"Hold the bridge! Fight! Fight! Don't retreat even one step! Take back our home!" Balin shouted, mobilizing the dwarves under his command.
These simple dwarves were furious when they saw the orcs and trolls trying to destroy their Durin Bridge! They waved their battle axes and quickly crossed the Durin Bridge, causing the orcs to strangle them.
"Watch your steps! This bridge is about to collapse! How many people are going up at a time! Be careful!" Roland anxiously stopped the dwarves who were rushing upward like a swarm of swarms. If he didn't stop the dwarves, they would probably crush the bridge alive for him.
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"Damn it! Why didn't I bring Mr. Radil with me this time?" Roland looked at the cracked bridge and fell into madness. If there was an earth mage here, how could Roland have any scruples about doing this? Just let Radil.
It's not a problem for the old man to condense a few wide stone bridges out of thin air... What's even more pity is that the only elf dragon that can help Roland is still sleeping and cultivating at the moment...
"Be careful! Pass two at a time!" Roland ordered the royal guards. Thanks to their heavy plate armor and tower shields! When these iron cans walked onto the bridge, everyone's hearts trembled.
But it's all worth it! When the first royal guard established a foothold on the other side, the attack of these orcs and trolls had become a desperate counterattack before death! With the precise cooperation of the rangers of Lordaeron
, the Royal Guards relied on their excellent equipment to plunge into the orcs, and then a bloody storm unfolded. Even if the giant troll attacked with great force, these Royal Guards were still able to counterattack and contain them with ease.
"Omsk, go over and clear out those threatening targets accurately!" Roland ordered. Although he can't let his heroes fight with their arms free, precise killing can still be done. Use Ormsk's ability to clear out those targets.
The giant troll is still no problem!
"Your Highness..." Kasluo was eager to give it a try, his eyes full of fighting spirit!
"Stop joining in the fun...it's so chaotic over there!" Roland looked at hundreds of people fighting hard in an area of less than a thousand square meters. Orcs or dwarves were constantly being thrown out of the battle circle, but Roland didn't see him.
Being thrown out... After all, the royal guards in the past were really not beings that these cats and dogs could defeat.
"Advance!" Under the command of Balin, more and more dwarf soldiers crossed the bridge and began to fight back against the orcs. They used their iron blood and will to force the orcs back!
One meter! Two meters! Three meters! The orcs were retreating steadily under the crazy attacks of the coalition forces. What was even more shameless was that they not only had to fight head-on with the coalition forces, but also withstood the precise shooting of Lordaeron rangers. If they were unlucky, they would also
Faced with the hand crossbows fired by the Lagrand City guards! After all, those Lagrand City guards were smart enough to point their hand crossbows behind the Royal Guards! It didn’t matter even if they hit one of their own, those crossbow arrows couldn’t be knocked open.
The "turtle shell" of the Royal Guards, but for the orcs, it is a nightmare! Their crude leather and iron armor are as vulnerable as paper in front of Raglan's elite arrows, and even the Royal Guards' fight
The speed was not as fast as the Lagrand City guards who were shooting wildly from behind.
"Drive them away! Don't let them get close to here!" Balin chopped off an orc's thigh with an axe, then swung it back, and a big orc head flew up.
"How many of you are left?" Roland sighed.
"Fight! We must fight! Drive out these damned orcs! Our hope of regaining our homeland lies ahead! There is the center of Kesad-dûm! Our dream home! Fight! Children of Turin! For our descendants
To be able to stand here again! Fight!" Bahrain roared excitedly, this is the closest step to his dream.
"There are still 467 people! We have lost 33 brothers!" Balin shed tears of pain. Those dwarves all gave their lives for the recovery of Moria!
"Bahrain, don't put too much pressure on yourself! How can there be immortality in a war? I couldn't do the same under the lonely mountain..." Roland stopped as he spoke, and the figure of the rushing infantry still lingered in his mind.
, can never be forgotten!
You should be grateful for the omnipotence of this lord's armor! Otherwise, Roland's hand would have been twisted and deformed today.
"It's all worth it! Your descendants will be grateful to them! They are all heroes!" Roland said slowly, looking at the remains of the dwarves lined up on the ground covered with cloth in the distance.
"I can't help but get in the way! I underestimated the enemy!" Roland smiled awkwardly, how could such a thing have happened if he hadn't tried to commit suicide? That powerful and heavy hammer almost made Roland fly!
"Are your subordinates okay? Do you need me to treat them again?" Roland said solemnly.
This is why there are basically no casualties in the Lagrand army in the coalition. Unlike the dwarves, humans fight for resources. No matter whether they win or lose, as long as the people are fine, the impact on Roland will be too great! But for the dwarves, this is theirs.
Home, the dwarves who fight for their homeland are naturally much harder than humans! This has resulted in the tragic situation of the dwarves losing a lot of their numbers!
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"It's okay...the rest are no longer needed. They have returned to the embrace of their ancestor Turin..." Bahrain covered his face and shed tears.
"Tsk! These guys are so cruel! We have repelled three waves of attacks!" Roland gasped and looked at the injury on his arm. Although it had been treated with his own skills, it was still painful! This was Roland's stupid use just now.
Use your right arm to block the giant troll's falling war hammer...
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble! And it caused you to get hurt! King Roland... This is my fault!" Bahrain felt extremely guilty. He blamed himself very much. He thought that he did not take good care of Roland and caused him to be injured.
"You are right, but I don't know how I will face their families in the future... I said I would take them home... them..." Bahrain sat on the ground aggrievedly like a child, looking at the sacrifice.
dwarf in a daze.
"They didn't deserve to die! These orcs shouldn't have killed them! They gave up their defense... They should have been able to avoid many fatal injuries!" Balin was extremely sad! If he hadn't had to act in a desperate situation, these dwarves would have died again.
Why are you willing to trade your life with an orc? They don't deserve it! They don't deserve it!
"The Royal Hall..." Roland finally saw the most magnificent place in Moria. With the torches inserted by the orcs on the pillars and stone walls, Roland could clearly see the appearance of the entire hall! Those exquisite carvings,
The rough lines all highlight the characteristics of the dwarves...
"Huh? That's..." Roland was suddenly attracted by the golden light emitting from the high platform in the distance.
"Throne of Turin!" Balin murmured and fell into silence as he looked at the golden throne.