"For our homeland! For our people! For the descendants of Turin! Fight! Fight! Destroy the evil spirit!" Nairn's whole body was filled with fighting spirit, and the terrifying fighting energy flames came out of his body, and the fighting energy inflammation on the sharp heavy ax quietly moved.
There was a streak of light on the crossing.
"Kill!" As the thigh muscles exert force, powerful force is transmitted along the ground to the legs.
"Boom!" The figure as thick as a mountain collided with the Balrog fiercely! The dwarf king Nairn issued a desperate blow.
"Boom!" The Balrog swung his flaming giant sword and beat Nairn back faster than he could charge at him. The embarrassed dwarf king was rolling around in the ruins like a poor beggar.
"Ahem!" The Tyrant profession and the earth-based war energy gave Nairn a powerful vitality. The huge vitality was transmitted along the earth to his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Nairn picked up his ax and stood up from the ruins again.
stand up.
"Get away!" He set up the Balrog's flaming sword and saved a dwarf who was almost cut into pieces by him.
"Be careful!" Nairn could only tell him before entering the battle again.
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"Boom!" Nairn was knocked away again, but the difference from before was that there were fewer dwarves surrounding the Balrog, and the air was filled with a burnt and putrid smell. Those were the burned dwarves.
remains!
"How dare you! Kill my subjects! Attack my father! Destroy our home!" Nairn roared and pointed the battle ax at the Balrog. Although Nairn, who was covered in blood, looked embarrassed, he did not
When something serious happened, the earth element's fighting energy gave him a powerful physique and vitality, and also gave him the unique skill of absorbing the energy of the earth to heal himself!
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After an unknown amount of time, the entire fourth hall was almost reduced to ruins, with tilted pillars, collapsed domes, debris scattered on the ground, and the lonely Nairn and Balrog.
"Fight! Dwarves of Kezad-dûm! Children of Turin! Fight!" The lonely Nairn launched another attack on the Balrog. Although the king was alone, he was not fighting alone! Behind him were thousands of people.
Thousands of descendants of Turin! The faith of the dwarves of the Longbeard clan supports him!
"Fight...fight! Turin..." Nairn waved his battle ax again to attack tiredly. He was tired, tired. He suddenly remembered the dwarves' boneless barbecue and the charming aroma of rum! The magnificent Kai
Sadum, the smiling people, and the kind father...
"Don't even think about leaving! You butcher! You evil spirit in the sewer! I curse you as the King of the Dwarves! You will surely pierce your heart with thousands of arrows! You will crush your bones and spread ashes!" Nairn waved the broken and broken blade unsteadily.
The armor on Tomahawk's body had long been shattered, and only a few strips of cloth were still stubbornly hanging on his body to barely cover his shame.
"Roar!" The furious dwarf king jumped up and struck the Balrog's head fiercely. The battle ax with the flattened blade heavily knocked open the Balrog's head.
"Ouch!" Balrog cracked his whip in pain, and Nairn flew out again.
"Are you in pain? Are you afraid? Hahaha! I thought you were fearless! I thought you were invulnerable! I thought you would crush me like a bug! Unfortunately... you can't do it! Turin!
Long live!" Nairn looked at the slowly retreating Balrog. He saw in its eyes the same fear as his own, and he shed two lines of bloody tears...
"This blow determines both victory and defeat... and life and death!" Nairn said slowly as if he had made up some kind of determination.
"Bloodthirsty! Become mad!" He dragged his no longer sharp battle ax slowly towards the Balrog. His eyes turned red! His muscles began to bulge!
"The blood is boiling!" He walked calmly, leaving a line of deep footprints on the hard stone... The veins began to burst under the bulging muscles, and a large amount of blood accelerated and evaporated to form a layer of blood outside his body.
A faint blood mist...
"Move mountains!" He roared through gritted teeth. His bones began to lengthen, and his originally low body began to expand like a balloon. His size began to skyrocket. With a body of nearly three meters, no one could tell that he was different from the others.
The dwarves have something to do with it.
"Burn blood!" He roared two words in a hoarse voice, the secret method of burning blood! The skill of a warrior fighting for his life is as unique as the sacrifice of a knight! It cannot be turned off automatically after it is turned on!
Nairn's blood began to burn, and every inch of his body was condensing energy. A nearly ten-meter-long ax beam extended from the battle axe. He became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. Suddenly
He seemed to see the hope of victory...
The Balrog is afraid! He is trembling! He is afraid of Nairn's world-destroying blow! This blow is the result of a tyrant's life-long effort, and even the gods must defeat him!
"Haha, this blow... the gods apologize!" Nairn jumped up crazily, waving his arms, and the ax light that condensed the power of his life passed through a beautiful crescent moon, bringing death with him from the sky...
"Ouch~ah~uh! Roar~oh!" The Balrog wailed in pain. It felt the fear of death for the first time. At that moment, it seemed to see the true god coming to the world! That shocking blow almost knocked it over its shoulders.
Cut it into two pieces!
"Bang!" The struggling Balrog threw Nairn away again, and Nairn fell into the ruins but did not get up for a long time...
"Cough cough cough~ Poof! Cough cough cough~ What a pity!" The light in Nairn's eyes dimmed a little, and he stared at the battle ax in his hand. The already curled battle ax had just stuck on the Balrog's spine!
"Almost...almost...oh...let's go...children...don't ever come back until you can't defeat the Balrog..." Nairn, who was leaning on the ruins, stared at the wailing Balrog and said.
After a few sighs, although the Balrog's injuries were serious, as long as it didn't die on the spot, it could still recover, but it was just a fatal injury!
"Alas... Kessadum, what can I do to save you..." Nairn, who felt the rapid loss of strength in his body, smiled bitterly. He struggled to hold on to the collapsed pillars and slowly propped himself up, looking towards the abyss.
The Balrog, Nairn, the last king of Kezad-dûm, left a few tears.
"It's no longer possible... let's end it like this... descendants of Turin, I tried my best... I can't fight anymore!" After all, the powerless Nairn couldn't hold up his body and fell to his knees in the ruins.
"The Fire of Udun? I declare in the name of the dwarf king Nairn I! I will guard this place! The dwarf capital ahead! Evil spirits are forbidden!" Nairn supported his body and roared at the Balrog who was about to disappear on the cliff.
"You! You will never be able to set foot in the royal capital of the dwarves! I will suppress you forever! When you try to set foot here, your wounds will burn your heart!" Nairn's voice was powerful and passionate, but his body slowly began to
He was petrified, which was the earth's backlash against him. His overdrafted body burned his life and absorbed the power of the earth, and he would eventually be integrated into the earth...
"May you be safe..." Nairn smiled at the last moment, and he smiled peacefully...
From then on, a lonely stone statue stood in the ruins of the fourth hall, firmly guarding the Massabul Hall behind it, and suppressing the steps of the Balrog...
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"The Balrog is below..." Roland retreated from the memory of time and space, looking at the cliff outside the square with an ugly expression.
These chapters pay tribute to the two dwarf kings who once guarded Kezad-dûm (Moria). They led the dwarves to resist the invasion of evil spirits, and eventually gave their lives to defend their homeland...