"So who can tell me now...where are we?" Roland's head was as big as a bucket.
"Ahem, let's set up camp and have a rest, Your Highness, and then let the rangers do some reconnaissance. Find the Anduin River first, and then the rest will be easy to find." Ormsk said with relief.
"That's all we can do..." Roland and Balin looked at each other and nodded helplessly.
"Listen to me, thank you..." Roland looked at Caslo, who had been lowering his presence, and couldn't help but kicked him.
"Well... I have a question... He should be a dragon rider... His dragon should be able to fly... Why don't you let him fly and have a look?" Suddenly a timid voice came, and everyone turned their heads.
Look, it’s the elf dragon Smurf with the lowest presence along the way.
"So... why don't you let the dragon knights who rule the sky... go take a look?" Looking at the Smurf's eyes as if they were looking at fools, Roland, Ormsk, Kaslo, and Bahrain all turned to stone one after another.
"It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting..." Roland suddenly had the idea of social death in his heart.
"What are you doing standing still? Find a way!" Ormsk kicked Kaslo on the butt who was staying in place and said angrily. Listening to what this elf dragon said, they all looked like idiots...
"We must be despised by a dragon, right? Her tone just now was contempt, right?" Balin said in disbelief with his eyes as wide as bells.
"Don't be impulsive! Mr. Balin is a dragon that you can't beat..." Roland didn't tell the Smurfs that they were restricted by Yun Feng. He was really afraid that the furious Balin would kill this elf with full taunting skills.
dragon.
"Well, I'll go take a look first, wait until I come back..." The extremely embarrassed Dragon Cavalry General Kasluo wanted to use his toes to push out the three rooms, two living rooms and two guards. When he saw the opportunity, he immediately took action.
Amidst the melodious sound of the dragon flute, Kaldor, the wind dragon, let out a loud dragon roar and came through the air. Kasluo climbed onto the dragon's saddle and pulled onions from the dry land straight into the sky!
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"Your Highness, we ran to the south... If we go further, we will reach Graton Plain..." Kaslo said with a cold sweat.
"Well done! Navigator!" Roland couldn't help but praise.
"So we now have two ways to go...According to the map, we can go south to the Graton Plains, cross the Anduin River and arrive at Loninglaron, then go straight into the Dimriel Valley to reach the Mirror Lake, and then
Let's continue to launch a battle of Azanubica that belongs to us!" Ormsk said, taking a look at the dwarves who were trembling with excitement.
"Ahem... where is the other one?" Roland glanced at Bahrain and saw that his eyes were filled with tears. Indeed, for Bahrain, a witness to the Battle of Azanubica, that battle was simply a nightmare and an unforgettable experience.
The pain... hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts my heart! They lost nearly half of their clansmen and two kings in that battle...
"The other is to return to the Cal Rock Ferry we originally planned! Follow the way we came and cross the Misty Mountains! Let's attack the west gate of Moria! Our advantage is even greater there! After all, we may have access to the entire Western World.
Help! Supplies and materials are easier to obtain. If we attack the east gate, we can only go to the Golden Forest to try the luck of the Noldor elves and bet that they are willing to help the dwarves regain Moria."
"You mean Lorien? Queen Galadriel is a wise king! She will understand the benefits of this! Once the elves of the Golden Forest join the war, our chances of winning will be even greater!" Roland nodded excitedly.
He believes that Queen Galadriel will not be so short-sighted. Darkness has descended on Middle-earth, and the dwarves' attack will be beneficial to them.
"No! We don't need the help of the elves! They are unreliable! They can't be kind enough to help us regain our homeland!" Balin, who was always wise, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic at this moment, and he flatly refused.
"Why? Not all elves are like Thrandu Yin... In fact, there are elves like Yin Ouvia who are willing to fight with us!" Roland wondered.
"..." After a moment of silence, Bahrain finally spoke.
"None of us want any elves to participate in this battle to regain Moria. Back then
Their betrayal hurts us... This is a sad place for us dwarves... Elves are not welcome here!" Balin raised his head with tearful eyes and said firmly.
"...I understand." Roland nodded and sighed.
In fact, he can understand the difficulties of Thrandu Yin. Thranduyin is actually the only Elf King at the end of the third era. The remaining ones are either Elrond, known as King Elrond, or Yin Ou of the Star Elf.
Strictly speaking, Via can only be regarded as the lord of one place! Only Thrandu Yin is recognized by the world as the king of the Woodland Kingdom! He considers the lives of his men and it is really hard to say who is right...
"That's it, let's go north! Go to the Cal Rock Ferry! The target is the west gate of Moria!" Roland punched the map hard, and the fist landed on the west gate of Moria!
"Caslow! God is watching! If you take the wrong path this time...I'll beat you to death!" Roland raised the dragon-slaying sword in his hand threateningly, and Caslow trembled all over and his neck trembled.
cold.
"Of course, His Majesty, the great King, how could he run in the wrong direction again! Believe me, there will be no problem this time!" Kaslo wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and replied quickly, looking as humble as he could.
"Well, I hope so!" Roland snorted, noncommittal.
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"Your Highness...that Your Highness...it's really not my fault! I won't bear the blame! I clearly followed the route shown on the map...Who knew there was a city here?" Kaslo looked at the end of the horizon.
The wall-like building in the city said with a grimace, he could already see the "murderous intent" flashing in Roland's eyes.
"Come! Explain to me what this conjured city is? Okay! That size may not be a city! But it is definitely a small town, right? Come on, come on! Tell me! When we come in the fall, we will cross the Karyan Ferry
Is there a small town? Is there?" Roland could no longer suppress his outburst of emotions. How could a dragonrider general become a road fool while holding a map?
"Impossible! I followed the path led by the Anduin River! It's absolutely impossible to make a mistake!" Kaslo exclaimed, this sudden town made him at a loss.
"Baron Lance just came back not long ago, and he didn't mention that there is a small town here! Did you tell me this is Carl Rock Ferry?" Roland said speechlessly.
"Ahem...His Royal Highness King Roland...is there a possibility...I mean a possibility...that this is the Kalyan Ferry?" Ou Li suddenly appeared and said weakly.
"Um?"
"Ahem, your highness, if you try the environment here, it may indeed be the Karyan Ferry..." Bahrain also smiled awkwardly and pointed ahead.
The mist-filled Anduin River is full of water vapor, and a giant mountain-like rock appears and disappears in the center of the river. This is the symbol of Kar's Rock Ferry - Kar's Rock!
"Holy shit! Where did that town come from?" This time it was Roland's turn to fly up in shock. Jumping three feet high was really just an adjective at this moment.
"It seems that the popularity here has recovered a bit. Also... the place where Dru Yin is stationed is indeed safer than other places in the wasteland. It is not surprising that people who are struggling to survive gather here to build a small town."
Ormsk rubbed his chin and analyzed.
"Let's go and take a look..." Roland looked at the town in amazement and said to everyone.