"If I remember correctly, it was the dwarves who mined mithril that alerted the Balrog dormant underground! This Balrog killed Turin VI and then his son Nairn I the following year. It should be him...
..." Roland shook his head and said regretfully.
"The situation is a bit strange. Why does the dwarf king insist on staying here?" Roland looked at the stone statue of Nairn who remained unyielding until death and asked in confusion.
"Bahrain? Stop crying now! We have to figure out the situation! Tell me! Where does this hall lead to?" Roland walked over and helped the crying Bahrain up.
"The third hall is also called the Massapur Hall! After the Massapur Hall is the bridge! In the words of outsiders, it is called the Bridge of Turin!" Bahrain looked at Roland and the others as he should.
"What else? How did the dwarves escape from here?" Roland immediately asked.
"Your Highness, what you mean is..." Ormsk and Kaslo looked at each other and made guesses.
"Some people walked across the bridge and evacuated from the east gate, and some people walked to the endless steps and climbed to the top of the mountain..." Balin recalled the history of the dwarves.
"Pah!" Roland slapped his face.
"Yes! It's the Endless Stairs. Where is it?" Roland became more and more sure of his guess.
"Before the bridge, after Massapur Hall!" Balin said.
"It seems that Nairn I died in the battle to stop the Balrog and buy time for the people to escape!" Roland confirmed his guess.
"Look, the stone crystal traces here extend from the cliff! And under the cliff here happens to be a large mine! The Balrog climbed up from below! If I guessed correctly, the location of the Massabul Hall should be at the same level as the cliff.
Without communication, the Balrog cannot enter directly from the cliff, so it can only attack the fourth hall, which is closest to the dwarves' retreat!" Roland analyzed.
"That's right! Marsapur Hall is not connected to the big mine, only the fourth hall and the second hall are connected to it!" Bahrain immediately admitted.
"If the dwarves want to evacuate, Marsabul Hall is the key! But Turin VI and Nairn I are obviously not just waiting to die. They should have fought the Balrog here for many rounds! You can see it from the scattered stone crystal roads here.
Come out! The Balrog has been up and down this place several times!" Roland pointed at the stone crystal veins extending radially towards the mine.
"That's right...it must be like this..." Bahrain's eyes became moist.
Roland can already imagine that scene...
The mithril stored in the once bustling Kezad-dum gradually dried up, and the dwarves moved deeper into the underground in search of mithril! Maybe the unlucky guy touched the Balrog and woke him up... Then tragedy followed! Already
The dwarves who began to decline lacked high-end combat power. At first, the dwarf king led the dwarf soldiers to counterattack several times, but this awakened Balrog was not an ordinary Balrog, but a natural disaster known as the "Fire of Udun"! He
Once one of Morgoth's most proud subordinates! One who managed to survive from the War of Wrath!
Under the constant harassment of Balrogs, the dwarves were overwhelmed. They were no longer able to maintain the operation of the entire Moria. The turning point finally made them decide to abandon Moria! The death of Turin VI made all the dwarves sad.
Casting a shadow, the sad dwarves, under the leadership of King Nairn I, began to hold on to the fourth hall, and summoned their tribesmen to evacuate this place. Groups of dwarf women and children crossed the Anduin River through the east gate to the Iron Hills and other places.
The other part walked up the endless stairs to the top of Sirak Sigil and migrated to the Blue Mountains and other western territories...
The migration of the entire group was huge, and the effort could not be completed overnight. King Nairn led his elite dwarf guards to station here. They wore heavy armor that could withstand dragon fire and held large mithril shields.
And the heavy ax and the Balrog fight again and again! The difference is that the Balrog can always climb down into the abyss and use the magma to recover his injuries and strength, while the number of elite dwarves is decreasing again and again...
I don’t know how long it took... maybe a day or two, or maybe a month or two, most of Moria was almost evacuated, and countless dwarves fled to foreign lands. They came to the Lonely Mountain to build a new home - Yi
Rubeus! At the same time, Nairn still insists on his mission as king! He sticks to the fourth hall and intercepts the Balrog outside the Massabul Hall...
The Balrog attacked again. At this time, there were no people in Kesadoum. A few dwarf elites gathered in the fourth hall full of ruins. King Nairn was also there! They looked at the fiery red man outside the square.
The figure felt the blazing heat wave! The Balrog waved the long flame whip and whipped it in the void. The stones where it walked were melted into stone crystals! The dwarves lined up firmly waiting for the last moment to arrive!
The dwarf elites who faced the Balrog directly seemed to have returned to the battlefield of the War of Wrath. For the first time, they were afraid! They were afraid of this unkillable monster. Even the Overlord could not compete with it. The last dwarf elites huddled together.
Anger and fear flashed in his eyes...but he didn't flinch!
"Kill!" Nairn roared as he waved his axe. The king of Kesadum would not abandon his territory, just as Turin would not abandon his people. The moment all the people left Kesadum
, this dwarf army can only win or die!
The two sides collided again! The huge Balrog crashed into the dwarf phalanx like a thousand troops. The scorching flame whip rolled up an unlucky dwarf soldier. The third-level berserker didn't even have time to resist.
He was burned into two pieces at once! The aroma of roasted meat emanated, but no one found it pleasant, only nausea and anger! The armor that could withstand the dragon's flames was easily torn into pieces by the Balrog like tissue paper... This
It took a moment for the dwarves to realize that this was no ordinary Balrog! This was one of the witnesses and survivors of the War of Wrath, "The Fire of Udun!"
"Fight! For our homeland!" Nien's teeth had drawn blood, but he still fought hard against the Balrog. The king's battle ax made of fine gold, mithril and other materials cut open the Balrog's skin again and again, like lava.
Blood splattered out!
"Fight! Children of Turin!" The bloody Nairn was like a god descending to earth! At this moment, the dwarves even suppressed the Balrog. They even pushed the Balrog back to the door of the hall. At this moment, they even felt that victory was in sight!
"Ouch! Roar!" The Balrog roared angrily, and a large amount of flames swept over it. After a while, its injuries were almost stable, and the dwarves at this moment were dumbfounded. They did not expect this scene at all...
But so what? Countless dwarves fell, and newcomers came forward. The more the dwarves fought, the braver they became! The more they fought, the stronger they became! The more they fought, the fewer they fought... Nairn looked around and saw the corpses and remains of his compatriots.
The entire hall was full of traces of destruction, and there were less than a hundred dwarves alive. He blew the war horn! The dwarves spontaneously gathered around him, looking at the Balrog dozens of meters away. Everyone knew,