"Work harder! We are already halfway over! If we walk for a while, we will be over to the other side of the Misty Mountains!" Bahrain encouraged as he looked at the sweaty soldiers.
The evening breeze in early summer was very cool. In the evening, the life-loving dwarves had already set up camp, set up countless bonfires, and started having a happy dinner. At this moment, the Lagrand army was still struggling.
Piles are driven into the ground to create breastworks.
"Would you like some, King Roland?" Balin Yangyang smiled at Roland with the wine bottle in his hand.
"No, we can't drink while we are marching and fighting. I need to set an example!" Roland shook his head.
"That's such a pity, you don't have this blessing anymore..." Balin shook his head regretfully.
"I hope tonight is a calm night. I don't want to play whack-a-mole with the damn goblins!" Roland gritted his teeth. He had to say that the specialty goblins in the Misty Mountains are awesome! They can kill no matter how hard they are killed.
, I can’t kill them all no matter how I try. I’ve been harassed by these damn goblins a lot in the past few nights. Although their attacks are far inferior to those of trolls, to be honest, just ignore them and they won’t be able to deal with them for a while.
The heavily armored soldiers were helpless, but it was so noisy! They were all chirping, each one using their broken gong throats to scream in the dark. Roland had been suffering from dark circles under his eyes these days anyway.
"Goblin?" Balin's face became strange. He remembered Roland's "friendly side" towards the goblins again. The dismemberment, the immortal caressing the head, and the dismembering of the body with random blades were all trivial matters. What bothered Balin the most was
What impressed me most was that King Roland, with a warm smile on his face, stabbed a goblin who disturbed his sleep hundreds of times under the firelight. The knife missed the vital part, and the guy howled all night before he lost blood
He died from too much. From then on, everyone knew that Roland was very angry when he got up, so much so that he would kill people in his sleep.
"I hope there are no blind people to disturb your sleep at night!" Balin said decisively, but don't come again. Originally, the dwarf was able to fall asleep with his strong nerves, but under the wail of the Goblin who was tortured by Roland, he fell asleep.
Everyone can only listen to the unlucky guy "singing" with red eyes in the middle of the night.
"Your Highness, roasted hare!" Kaslo came up and handed Roland a large and plump roasted hare. The plump fat dripped on the ground along the limbs, and the rich smell of spices made even Bahrain eat.
"Rabbits are so cute, how can you eat rabbits?" Roland looked at the roasted rabbit in his hands in surprise, thinking that it must have been a cute little guy when he was alive.
"Hmm! It smells so good! Here, some more chili pepper, the taste is a bit bland!" Roland still did not escape the law of true fragrance after all. I have to say that this bunny is cuter after death, and it warms the heart and stomach!
Looking at the upright Roland, Balin couldn't help but feel a chill. What made the originally innocent King Roland become like this? Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morals? Or is it the trauma of war?
"Ouch~" Suddenly a long and long wolf howl came faintly from the distance, which made the faces of the leaders who were still chatting suddenly change.
"Bahrain! Did you hear that?" Roland said nervously.
"Dear Turin, I will remember their voices until I die!" Balin said through gritted teeth...
"Dragon God! Is that the howl of the Gambarda warg?" Kaslo's heart tightened.
"The Wolf Cavalry is the vanguard of the orcs. Did an army of orcs come out of Gambada Fortress? Why did they come to the Misty Mountains? Attack Rivendell?" Ormsk asked in confusion.
"Map!" Roland ordered hurriedly.
Roland's face changed as he spread out the map. There was no area in the Misty Mountains worthy of attack by the orcs, except for Rivendell! But it was still questionable whether Sauron could break it in person. Since it was not aimed at Rivendell.
Come on, then... you should be here for them?
"Oh my god, have our whereabouts been exposed! Do the orcs already know our plan to attack Moria?" Roland exclaimed. With the strong troops and horses along the way, Roland didn't even think of hiding his whereabouts. He subconsciously thought
The orcs were completely helpless to stop them. After all, no one intercepted Bahrain's expeditionary force in the original novel. However, the butterfly effect must have occurred. The orcs would not lick their wounds but came to tear them apart!
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"It's broken! The dragon flag!" Kaslo seemed to remember something and looked up. Sure enough, the Lagrand dragon flag with golden tassels and exquisite patterns was fluttering in the wind.
"Asshole! We forgot to change the flag!" Ormsk beat his head in frustration.
"What happened?" Roland had a bad feeling.
"Your Highness, atone for your sins... We forgot to replace your royal flag. They must have recognized the royal flag and came here!" Ormsk closed his eyes and said in pain.
"Poof!" Roland almost spat out a mouthful of blood. How extraordinary is this? People in Middle-earth have never learned Sun Tzu's Art of War? Have they never seen the Thirty-six Stratagems? Do they really dare to send troops just by looking at a flag? Roland's mind flashed.
There are many pictures of fishing law enforcement and the use of his own king flag.
"My beard! You actually marched all the way under the king's flag?" Balin suddenly burst into tears. He thought he had a problem, but he didn't expect that the problem lay with his allies!
"It should be the survivors of the Gushan War who passed the news back. After all, they also have their own civilization. It's not strange to spy on intelligence!" Roland shook his head and sighed. He could only face the matter at this point.
"It seems we were targeted as soon as we set off!" Roland laughed to himself. The orcs' time was very good! If they arrived late, they would directly ask for help from Rivendell or dive in. If they arrived early, they would
You can also cross the Anduin River and run upstream, but now you are stuck in a place with no village in front and no store in the back, so you have to fight.
"Orcs are not scary! We have killed so many of them! Let's kill them again tonight!" Roland said with a murderous look in his eyes.
"No, no, no, I'm more afraid of the Nazgul than the Orcs..." Ormsk expressed his worries.
"..." Roland.
"We are in trouble... Your Highness, look at the moon setting!" Kaslo pointed to the sky, where the bright moon was disappearing into the clouds little by little, and the bright moonlight was getting darker and darker.
"Moonset!" Roland frowned.
"Bahrain! Tell your people to merge with my people in the camp! Strengthen patrols! Wear armor when resting! Also! Light a bonfire every 100 meters a hundred steps away from the camp!" Roland said.
"I follow your command!" Bahrain said decisively.
"Quick speed! Boys! It's a colorful night! We may have to fight the orcs for our lives!" Roland roared, cursing bad luck in his heart. How many nights has he not had a good rest? Either a troll or a goblin.
Lin! Now even the orcs have come to join in the fun? The clay man still has a certain earthy nature! Roland, whose eyelids are twitching, just wants to kill people to vent his anger.
"Let me see if you can still remember the legion that went upstream at the foot of the Lonely Mountain!" Roland gritted his teeth and said when he raised his head again, tears were streaming down his face. He once again recalled the figures of the group marching bravely against the current.