"Ever since the entire north gathered 6,000 elite cavalry to go south, the entire north has been in a state of collapse. Disasters have never been far away from here. All we can do is live hard, for ourselves and our families! The original river valley state in the north is considered
It is a rare stable place for human beings. The prosperous city-states carry out trade under the leadership of their lords... At that time, caravans continued to pass through the crossing and enter the old forest road to the foot of the Lonely Mountain... Unfortunately, the wealth of the dwarves eventually attracted the evil dragon Smaug.
Coveted...the last refuge of mankind in the north has collapsed..." Beorn murmured to himself while fiddling with the charcoal fire.
"Can you lead the human race to gain a foothold in the north again?" Beorn suddenly raised his head and said seriously.
"Founding a country in the north... this is not a good choice. Orcs, barbarians, monsters, disasters, all the crimes and horrors you can imagine want to kill you!" Beorn lowered his head again without waiting for Roland's answer.
"I..." Roland wanted to say something.
"I have vaguely glimpsed fragments of the future in nature's instructions. Maybe you will make a difference, maybe you will be buried in the north... Have a good rest. I hope you can leave here tomorrow and don't disturb our finally settled life.
"Bion stood up and staggered away.
"Omsk, what does he mean?" Roland asked confused.
"Perhaps this Dru Yin saw certain fragments of the future..." Ormsk thought for a while and finally explained to Roland.
"I'm not talking about the last sentence." Roland said.
"Uh...who is fighting? Prophecies are inherently two-sided. Who knows whether they are accurate or not? No one knows whether this prophecy is right or wrong until everything they see happens." Ormsk shrugged indifferently.
, after all, a warrior is not like those spellcasters who believe in various ghosts and gods. They only believe in the weapons in their hands and their own combat skills.
"I hope so, maybe I'm too pessimistic." Roland shook his head.
"There is no need to be pessimistic. Although the environment here is harsh and the resources are scarce, they cannot stop us from pursuing our ideals!" Ormsk said with relief.
"Yes, Your Highness Roland, our Changxu clan has been wandering for so many years. Who would have thought that we could actually regain the lonely mountain with only a dozen people? Even a bard would think it is nonsense! But now the Changxu clan
The flag is once again flying above Yin Lubo! We have returned to the Lonely Mountain! The kingdom under the mountain has once again welcomed back its king." Bahrain smiled kindly. He was once as confused as Roland, but some things still require some people to come.
It's their responsibility to do it.
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight! You have a group of brave and loyal subordinates, which is much smoother than when Thorin started his business! Hahaha!" Balin pointed at the crown on Roland's head and laughed.
"I am too pessimistic. You are right..." Roland nodded. He had to admit that he was shocked by the current situation in the North described by Beorn. He did not expect that human life in the seemingly peaceful North was so complicated.
The situation is dire. Roland should have thought of this a long time ago. Why is there no human kingdom in the north? From the beginning to the end, only King Bard’s lineage sticks to the River Valley State, and the River Valley State is at most a viscounty, far less than one.
Minimum standards for the kingdom.
"The revival of the Northern Territory has a long way to go. Darkness has fallen, and the disaster in Middle-earth will begin again." Bahrain sighed, with incomparable depth in his eyes.
"Oh, don't think about this. Now I have a headache about the mines of Moria... I always feel that this trip is a bit hasty." Roland was a little confused.
"???" Bahrain opened his mouth wide as if he had seen something incredible.
"Your Highness, we have come here, you don't want to go back home..." Balin was instantly frightened by Roland and made an emoticon. You want Balin to regain Moria. There is no problem. The orcs there are not as good as the dwarves.
For a race with a 200% mine combat bonus, this is nothing. However, the Balrog entrenched in the depths is not something that the dwarves can deal with. Naturally, the dwarves who don't even have a sixth-level overlord can't.
To compete with the high-end combat power of Balrog, Roland can be said to be Bahrain's only life-saving straw. Although he can avoid entering the depths of the mine as in history, who wants to have a time bomb at home that can explode at any time?
"No, no, no, don't get excited about Bahrain. I have no intention of going back home. I was just thinking that you guys haven't been back for so many years. I guess this attack will be a bit troublesome..." Roland rubbed his chin. His arrival was already over.
Having changed the history of Middle-earth, will the Butterfly Effect give Moria an epic level of enhancement? You must know that the repairing power of history is very strong!
"We have nothing to fear! We can serve as a vanguard to explore the way for you. All I ask is that you can deal with the Balrog in the depths... help us, Your Highness." Bahrain quickly swallowed. Once King Roland of Lagland is like
If Governor Thrand retreated at the critical moment like that, the dwarf expeditionary force would really be doomed!
"Don't worry, Bahrain! Our friendship will not change. Don't worry about our betrayal. We have never planned to leave from the beginning to the end. Besides, I need that wealth to improve the lives of the people under my rule." Roland gave Bahrain food.
A reassurance, but empty talk. Only by telling the dwarves your appeal can these stubborn dwarves be convinced. Only interests can unite both parties on a common topic!
"Then what kind of worries do you have? When we return there, it's like going home. We are familiar with every stone and every step there!" Bahrain asked puzzled.
"After so many years, maybe the terrain inside has been changed by the orcs... Hey! After all, no one has ever conquered the orcs in terms of destroying them!" Roland sneered.
"There are no scouts or even thieves in our team. We are at a disadvantage in terms of intelligence and investigation..." Roland shook his head. Even Gandalf wanted to find a snitch for Thorin (although it was not very reliable...
), not to mention their thousand-man coalition. They had been relying on the Lordaeron Rangers' familiarity with the forest to obtain information, and the crypt... the Lordaeron Rangers couldn't use it here. After all, there was no forest for them.
It was going back and forth, and Roland had just realized this problem. Such a huge army did not have a qualified scout professional. It was really thanks to the carefulness of those rangers that nothing happened in the front.
"This..." Balin opened his mouth and was speechless. As a veteran, he naturally understands the importance of intelligence. Apart from other things, if the Balrog hid and gave them a cruel blow, Roland and Balin would cry.
I'm wiping away my tears. You must know that as the former royal capital of the dwarves, Kesadum's space is quite vast. Many places in it are enough to accommodate a giant dragon spreading its wings and gliding, not to mention hiding a Balrog that is much smaller than the giant dragon.
.
"You are right... we are in trouble." Bahrain said in pain, covering his head. (Why didn't the Bahrain expeditionary force in the original work alarm the Balrog? You must know that the original expeditionary force only had dozens of people, and the commotion caused by it is different from what it is now.
How can a thousand heavy infantry be the same?) He knew with all his ass that such a huge army marching into Kezad-dûm would definitely alarm the Balrog.