"As expected!" Ormsk looked clear after entering the fourth hall, which seemed to confirm what he had thought.
"Oh! Turin!" Balin knelt down sadly. He saw countless pillars in the fourth hall crookedly falling to the ground, and the stone crystals melted by the high temperature of the Balrog were all over the floor. What surprised Roland the most was
There are a large number of iron lumps formed by the cooling of molten iron walking on the ground. Countless iron filings are flying in all directions. Broken weapons, melted armor, and broken bones are scattered throughout the hall...
"Here's the beard! This is our ancestor!" Ori's eyes turned red.
"Children of Turin! What have you experienced?" Floy knelt on the ground and supported his body with an ax with tears streaming down his face.
"Oh my God! This is a cemetery!" Roland was horrified. He was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. This should be one of the most brutal battlefields for the dwarves! Countless elite dwarf warriors fought here, using their lives to block the way.
They followed the steps of the Balrog, leaving time for the family to escape.
"This is the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor!" Kaslow sighed and dug out a broken piece of armor from the ruins. Even after being washed away by the long river of time, it still looked rough and thick.
"It's still usable! The dragon-slaying armor that can block dragon flames was beaten like this...Dragon God! What kind of Balrog are we facing?" Ormsk looked at the armor that was torn from the waist.
The remains of the upper body of its former owner still remain in the armor! But it has turned into white bones... Looking at the crack that was obviously broken by melting, one can imagine how terrifying this Balrog is!
"It must have been that the Balrog's flame whip caught him in the waist and was severed alive!" Roland couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the hideous wound.
"This is Hall No. 4! We have to find Hall No. 3 (Massapur Hall) and then go to the bridge! After crossing the bridge, we can find the Royal Palace!" Balin wiped away his tears and said in mental anguish.
"The Hall of Marsabul? Isn't that where the Fellowship of the Ring encountered the Balrog?" Roland's heart moved and he suddenly recalled it.
"Be careful! The Balrog may be hiding around!" Roland was extremely cautious. He saw that the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor had been fused by the Balrog. He didn't know if his lord's plate armor could resist the Balrog. Anyway, he didn't plan to
Go try it.
"This is a big deal! Your Highness! Your Excellency Bahrain! You should come and take a look at this! Dragon God!" Kaslo's horrified voice came. Anyway, Roland had almost never heard Kaslo's voice.
"What happened?" Roland walked around several piles of ruins and poked his head out.
"Oh no! Oh! God! Turin! Have mercy on your descendants! Why is this happening!" Bahrain quickly stepped forward and carefully identified it before bursting into tears.
"Who is this?" Roland looked curiously at the remains kneeling on one knee on the ruins of several stone pillars. The years had miraculously preserved his remains as if they had not passed by.
"No! His body is petrified!" Roland's pupils shrank and he immediately observed carefully.
"This is the remains of a dwarf overlord! He seems to have used some secret method of sacrificing his life. After the effect of the secret method ended, he burned up his life and turned himself into a stone statue!" Kaslo said in a respectful tone.
"Wait? This is a dwarf? Why do I feel that he is taller than me even when squatting? Is this a giant?" Roland asked confused.
"It's a dwarf! He turned on the bloodthirsty madness! His blood is boiling with rage! Maybe he has the body to move mountains! He became like this under the influence of a series of combat skills! Didn't you notice that his armor has been blown apart?"
Ormsk pointed to some of the debris surrounding it.
"Who is he?" Roland couldn't help but wonder about the identity of this former dwarf overlord! After all, he was the sixth-level ceiling of the warrior profession. How could he die here in such an unwilling way? It seemed that he was completely risking his life.
The way of fighting fate, just look at the cracked and curled battle ax in his hand and you will know that his opponent is the Balrog. Unfortunately, it seems that he failed in the end. He failed to stop the Balrog and instead died here.
"Nairn! Son of Turin VI! Nairn I!" Ormsk, who was well-read in history books, quickly found out the identity of this person in his memory.
"So it's him!" Roland nodded immediately as if he understood. At this moment, he suddenly realized why Bahrain was crying so sadly. This is their ancestor! Their former king!
More and more dwarves came here, and they all saw the tall figure in the ruins and saw his petrified face clearly. More and more dwarves shed tears of sadness, and their eyes were filled with sorrow as they cried.
Out of anger and murderous intent, a nameless will condensed in the hearts of all the dwarves.
"Military spirit? Or military strength?" Ormsk was keenly aware of the difference between these soldiers, and their temperament had fundamentally changed from before.
"As long as they can survive after this battle, the dwarves will have one more legion that can rival the Iron Foot Army!" Kaslow also came to Ormsk's side and said deeply. What he didn't know was that he would become famous for the future.
The Skullcrusher Legion was born today!
"This is a great king, and a qualified king! Those human countries in the south should take a good look at it! Learn from it!" Thinking of the rulers of Gondor and Rohan, Roland couldn't help but have blue veins on his head.
Jumped wildly.
"What a pity...he couldn't stop that Balrog!" Roland said regretfully.
Looking at the weeping dwarf army, everyone in the Lagrand Kingdom fell into silence. They understood the dwarves' sadness and could also feel their anger.
"I'm sorry, King Roland. I lost my temper. Please give us some time. We have to collect the bodies of the soldiers! Now that we are home, we can't let them continue to lie here!" Balin whispered with red eyes, without waiting.
Roland opened his mouth and left.
"Let everyone take a rest. If you can help, you can also help the dwarves. All of them feel bad at the moment..." Roland looked at the figure kneeling under the petrified body of Nairn I, and for a moment he felt that Balin
He looked much older, as if his energy had been drained out of him in an instant.
"Is there a book here?" Roland sat down and realized something was wrong. After a few fumbles, he found the "culprit" who had padded him.
"Casro? Come! Take a look!" Roland looked through it a few times and gave up decisively after finding that he couldn't read the dwarven writing. He still needed a professional.
"Is this a diary?" Kaslo took the dusty book in surprise. Most of the parchment inside was damaged by the erosion of time, and only a few handwriting could still be read.
"We awakened...the earthly...demon! It...blazed with flames...waving...long...! The king has...! Today...the son of...has...sacrificed! The war horn has sounded again!...will usher in...
"The handwriting is too blurry to be seen clearly! Ah this..." Kaslo turned over a page, but he never expected that the entire parchment suddenly shattered and flew to the floor.
"Okay, I probably understand what happened!" Roland said solemnly, recalling part of the plot.