The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"For our homeland! For our people! The descendants of Turin! Fight! Fight! Destroy the evil spirit!" Nairn's whole body was filled with fighting spirit, and the terrifying fighting spirit flames came out of his body, and the fighting spirit flames quietly moved on the sharp heavy axe. There was a streak of light on the crossing.

"Kill!" As the thigh muscles exert force, powerful force is transmitted along the ground to the legs.

"Boom!" The figure as thick as a mountain collided with the Balrog fiercely! The dwarf king Nairn struck a desperate blow.

"Boom!" The Balrog swung his giant flaming sword and beat Nairn back faster than he could charge at him. The embarrassed dwarf king was rolling around in the ruins like a poor beggar.

"Ahem!" The Tyrant profession and the earth-based war energy gave Nairn a powerful vitality. The huge vitality was transmitted along the earth to his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Nairn picked up his ax and stood up from the ruins again. stand up.

"Get away!" He set up the Balrog's fire sword and saved a dwarf who was almost cut into pieces by him.

"Be careful!" Nairn could only tell him before entering the battle again.

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"Boom!" Nairn was knocked away again, but the difference from before was that there were fewer dwarves surrounding the Balrog. The air was filled with a burnt and putrid smell. It was the burned dwarves. remains!

"How dare you! Kill my subjects! Attack my father! Destroy our home!" Nairn roared and pointed the battle ax at the Balrog. Although Nairn, covered in blood, looked embarrassed, he did not When something serious happened, the earth element's fighting spirit gave him a powerful physique and vitality, and also gave him the unique skill of absorbing the energy of the earth to heal himself!

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After an unknown amount of time, the entire fourth hall was almost in ruins, with tilted pillars, collapsed domes, debris scattered on the ground, and the lonely Nairn and Balrog.

"Fight! Dwarves of Kezad-dûm! Children of Turin! Fight!" Alone, Nairn launched another attack on the Balrog. Although the king was alone, he was not fighting alone! Behind him are thousands of descendants of Turin! The faith of the dwarves of the Longbeard clan supports him!

"Fight... fight! Turin..." Nairn waved his battle ax again to attack tiredly. He was tired, tired. He suddenly remembered the dwarves' boneless barbecue and the charming aroma of rum! The resplendent Kaisad-dûm, the smiling people, and the kind father...

"Don't even think about leaving! You butcher! You evil spirit in the sewer! I curse you as the Dwarf King! You will surely pierce your heart with thousands of arrows! You will shatter your bones and spread ashes!" Nairn waved the broken and broken blade unsteadily. Tomahawk, the armor on his body has long been broken into pieces, and only a few strips of cloth are still stubbornly hanging on his body to barely cover his shame.

"Roar!" The furious dwarf king jumped up and struck the Balrog's head fiercely. The battle ax with the flattened blade heavily knocked open the Balrog's head.

"Ouch!" Balrog whipped his whip in pain, and Nairn flew out again.

"Are you in pain? Are you afraid? Hahaha! I thought you were fearless! I thought you were invulnerable! I thought you would crush me like a bug! Unfortunately... you can't do it! Turin! Long live!" Nairn looked at the slowly retreating Balrog. He saw in its eyes the same fear as his own, and he shed two lines of bloody tears...

"This blow determines both victory and defeat... and life and death!" Nairn said slowly as if he had made up his mind.

"Bloodthirsty! Become crazy!" He dragged his no longer sharp battle ax slowly towards the Balrog, his eyes turned red! The muscles start to bulge!

"The blood is boiling with rage!" He walked calmly, leaving a line of deep footprints on the hard stone... The veins began to burst under the bulging muscles, and a large amount of blood accelerated and evaporated to form on the outside of his body. A faint blood mist...

"Move mountains!" He roared through gritted teeth. His bones began to lengthen, and his originally low body began to expand like a balloon. His size began to skyrocket. With a body of nearly three meters, no one could tell that he was different from the others. Dwarves have something to do with it.

"Burn blood!" He roared two words in a hoarse voice, the secret method of burning blood! The skill of a warrior fighting for his life is as unique as the sacrifice of a knight! It cannot be turned off automatically after being turned on!

Nairn's blood began to burn, and every inch of his body was condensing energy. A nearly ten-meter-long ax beam extended from the battle axe. He became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. Suddenly He seemed to see the hope of victory...

The Balrog is afraid! He is trembling! He was afraid of Nairn's world-destroying blow! This attack was the result of a tyrant's lifelong efforts, and even the gods would defeat him!

"Haha, this blow... the gods apologize!" Nairn jumped up crazily, waving his arms, and the axe, which condensed the power of his life, crossed a beautiful crescent, and dropped from the sky with death...

"Ouch~ah~oh! Roar~oh!" The Balrog wailed in pain. It felt the fear of death for the first time. At that moment, it seemed as if it saw the true god coming to the world! That shocking blow almost cut its sloping shoulder into two pieces!

"Bang!" The struggling Balrog threw Nairn away again. Nairn fell into the ruins but did not get up for a long time...

"Cough cough cough~ Poof! Cough cough cough~ What a pity!" The light in Nairn's eyes dimmed a little, and he stared at the battle ax in his hand. The already curled battle ax just got stuck on the Balrog's spine!

"Almost...almost...oh...let's go...children...don't ever come back until you can't defeat the Balrog..." Nairn, who was leaning on the ruins, stared at the wailing Balrog and said. After a few sighs, although the Balrog's injuries were serious, as long as it didn't die on the spot, it could still recover, but it was just a fatal injury!

"Alas... Kesadoum, what can I do to save you..." Nairn, who felt the rapid loss of strength in his body, smiled bitterly. He struggled to hold on to the collapsed pillars and slowly propped himself up, looking towards the abyss. The Balrog, Nairn, the last king of Kezad-dûm, left a few tears.

"It's no longer possible... let's end it like this... descendants of Turin, I tried my best... I can't fight anymore!" After all, the powerless Nairn couldn't hold up his body and fell to his knees in the ruins.

"The Fire of Udun? I declare in the name of the dwarf king Nairn I! I will guard this place! The dwarf capital ahead! Evil spirits are forbidden!" Nairn supported his body and roared at the Balrog who was about to disappear on the cliff.

"You! You will never be able to set foot in the royal capital of the dwarves! I will suppress you forever! When you try to set foot here, your wounds will burn your heart!" Nairn's voice was powerful and passionate, but his body slowly began to Petrified, this is the earth's backlash against him. Excessive overdraft, the body burns life and absorbs the power of the earth, and will eventually be integrated into the earth...

"May you be safe..." Nairn smiled at the last moment, and he smiled peacefully...

From then on, a lonely stone statue stood in the ruins of the fourth hall, firmly guarding the Massabul Hall behind it, and suppressing the steps of the Balrog...

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"The Balrog is below..." Roland withdrew from the memories of time and space. He looked at the cliff outside the square with an ugly expression.

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