The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Look! The bridge!" Balin pointed excitedly in the direction to the right.

Roland took a closer look and saw a lonely stone bridge across the Abyss of Moria connecting each other. Although the view was not clear, Roland could clearly sense that the thing was probably not close to him.

"We have to occupy Hall 4 before we can resist the bridge... There is no mining ropeway now, this is our only way!" Balin explained to him as if he saw Roland's surprise.

"Don't you have any other way?" Roland's heart trembled. Who knows if that thing is reliable or not? Anyway, Roland only knew that 60 years later, a poor wizard named "Gan Tofu" became an old man...

"We are all heavy-armed! I don't want to die from a mistake instead of being killed by the orc's sword!" Roland shook Balin's shoulders and said every word. In terms of weight and weight, this group of people was definitely heavier than the Balrog. He doubted whether this thing could bear this "heavy responsibility"?

"Oh no! Your Highness Roland! You need to believe in our dwarf manufacturing! Our craftsmanship and quality are absolutely top-notch!" Balin assured, patting his chest.

"No matter how good the craftsmanship and quality are, it can't be smoothed over without maintenance for thousands of years..." Roland said with a dark face. If he hadn't known that this thing collapsed in the end, he would have almost believed it.

"We can temporarily reinforce it..." Bahrain shrugged nonchalantly. This look is truly worthy of Maozi Airlines! If it weren't for the fact that the dwarves in Middle-earth didn't have aircraft technology, Roland would have no doubt that the dwarves would still be able to fly even if the engine failed.

"..." Roland shuddered and said nothing.

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"It looks like the road is not far away! Why did it take so long?" Roland watched the coalition forces move like ants one after another on the winding stone steps. He stood on a platform with his hands intertwined and looked helplessly at Bahrain. .

"Hahaha, this is the capital of the dwarves! We have been building it for countless years... Ten main halls are connected to countless buildings. The dwarves once lived and worked here in peace and contentment. We gather here! Mining here! Smelting here! Until later... The demons in the underground were awakened, and we were unable to defeat them. The dwarves finally withdrew from this place... During the battle of Azanubicha, I saw with my own eyes the fall of the king and the decline of the tribe... We did not even enter Moria. At the gate!" Balin sighed with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

"That's it! You have successfully returned home... If you are really unable to defeat us, we can destroy the passage here! Separate half of Moria!" Roland said.

"This is the worst-case scenario..." Balin sighed.

"We will deal with that Balrog! No! It should be the Dragon Clan! You have to clean up the remaining stinky fish and shrimps slowly!" Roland nodded and said to Balin, he still needs to lead the troops back to help with the autumn harvest! Having suffered from famine before, Roland ordered the people to vigorously cultivate wasteland and even implemented the system of military settlements. He knew at his own risk that the current manpower in Rapid City would be insufficient to take care of those crops.

"No problem, leave those miscellaneous fish to us!" Balin nodded gratefully. The orcs and goblin dwarves here can still be solved by fighting for their lives, but the Balrog is not something that the dwarves can deal with at the moment. The clan has lost the protection of the sixth level, and an ordinary sixth level can't do anything to an adult Balrog.

"I don't know what the current situation is in Rapid City. Have they encountered any difficulties? How is the reclamation going? How is the repair of the houses..." Roland, who was tired from walking, found a platform to rest halfway and sat cross-legged. Come down.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, His Highness the Grand Duke and His Excellency Yun Feng will take good care of the kingdom, and with Renault leading the Lulong Fortress, there won't be any big problems!" Kaslo said with relief.

"I hope so... Bahrain, have you always walked like this before? Do you have to wait until the end of the year?" Roland sighed and raised his forehead as he looked at the queue that was still like a long queue.

"There used to be wooden bridges connecting... here! Here and here!" Balin glanced at Roland and pointed at several places.

"Uh..." Roland suddenly fell into silence. It turned out that it wasn't that there was no other way, but that there was too much time... Roland looked up again and took a deep breath as he looked up at the giant stone steps with a height of at least a hundred meters. It's hard to imagine how the dwarves used to dig out these things with hoe and pickaxe. The time spent is definitely not something that one generation can stop.

"Let's go, King Roland, don't stay here as a target! The view is too wide! This city is not safe yet, so I can't take you to experience her most magnificent glory right now!" Balin shook his head and tightened the leather strap of his helmet. .

"Yes!" Roland nodded. This was not the first time that he had been hit by an arrow in the back. There were always unscrupulous people who wanted to harm him! This made Roland miserable. .

As for why it is so quiet now, they are completely proud of the Lordaeron rangers who are opening the way in front. They have already known dozens of hidden danger spots, whether they are hiding orcs or goblins secretly firing cold arrows, they have lost them. Down the cliff.

"Pass it on! It's coming soon. Let's gather in that square first. Don't disturb the bastards in the fourth hall!" Balin pointed to a very obvious large square in the distance and whispered to the messenger.

"clear!"

"What? Is that the fourth hall?" Roland asked curiously.

"No, no, no! Of course not! That's the square of the fourth hall!" Balin took a deep look at Roland and said meaningfully.

"..." Roland looked at the vast square and suddenly understood Bahrain's description of the fourth hall as big. This is more than just big!

"You're not lost, are you?" Roland suddenly became excited. Damn it! In such a big place, it is doubtful whether a thousand people from the coalition forces would make a splash if thrown into it!

"Wait! Your Highness, I feel something is wrong! Have you noticed? The temperature seems to have risen a lot!" There was already a layer of fine beads of sweat on Kaslo's face.

"Hahaha! There is magma in some places underground, so it's normal for it to be hotter!" Bahrain smiled and took it for granted.

"I'm afraid it's not the magma..." Ormsk frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I smell the sour smell of sulfur... I don't like the feeling here!" The Smurf said displeasedly as he climbed on Roland's shoulder.

"Maybe... we are close to the habitat of the Balrog!" Kaslo's eyes were full of solemnity.

"Your Highness, don't go there yet! I'll go take a look! If something happens, destroy the passage immediately! Don't worry about me!" Ormsk left dozens of meters away in a few leaps. The sixth-level hero can already fly in the air for a certain distance with his fighting spirit. It's time, even if the stone steps are cut off, Ormsk can still come back.

"Pay attention to safety! The entire army stops advancing!" Balin and Roland ordered all the soldiers to stop advancing. Everyone involved in the Balrog became cautious. In case of a serious attack on the coalition forces, several lords and generals might It's okay, but ordinary soldiers will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Looking into the distance, Kasro tightened his grip on the dragon flute, while Smurf bared his teeth, and the surging dragon power flashed in his dragon eyes.

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