The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"What's going on, King Roland?" The grieving Balin came over and couldn't care less about his sadness. Now that he heard the Balrog, his hair stood on end.

"The heroic spirit of your king Nairn I is stationed here, suppressing the Balrog forever and ever. The Balrog has never entered the fourth hall, which means that the Balrog is now in the abyss under our feet!" Roland saw what he saw. The history of Bahrain is told.

"Oh my god! The big mine? Is the Balrog still in the big mine? How... how can we find him?" Balin said in panic. The depth of the big mine can be said to be the deepest in Middle-earth. Who knows how deep the dwarves dug, But if you want to go down to find a Balrog hiding in it, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack... And the Balrog is the key to this war. As long as the Balrog is not eliminated, Moria may be breached again at any time. After all, the dwarves cannot come back without anything. Let’s do it? Mine has to be mined! What if the Balrog is alarmed again? The Balrog was only afraid of the strength and remaining power of Nairn I and retreated into the abyss. But the next time the Balrog comes out again, the dwarves will not have another Nairn...

"Trouble, now we have to make a choice... Should we clean up the orcs in Moria first, or find the Balrog and kill it..." Roland shrugged helplessly.

"Sorry Bahrain, we have to go back before the autumn harvest. After all, we can't spend a long time here! Calculating the time, we should be able to stay here for more than a month..." Roland told Bahrain after calculating.

"Oh! Turin is on top..." Balin pulled his hair and was in a dilemma. It was certain that the Balrog was seriously injured, and the remaining power of Nairn would definitely not be able to come out to cause trouble in a short time, but it was definitely a time bomb! Although orcs and goblins are also big troubles, the dwarves can still clean them out as long as they are willing to pay the price!

"Think carefully Bahrain, we are waiting for your decision, whether to continue moving forward or wait here!" Roland patted his shoulder and consoled him.

"Kill it! The damn Balrog actually dares to attack the silver dragon! Kill every one on sight! Hey! That guy from the Wind Dragon Clan! Come out quickly! I'll go down with my aunt and kill it!" Before Roland finished speaking, the man in his arms The Smurf flapped its wings and flew out, its eyes full of anger and hatred.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't make trouble! Come back and don't be angry. I don't know any dragons who are good at underground fighting! Don't take risks!" Roland quickly reached out and grabbed the elf dragon who was frantically seeking death.

"Let me go! If you catch me again, I will bite off your claws! Dragons are not good at underground fighting? You will see it today!" The Smurf struggled and flapped its wings.

"Caslow! Let Kaldo come out and persuade her! This dragon is crazy!" Roland was thrown aside by the suddenly enlarged elf dragon and sat on his butt. The ten-meter-long elf dragon no longer looks like she was cute and cute before, but instead looks noble and majestic! The narrow dragon eyes glanced at a certain Luo who overestimated his own abilities and tried to catch the dragon with his bare hands. The Smurf closed his wings and was about to glide down the large mine...

"Bang!" The Smurf, who was ready to take off and had even set his posture, was pinned to the cold ground by a thick dragon claw in an unsightly manner.

Kaldo, the storm dragon with a body length of more than 20 meters, looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a clear and passionate dragon roar! The tyrannical dragon claws suppressed the little elf dragon of the same race, Kaldor's eyes showed human disdain.

"Just you? Are you going down here to give the Balrog a meal? The abyss is not as big as the sky, but there is no such a big place for you to cast spells! You can't even break free from one of my dragon claws, you? Why are you talking to the Balrog? Melee combat?" Kaldor grinned and laughed, his sharp dragon teeth shining coldly. What flows in Kaldor's body is the blood of the storm dragon that has been fighting the storm in the eye of the storm all year round! According to legend, the place where the storm dragon appears must be accompanied by a storm that destroys the world, and the physical strength of the storm dragon traveling in the storm can be imagined! Along with the golden dragon, black dragon and flame dragon, this is one of the dragon species that is best at hand-to-hand combat!

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"Ho! Let me go!" The Smurf was so embarrassed and angry that he spat out a mouthful of elemental dragon breath.

"That's it? Tickle?" With everyone's frightened eyes, Kaldo resisted the Dragon Archmage's breath of Chaos Dragon Breath that contained all elements!

"Have you had enough trouble? Don't you think you have caused enough trouble?" The mature Kaldo helplessly looked at the Smurf under his claws and was very speechless. This little guy really likes to mess around. The Chaos Dragon he just said It's really not that easy to catch the breath. All thanks to the powerful defense of Dragon Scale and Kaldor's fast defense. Otherwise, the part that would be hit would be absolutely torn apart...

"Don't make trouble! Your Highness has his own considerations! Remember that you are loyal to the empire!" Kaldor reluctantly released his paw and warned. The young elf dragon may regard war as a child's play. He cannot defeat the Balrog with his passion. ! Just judging from the fact that this race can hunt down the Silver Dragon Rider Commander, we can’t take it lightly! And this is the Fire of Udun that destroyed the dwarf kingdom! Survivors from the War of Fury! Any slight will cost your life!

"Okay, stop making trouble, come back Smurf, we will take revenge, but I have to listen to what our friends have to say first!" Roland coaxed Smurf, and the pressure was put on Balin again.

"What's your decision? Your Excellency Balin? Should you quickly clear out the Orcs in Moria and become the King of Moria? Or should you solve the historical problem of the Balrog here?" Roland looked at Balin and waited for his answer.

"..." Balin looked at the abyss, then at Nairn's remains kneeling in the ruins, and his eyes turned red again...

"We stay here! Kill it! The dwarves need its head to give an explanation to their ancestors!" Balin said coldly. The hatred between the Balrog and the Moria dwarves is simply too long to describe! Both parties have a life-or-death relationship. One disturbs his sleep, the other destroys other people's homes. He can even think of a dog when he meets one!

"Okay, let's camp in the fourth hall! Bahrain asked your people to lead the way and guard the exit of the fourth hall. From Marsabul Hall onwards, the world will be dominated by orcs!" Roland sighed, There are relatively few Orcs encountered here, and most of them are Goblins who are good at climbing. Because Nairn's dwarf King Wei blocked most of the Orcs who wanted to cross the fourth hall, but the ones behind the fourth hall The Hall of Marsabul is different. It was the place where Azog established the orc kingdom. Although Azog took away a large number of elites during the Battle of the Five Armies, the population base of the orcs in Moria cannot be underestimated. Disdainful.

"No problem! I'll take you there!" Balin nodded. He didn't want the orcs to come out from behind and "steal the butt" when the coalition forces and the Balrog were fighting fiercely. That would be fun!

"Omsk! Lead the Dovinian heavy swordsmen to guard the exit! They are good at fighting in such a narrow area!" Roland turned to look at Ormsk.

"As for Kaslo, come with me and figure out how to fish out this big guy down there!" Roland rubbed his chin and looked at the large mine pit, lost in thought.