"It's over!" Roland sat down on the ground and gasped.
"Well! It's over! We won!" Bahrain also sat down on the ground without any image.
"Tell me what you think!" Roland said quietly, looking at the huge remains of the Balrog.
"Of course it's to recapture the whole of Moria!" Balin found a bottle of wine from somewhere and drank it.
"Don't tell me! I'm still nagging after this Balrog dies! I don't know what to do anymore!" Balin seemed at a loss because of his excitement. He was sitting on the ground kicking his legs unconsciously.
"Let everyone have a good rest! Our dragon also needs to rest, she is seriously injured!" Roland looked worriedly at the Smurfette who was protected by the royal guards in the center. At this moment, she had shrunk.
The body shape has become the size of a house cat.
"Is your dragon okay?" Bahrain's expression also changed. After all, the Elf Dragon's injuries were caused by them. This... How much should a dragon's pension be? Waiting online! It's urgent!
"It's not fatal, but the injury is serious. I won't be able to fight for a long time..." Roland sighed. The Smurf was trampled by the Balrog's war trample, and several ribs were broken, not to mention the internal organs.
He was also bruised! It looked like nothing was wrong on the outside, but Kaldor told Kaslo that his own kindred had suffered serious internal injuries!
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Balin said quickly, looking at Roland with some shame.
"It's okay, she will be fine after training for a while. Anyway, there is no need for her to fight now!" Roland waved his hands and didn't care. Even the elf dragon is a pure-blood dragon! It has great vitality! As long as it doesn't die, it's the best.
In a few days, he became more alive and energetic. After all, the Elf Dragon is the dragon that is closest to nature and has a lot of life-saving and recovery skills.
"Your Highness, this is for you!" Casro, who was covered in blood, took out the heart of the Balrog that he had just dug out and handed it to Roland.
"Thank you! Go down and clean yourself and have a good rest!" Roland threw the Fire Demon's Heart into the system space.
"Ah~ Hello, Your Highness! I'm so sleepy~ My muscles are sore after fighting with that Balrog guy for a long time!" Kaslo began to complain to Roland.
"Uh... Eat slowly and go to bed slowly. If you go to sleep now, you will wake up hungry and there will be no hot food to eat!" Roland said.
"Bahrain! Let's eat!" Roland tapped the silver bowl in his hand with his chopsticks.
"Don't just eat! Come and take a look! We are about to kill Moria! I want you two to refer to it for the rest of the way!" Roland took out a map while chewing on the otherworldly version of the meat buns.
on the ground.
"Not bad, not bad! I'm waiting for dinner!" Roland patted his shoulder and said.
"No problem, please go and notify Caslo. That guy should be sleeping so he doesn't miss his meal," Roland warned.
"Haha! These rangers have been wandering in the jungle all year round. Self-sufficiency is their survival instinct. They are one of the few half-elf armies in the empire. I can only say that they are very lucky to be able to pass down the army!" Ormsk said with emotion.
"Let me go and see what they have done!" Roland swallowed as he smelled the aroma of baking bread.
"Well, it's just so-so." Roland said with a careless eye. After all, this was given by the system when he signed in not long ago, and it is much more detailed than all the maps now.
"No problem!" Ormsk's eyes lit up. He had just spent a lot of energy in the battle, and there was nothing more comforting than eating a hot meal.
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"Hey! Did you learn from me?" Roland joked. It seems that Roujiamo has no geographical boundaries. (There is almost no difference between hamburger and Roujiamo.)
Sure enough, Lagrand's soldiers all imitated Castro's way of eating. This started from Roland's first eating. Compared with everyone's eating method of eating bread, barbecue and wine, this way of eating is more obvious.
It saves time and effort, and it won't feel greasy when paired with vegetables. It can be said that it is suitable for all ages and is suitable for both men and women! It didn't take long for it to become popular throughout the Rapid City area.
"Omsk! Lead everyone to make rice! Let's get everyone some hot food to eat!" Roland swallowed, and he also felt the hunger in his belly.
"That makes sense!" Kaslo unceremoniously picked up a piece of toasted bread that was as long as a forearm and as thick as a palm, then broke open the crispy-skinned bread and sandwiched vegetables and barbecued meat between it.
"Why haven't you noticed this before? Our rangers are so skilled!" Roland shook his head in amazement.
"Oh! Turin! You actually use a space ring to hold vegetables?" Balin was shocked by Roland's luxury.
"Omsk, what are they doing?" Roland looked curiously at his soldiers busy around the campfire.
"Thank you, Your Highness. If nothing happens, we will go back and recover!" The Lordaeron rangers pulled some soldiers to help them transport things to the open space in the square.
"It's not bad here, at least it's a king, isn't it?" Roland comforted himself.
"Your Highness? Master Ormsk asked us to ask you for ingredients! And the guys we eat with." A group of Lordaeron rangers came over and looked at Roland, who was sitting on the ground without any image, and said softly.
"Toast bread, lettuce wraps and barbecue! Salted fish soup and some bits and pieces of barbecue!" Ormsk smacked his mouth.
"Haha, it's just the tableware from my hometown..." Roland shook his head, but inexplicably began to miss the blue planet...
"Oh! King Roland, your tableware is so strange! Two sticks?" Balin looked at the chopsticks in Roland's hands curiously.
"Hey! Caslo! It's time to eat! Be energetic!" Roland shook the sleepy Caslo.
"Hey! This map is very accurate!" Bahrain said in surprise.
"Your Highness, dinner is ready!" A ranger ran over and said to Roland.
"Oh! Okay, no problem! I'll look for it!" Roland rummaged around in the system's air force in embarrassment. He asked people to cook without giving them pots, pans, or ingredients...
"Haha! It's passed down from ancestors and has a large capacity. If you can make everyone's life better outside, let's try to make everyone's life better!" Roland smiled and shook his head. Thanks to the vastness of the system space now, Roland can put his
Put down all the miscellaneous things.
"Look, you two, should we return to Rivendell via the original route from the west gate, cross the Misty Mountains, cross the river from the old pass, take the old forest road, and return to Rapid City, or should we pass through Lorien via the east gate and take the Anduin River north to the old pass?" Roland
He pointed at the map and asked the two of them.
"Of course we take the east gate! Isn't it a circle to go back the way we came?" Kaslo shrugged.
"Mainly I'm afraid of accidents along the way. After all, we have never been here at the eastern foot of the Misty Mountains. We don't know the distribution of forces very well..." Roland was a little worried.
"Pfft!" Omsk laughed and almost choked.
He struggled to swallow the food in his mouth and said to Roland: "No matter what kind of accident happens, I believe our army will handle it all! Under the sword, the truth is determined by us!" A flash in Omsk's eyes
A trace of murderous intent. If there really is a blind existence, whether it is a human or an orc, Lagrand's heavy infantry will tell them, never! Don't block the Lagrand soldiers' way home!