"Thank you Bion. Let's go!" Roland thanked Bion who saw him off personally.
"Thank you, Lord Bion, and I wish you good health and safety." Bahrain said, stroking his chest.
"I wish you success in regaining your homeland. Although I hate dwarves, those damn orcs and goblins are ten thousand times more disgusting than dwarves." Bion smiled innocently.
"Goodbye." Roland waved his hand.
"Drive!" Knocking lightly on the horse's belly, the extremely humane Charles war horse immediately kicked off its hooves and galloped away.
"Children, follow!" Balin waved his arms to greet the dwarf warriors who had just landed.
"Oh! Turin is on board. I hate bumpy boats!"
"Thank God! I swear on my beard! I'll be crazy if we don't dock again."
"Damn it! What on earth did I think that I would suffer the fate of taking a boat ride again?" This person was a dwarf who came from the Western world.
"Hey! Work harder! If everyone is fast enough and we can reach our destination on time, we will enjoy soft toast at noon! Mellow cheese and dried meat, and everyone will have a glass of beer!" Bahrain immediately offered up
"Killing weapon", there is nothing better than alcohol to deal with dwarves.
"Torino! I feel much better!"
"Damn it! My legs are not weak anymore! I can run another 10 miles without losing my breath!"
"Yes! I can still run now!"
"Give way, give way, don't block my way!"
"Hey! Man, if you're feeling unwell then why don't you give me your beer?"
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Roland was dumbfounded as he watched the dwarves, who were originally as decadent and lazy as dead dogs, undergo a "medical miracle" under Bahrain's beer offensive!
Higher morale, if the Lagrand soldiers fight for the king and their homeland, then this group of dwarves undoubtedly fights for alcohol and food!
"Oh God, Mom! I can actually see such a medical miracle in my lifetime! Isn't this effect stronger than the healing spells and magical spells?" Roland said in shock.
"Oh! My God, by the Dragon God...these dwarves are really..." Omsk smacked his lips, not knowing how to describe it.
"Maybe as long as they have enough drinks, they would even dare to chop the gods to show you?" Kaslo joked in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders.
"It seems that I have underestimated how much these dwarves are fond of wine." Roland shook his head in shock.
It has to be said that even boating in a river with gentle water flow is a kind of torture for dwarves who have no water ability. All dwarves hate this feeling of dangling, which makes them have no sense of security on the ground. Usually most of them
Everyone will get seasick... And the behavior of those dwarves on the boat just now... It's okay not to mention it. I should be lucky that the country of the dwarves has never been close to the sea, otherwise I really don't know where the dwarves would find a navy to protect their routes.
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"Your Highness, come and have a taste!" Balin handed the roasted brown and oily hare to Roland.
Roland took it and a scent suddenly hit his nostrils. Only then did Roland realize that the roasted rabbit was sprinkled with various precious spices.
"I have to say that I still know too little about you dwarves. I always thought that only halflings were good at cooking! I didn't expect that your dwarves' barbecue skills are really good!" Roland admired and bit into the roasted rabbit. The brown skin was extremely crispy.
, but the meat inside was extremely tender. At this moment, Roland finally realized what it means to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside! When paired with the special spices and salt made by the dwarves, Roland's appetite was whetted, and a rabbit was eaten after three times and five times divided by two.
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"Isn't it good?" Balin watched Roland finish eating the roast rabbit and turned it over with a smile. Then he said proudly: "Your Highness, you underestimate the dwarves. When we have a party, we can compare it to the human kingdom."
There are many nobles here. After all, dwarves are never stingy with their own people. How do you think our skills can be inferior? It’s not just halflings who can cook. I can’t guarantee anything else, but every dwarf has a skill.
His barbecue skills are genuine. Who allows us to stay with the stove all day long!"
"That's true. I know those vampires in the human aristocracy very well!" Roland nodded. Although he has never seen the human aristocrats in Middle-earth, I think they are similar to those in the Middle Ages. There are only a handful of aristocrats who are willing to share with the people under their rule.
It can be counted that most of them are vampires lying on the people like the mayor of Changhu Town!
"Yes! Greed is the original sin! The end is destruction!" Balin closed his eyes and said in pain. The destruction of both Kesadum and Erub was all because of greed! The dwarves greedily dug out the treasures of the underground world, but they brought
attracted endless coveting eyes, and finally laid the foundation for the end.
"We should be at the foot of the Misty Mountains." Roland changed this heavy topic.
"That's right, we just passed here last autumn!" Bahrain looked a little nostalgic.
"Yes! Who would have thought! The dwarves successfully recaptured the Lonely Mountain, and the name of the king under the mountain spread throughout the Middle Earth! It's your turn this time, Balin! Don't let us down!" Roland stared at Balin and said solemnly.
"You need the restoration of the old capital to show the glory of the dwarves' revival, and we need the wealth there to fill the people's bellies, repair the city defenses, and build villages... (and a dragonrider general!)" Roland's eyes were deep and long-term.
, the dwarves may be able to bear the failure of the expedition, after all, they have long been accustomed to it. But Roland cannot bear the impact of all this. Without funds, Rapid City cannot develop. Waiting for caravans to trade? That will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey!
Maybe Roland won't be able to recruit 10,000 people to join the war during the War of the Ring! In that case, Roland would be really embarrassed to hang out in the king's circle! Who among the two major human kingdoms can't easily recruit an army of 10,000 people?
"Of course, the dwarves will not disappoint their allies!" Balin said decisively.
"Then I wish you well in advance, His Highness Balin, Lord of Moria and King of the Dwarves!" Roland said with a smile.
"Um... it's a bit early to talk about this now." Balin wiped his cold sweat and said helplessly. King Roland's thinking is too out of the ordinary. Moria blessed him with the title of king before he conquered it...
"Morning? It's not early. Think about how to organize your succession ceremony. After all, you will be the first dwarf to successfully enter Moria in so many years." Roland shook his head. After all, even without Roland's help,
Bahrain can be named the Conqueror of Moria, let alone Roland leading an army to fight. The only variable is how many casualties there are!
"Caslow, cheer up the soldiers under your command! We are about to enter the Misty Mountains... I will bring them out, but I can't guarantee that I can bring each of them back, so even for myself, I hope
They can cheer up! The road here is not easy to walk! And we don’t have the knights to hold the battle this time!" Roland frowned and called Castro to warn him.
"I understand, Your Highness!" Casro beat his chest and saluted, then immediately went down to convey Roland's order.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be your strongest wall. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to step over my body first!" Ormsk raised his majestic lance, and made a clanging sound from under his heavy helmet.
Ormsk, who had been paddling and fishing along the way, stood next to Roland fully armed at this moment.
"Thank you, but I am also a knight!" Roland smiled leisurely, buckled down his visor and raised his lance!