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Chapter 266: Battle of Natural Disasters (5)

"Speed ​​up!" Balin encouraged the dwarves while waving his hoe.

Roland assisted them in carrying the excavated stones. He still found it very funny after watching these dwarves suddenly transform from powerful warriors into gold miners like groundhogs.

"Bahrain! How long will it take?" Roland couldn't help but said while looking at the thick pile of rubble.

"Hurry! King Roland! Give us 10 minutes! The dwarves will let you stand in the hall of Marsabul!" Balin said seriously.



"Um!"



"Huhuhu~ Why are these two fighting..." Kaslo and Ormsk looked at each other. It turned out that it was the two of them who were working so hard. The resilience of the two natural disaster-level monsters was amazing, and the energy in their bodies was amazing.

The energy seems to be inexhaustible, and coupled with the healing skills necessary for traveling and looting at home, Kaslow and Ormsk can only say that the three days and three nights of the battle described in the epic are really narratives and not exaggerations!

"Can you still fight? Go up and hold on for a while!" Kaslo gasped while holding himself up with the dragon gun.

"I... can't do it anymore! Why don't you come up!" Ormsk shook his head and knelt down on one knee. He was also exhausted.

"Your Highness, come and save us..." Kaslow said angrily. He and Ormsk could only stare at their bottomed-out fighting spirit in a daze, and paid attention to the two natural disaster-level combatants who were punching hard.

Obviously, after losing the control of humans, Kaldor was obviously at a disadvantage, and its original offensive and defensive capabilities gradually became defensive.

Wind! Rapid but lacking in stamina! The power of the wind attribute comes from an instant burst or the ultimate destructive power in a short period of time, but it is far inferior to the fire element in terms of duration. Fire can burn blazingly, but wind can only dissipate slowly.

...The moment he fought the Balrog in hand-to-hand combat, Kaldor gave up what he was best at - high altitude and attack and killing! Although the Wind Dragon lineage has outstanding hand-to-hand combat capabilities, facing the fire who is also in the first rank of the melee combat echelon

From a Balrog perspective, there was still a slight gap. Not to mention the experienced experience and insight of this Balrog, Kaldor soon had countless wounds on his body.



"It's done! Reinforce the entrance!" Balin said excitedly, and the dwarves accompanying him took out wooden boards and iron nails and began to fix the entrance.

"This... damn! Isn't this going to collapse?" Roland couldn't help but ask after looking at the low hole that could only allow humans to bend down.

"Don't worry, King Roland! The reputation of dwarf industry is as strong as our weapons!" Balin beat his chest loudly.

"Gudu!" Roland swallowed and worriedly lowered his head and followed Balin in. Only then did Roland realize that the hole dug by these dwarves was based on their figures! Look at Balin walking like a dragon and a tiger.

, was not affected at all.

"Massapur Hall!" Bahrain looked at the magnificent stone arch with emotion.

"Stop lamenting! Find the Black Arrow quickly! Watch out for attacks by orcs and goblins!" Roland interrupted, patting him on the shoulder.

"Pfft!" A novice Lordaeron ranger opened his bow and shot a hiding orc.

"Attention brothers! There are orcs here!" the rangers loudly reminded their companions around them, while quickly placing arrows on their longbows as the troops advanced.

"One, two, three! Boom!"

"One, two, three! Boom!"

"Boom!" The heavy wooden door panel fell down, and a group of dwarves successfully used the bumper to knock open the door of a side hall, and the soldiers behind quickly filed in.

"There are enemies! Request reinforcements!" Not long after, a dwarf staggered out, covered in blood, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Attack!" A group of nearby Lagrand City guards heard the dwarf's cry for help and rushed over immediately.

"What's going on?" the team leader asked.

"There are goblins inside! Lots of them! At least hundreds of them! Several of our people are trapped!" the dwarf said quickly, out of breath.

"Lead the way!" The team leader immediately waved his hand to signal the attack.

Soon the wolf-like Lagrand City guards poured into the side hall, and a fierce sound of fighting was heard. Soon it became calm, and soon a group of dwarf-human coalition troops came out carrying the wounded.

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"No black arrows found here!" the squad leader shouted while making a mark at the entrance.

"Let's go! Next place!"



"Will something happen to them?" Kaslo said uneasily as he looked at the place where Roland disappeared.

"Don't think nonsense! Restore your fighting spirit!" Ormsk immediately scolded him. He knew that except for the Balrog, Roland could move sideways in Moria with the army in hand!

"Oh!" Kaslo shook his head to expel those thoughts from his mind.



"Did you find it? Our people are waiting for that thing to save their lives!" Roland said anxiously.

"King Roland, calm down, we're looking for it! The dwarves don't produce many of those things! Give them some time!" Balin rubbed his hands and comforted, but his heart tightened... No way! No way

!Have all the black arrows in Moria been used up? That shouldn’t be the case! Every region should have some spare black arrows!

Suddenly, Balin's body froze. He mechanically turned his head to look at the fourth hall. He almost cried because he was not "moved". No way! It shouldn't be right? Nairn I would not shoot all the black arrows.

Is that enough? Bahrain shuddered, and a shadow cast over his heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but Roland, who was spinning in circles, almost polished the floor! Finally, a violent noise came from the distance.

"Found it! Found it!" A Lordaeron ranger ran out quickly holding a dusty thing.

"Your Highness! Black Arrow!" He presented it to Roland like a treasure.

"Just...one?" Roland took the black arrow. He brushed off the dust on the black arrow with his hand and said with some surprise. The heavy black arrow in his hand exuded the same cold light as it did thousands of years ago. No creature wants to be affected by this.

After shooting the thing, Roland's mood was a little complicated when he saw the black arrow again. He now felt that he was so similar to Bard back then! They both only had one arrow, but they had to hunt a huge beast. But Roland was lucky that he had a backup.

The knife player is here, and he has two chances!

"One?" Balin's hanging heart was relieved. Just have black arrows! Wait? One? One! What is one black arrow enough for? Picking the Balrog's teeth?

"Look! Keep looking! There will be at least 50 arrows in this hall!" Balin roared, a black arrow was too low a threat to the Balrog...

"Wait! Remember to look for the dwarf spear launcher!" Roland quickly reminded the soldiers. If he didn't have that thing... Could it be that Roland threw it away with his own hands?

"Your Highness! It's here! But I guess the strings on it won't be used anymore!" A soldier pointed to the high platform at the entrance, where the dwarf soldiers used to be on guard.

"Ahem! Sure enough, it doesn't work!" Roland climbed up in a cloud of dust and shook his head in disappointment, but fortunately, he could repair it on the spot! At this moment, Roland was extremely grateful for the useful debris that the system had flushed out, such as

——Exquisite and durable bowstring!


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