"What's going on, King Roland?" The grieving Balin came over and couldn't care less about his sadness. Now that he heard the Balrog, his hair stood on end.
"The heroic spirit of your king Nairn I is stationed here, suppressing the Balrog forever and ever. The Balrog has never entered the fourth hall, which means that the Balrog is now in the abyss under our feet!" Roland saw what he saw.
The history told by Bahrain.
"Oh my god! The big mine? The Balrog is still in the big mine? How... how can we find him?" Balin said in panic. The depth of the big mine can be said to be the deepest in Middle-earth. Who knows how deep the dwarves dug,
But if you want to go down to find a Balrog hiding in it, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack... And the Balrog is the key to this war. As long as the Balrog is not eliminated, Moria may be breached again at any time. After all, the dwarves cannot come back without anything.
Let's do it? Let's mine the mine! What if the Balrog is alerted again? The Balrog is just afraid of the strength and remaining power of Nairn I and retreats into the abyss, but the next time the Balrog comes out again, the dwarves will not have the second patience.
Thank you...
"Trouble, now we have to make a choice... Should we clean up the orcs in Moria first, or find the Balrog and kill it..." Roland shrugged helplessly.
"Sorry Bahrain, we have to go back before the autumn harvest. After all, we can't spend a long time here! Calculating the time, we should be able to stay here for more than a month..." Roland told Bahrain after calculating.
"Oh! Turin is on top..." Balin grabbed his hair and was in a dilemma. It was certain that the Balrog was seriously injured, and the remaining power of Nairn would definitely not be able to come out to cause trouble in a short time, but it was definitely a time bomb!
Although orcs and goblins are also big troubles, the dwarves can still clean them out as long as they are willing to pay the price!
"Think carefully Bahrain, we are waiting for your decision, whether to continue moving forward or wait here!" Roland patted his shoulder and consoled him.
"Kill it! The damn Balrog actually dares to attack the silver dragon! Kill every one on sight! Hey! That guy from the Wind Dragon Clan! Come out quickly! I'll go down with my aunt and kill it!" Before Roland finished speaking, the man in his arms
The Smurf flapped its wings and flew out, its eyes full of anger and hatred.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop making trouble! Come back and don't lose your temper. I don't know any dragons who are good at underground fighting! Don't take risks!" Roland quickly reached out and grabbed the elf dragon who was frantically seeking death.
"Let me go! If you catch me again, I will bite off your claws! Dragons are not good at underground fighting? You will see it today!" The Smurf struggled and flapped its wings.
"Caslow! Let Kaldo come out and persuade her! This dragon is crazy!" Roland was thrown aside by the elf dragon that suddenly grew in size, and sat on a butt. The ten-meter-long elf dragon could no longer see her.
The cute and cute look before was replaced by nobility and majesty! The narrow dragon eyes glanced at a certain Luo who was trying to catch the dragon with his bare hands. The Smurf closed his wings and was about to glide down the big mine...
"Bang!" The Smurf, who was ready to take off and even had his posture correct, was pinned to the cold ground by a thick dragon claw in an unsightly manner.
The storm dragon Kaldor, who was more than twenty meters long, looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a more passionate dragon roar! The powerful dragon claws suppressed the little elf dragon of the same race, Kaldor's eyes showed human disdain.
"Only you? Are you going down here to give the Balrog a meal? The abyss is not as big as the sky, but there is no such a big place for you to cast spells! You can't even break free from one of my dragon claws, you? Why are you fighting with the Balrog?
Hand-to-hand combat?" Kaldor grinned and laughed, his sharp dragon teeth shining with cold light. What flows in Kaldor's body is the blood of the storm dragon that has been fighting in the eye of the storm all year round! The legendary storm dragon must be accompanied by wherever he appears.
It is a storm that destroys the sky and the earth, and the physical strength of the storm dragon walking through the storm can be imagined! This is one of the dragon species that is best at hand-to-hand combat with the golden dragon, black dragon and flame dragon!
"Ho! Let me go!" The smurf was so embarrassed and angry that he spat out a mouthful of elemental dragon breath.
"That's it? Tickle?" With everyone's frightened eyes, Kaldo resisted the Dragon Archmage's breath of Chaos Dragon Breath that contained all elements!
"Have you had enough trouble? Don't you think you have caused enough trouble?" The mature Kaldo helplessly looked at the Smurf under his claws and was speechless. This little guy really likes to mess around. He just took a bite of the Chaos Dragon
It is indeed not that easy to catch the breath. All thanks to Dragon Scale's powerful defense and Kaldor's fast defense, otherwise the area that would be hit would be absolutely torn apart...
"Don't make trouble! His Highness has his own considerations! Remember that you are loyal to the empire!" Kaldor reluctantly released his paw and warned. The young elf dragon may regard war as a child's play. He cannot defeat the Balrog with his passion.
! Judging from the fact that this race can hunt down the Silver Dragon Rider Commander, we cannot take it lightly! And this is the Fire of Udun that destroyed the dwarf kingdom! Survivors from the War of Wrath! Any slight will cost your life!
"Okay, stop making trouble, come back Smurf, we will take revenge, but I have to listen to what our friends have to say first!" Roland coaxed Smurf, and the pressure was put on Balin again.
"What's your decision? Lord Balin? Should you quickly clear out the Orcs in Moria and become the King of Moria? Or should you solve the historical problem of the Balrog here?" Roland looked at Balin and waited for his answer.
"..." Balin looked at the abyss, then at Nairn's remains kneeling in the ruins, and immediately his eyes turned red again...
"We stay here! Kill it! The dwarves need its head to give an explanation to their ancestors!" Balin said coldly. The deep hatred between the Balrog and the Moria dwarves is simply too long to describe! Both sides have a life-or-death relationship.
Disturbing one's own sleep, one destroys other people's homes, and even a dog's brain can come out when he meets it!
"Okay, let's camp in the fourth hall! Bahrain asked your people to lead the way and guard the exit of the fourth hall. From Marsabul Hall onwards, the world will be full of orcs!" Roland sighed,
There are relatively few Orcs encountered here, and most of them are Goblins who are good at climbing. Because Nairn's dwarf King Wei blocked most of the Orcs who wanted to cross the fourth hall, but the ones behind the fourth hall
The Hall of Marsabul is different. It was the place where Azog established the Orc Kingdom. Although Azog took away a large number of elites during the Battle of the Five Armies, the population base of the Orcs in Moria should not be underestimated.
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"No problem! I'll take you there!" Balin nodded. He didn't want the orcs to come out from behind and "steal the butt" when the coalition forces and the Balrog were fighting fiercely. That would be fun!
"Omsk! Lead the Dovinian heavy swordsmen to guard the exit! They are good at fighting in such a narrow area!" Roland turned to look at Ormsk.
"As for Kaslo, come with me and figure out how to fish out this big guy down there!" Roland rubbed his chin and looked at the large mine pit, lost in thought.