reverence for the king was unwavering.

"I appreciate it." Rynar nodded.

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"What the hell?! What are you all doing?!" Rynar's voice trembled as he pointed at Lavian and the other Knights of the Crossed Purple Jasmine in utter shock.

His royal tent had already been half-dismantled, and the remaining half was trembling as if in the clutches of demonic hands.

"Treason! Treason, I say!" Rynar's blood boiled. Damn it! These knights actually dared to tear down their king's tent?! 

Where was he supposed to sleep tonight? Under the open sky?! Rynar swore to himself—he had never treated these knights unfairly! 

If anything, he merely had an interest in their beloved Duchess Nyx. But wasn't it normal for a king to court a duchess?

"Oh, this is good!" Caslow, who had just arrived, nearly tripped. "What in the world is happening? Forced demolition?!"

"What exactly... are you doing?" Marcus, the city guard officer who had followed Caslow, cautiously chose his words.

"We're... merging the royal tents." Lavian's face showed great reluctance, the very picture of a man forced to do something against his will.

"Merging... the royal tents?" Caslow's expression suddenly became very interesting. The way he looked at Rynar changed instantly.

"Your Highness... I never expected you to be this kind of man... so impatient..." Caslow clicked his tongue, feigning admiration. 

He had always thought Rynar to be serious and proper, yet here he was, revealing his true colors as a lecher!

"Lavian! Restore my reputation this instant!" Rynar lunged at him furiously.

"Your Highness, please calm yourself!" Omsk suddenly appeared behind Rynar, his powerful aura locking Rynar's movements in place.

"Enough! Stop making a fuss. I was the one who ordered them to dismantle it." Nyx approached, her delicate face glowing with a warm blush that made Rynar's heart ache with admiration.

"This... doesn't seem appropriate." Rynar nervously rubbed his hands together.

"Hmm? Are you saying you're... incapable?" Nyx's feigned surprise was like a dagger stabbing directly into Rynar's male pride.

"Just you wait! Tonight, you'll see for yourself whether I'm capable or not! Another territory will soon fall to my conquest!" Rynar's eyes burned with dangerous determination.

"Good. I'll be waiting. I'd love to see how Your Highness plans to conquer me?" Nyx transformed into a mischievous little demon, her entire being exuding a siren's allure, sending Rynar's heart racing.

"Caslow, let's go!" In the end, Rynar admitted defeat. Grabbing Caslow by the arm, he bolted out of the tent. If he stayed any longer, he feared he wouldn't be able to restrain himself.

"Huh? What?!" Caslow was yanked away at lightning speed.

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"Congratulations, Your Highness! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness!" Dylan clasped his hands together, his face full of amusement. 

Clearly, word of the event had spread across Riverguard at an alarming speed.

"I... I swear, thank you!" Rynar responded weakly. According to his guards, he had now been successfully packaged into the perfect king—wealthy, powerful, young, and most importantly, the recipient of a duchess's affections. This had greatly satisfied Zaltarion's people and their love for gossip.

"This is a good thing! You should have an heir soon. The strongest kingdoms often collapse from within, and having no successor is one of the main reasons." Dylan said earnestly.

"Get yourself a wife first before lecturing me!" Rynar snapped. Was that really his biggest concern? 

No! His real frustration was that people now believed he was the submissive one in the relationship! He was definitely the dominant one!

"Stop resisting, Your Highness." Dylan patted Rynar's shoulder with a knowing look.

"Your Highness! An envoy from Loshanier City has arrived! Do you wish to see them now?" A guard suddenly arrived, sparing Rynar further embarrassment.

"Loshanier City? A messenger from the Aquavia King? Let's go. We should meet them at once. They might need help." Rynar straightened up. 

Loshanier had practically become a ruined city, with its people scattered. 

The Aquavia King likely lacked the forces to gather his lost citizens and had come seeking assistance. After all, in the entire North, who had more cavalry than Rynar?

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