"Bahrain, don't underestimate the orcs in the Misty Mountains! This is the last advice I can give you! Guarding Moria well is victory!" Roland said to Bahrain solemnly.
"I understand King Roland, but it's a pity that the population of Moria is still too small!" Balin said with some emotion.
"Waiting for the news of Moria's recovery to spread throughout Middle-earth, the dwarves of the Western World will return home! Your shortage of manpower will be alleviated soon!" Roland looked at Balin.
"Besides, you only need to guard against the orcs from Gambarda Fortress! The orcs in Dol Guldur have been maimed once! With Lorien blocking the front, they can't attack across the elves unscrupulously.
You! But be careful of sneak attacks by a small group of elite orcs!" Roland explained.
After all, Balin's death was because he was attacked and shot by a small group of orcs while exploring the Mirror Lake alone! Roland could only try his best to remind him, but as to whether the powerful correction ability of history would be corrected, Roland had no idea.
There was no guarantee, but he thought that after doing so much, if Moria could still be lost, it would really be hopeless!
At least the situation in Moria is much better than in the original history! Without the threat of the Balrog, the quality and quantity of soldiers have improved. With his own instructions, Roland can't imagine how much of a loser it is to put this kind of
Tianhu failed at the beginning, and it was obvious that Balin was not a loser. As a rare wise man among the dwarves, his IQ and EQ can be said to be the best among the protagonists.
"King Roland...are you planning to leave?" Balin looked at Roland and said sadly.
"Of course! After all, this is not my home. My people are still waiting for me to come home!" Roland confirmed with a smile.
Roland could also understand how Balin felt. They walked all the way from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain! From the Lonely Mountain to Moria, it was finally time to separate today...
"There's no need to be sad! Balin! You need to adapt to your current status as soon as possible and become a qualified dwarf king!" Roland patted him on the shoulder and had to lament the uncertainty of fate. Look at what the current dwarf kings are like.
What nonsense? Thorin, the arrogant and impulsive king under the mountain! Dain, the King of the Iron Hills who is even more arrogant than Thorin! Balin, the dwarf king who doesn’t know how to be a king yet...
God! Roland is now wondering if the dwarves played themselves to death because of extreme xenophobic social fear? Look at the several Lonely Mountain Wars! Who else has helped the dwarf kingdom except King Bard and his grandson King Brand?
?What? Thranduil? That’s just a rush! Look at the Lonely Mountain battlefield during the War of the Ring...
"Intentions?" Balin chewed on these words and nodded thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?" Roland asked anxiously.
Tsk, tsk, tsk! It’s so miserable! In the whole North, there are only two enemies in Gushan, carrying the indiscriminate bombardment of the northern orcs and Dongyi people. The woodland elves directly seclude themselves in the country! Alas! I just cowered! I just played! And then the result was the river valley.
Both countries were lost again, Irube was beaten half to death, and the poor people from the two hostile countries clung to the castle of Irube...
Rohan and Gondor in the south marched forward with great success, dragging a group of boys from Gondor to the Black Gate of Mordor, and even held a victory parade! The entire southern battlefield was fought vigorously with the support of various war gods, what?
Treants and elves surrounded the orcs and beat them up!
The Lonely Mountain in the North... Forget it, it's too miserable... Roland even doubted whether in real history, the southern and western worlds knew that there was such a thing as the Lonely Mountain Battlefield. It could be said that Rohan and Gondor were all showing off, only
Gushan is being beaten!
"Welcome to your next visit! The hospitable dwarves will not let you down!" Balin stood at the east gate of Moria and sent Roland off. He originally wanted to give Roland another gift, but Roland considered the half of the people around him.
The orcs had not cleaned up, so they declined Balin's kindness. After all, he had worked hard to help Balin gain control of Moria and he did not let him be attacked by the half-orc Lao Liu!
"Of course! I will come back if I have the chance! Stay safe! Take care of Bahrain!" Roland waved to Bahrain while riding on his horse. Behind him, Kaslo held Roland's royal flag, a red background with golden tassels.
The golden dragon flag flutters in the wind!
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"Boom!" Kaslo came back after a while, and the huge dragon body hit the ground hard and stirred up a cloud of dust.
"Take care! King Roland! Have a safe journey!" Balin waved his stubby arms and said with wet eyes.
"It's nothing. Under your wise and wise leadership, we successfully got lost! Kaslo just went to find our location, hmm! It's so wrong!" Ajax successfully learned a good new skill - Yin Yang Wei Qi.
"Omsk! How to go?" Roland's claws became numb not long after walking. He was just walking blindly? He didn't know the way...
"Teach you? You just need to follow your own heart!" Roland was confused, but he could only explain it by himself. After all, he still doesn't know how to be a king well. After all, he is a good student.
The distance between the five good young men and a king is a bit big.
"How about... find a way to go back and kill Thranduy? At least Legolas is more courageous and bloody than his father!" Roland secretly planned in his heart, not to mention that it is really feasible at first glance.
Alas. Oops! It’s a heart-pounding feeling!
Behind them, Ormsk, Kaslo, and Ajax fell into silence. You don’t know the way, are you just wandering around?
After the Ormsk trio gestured with the map for a while, Kaslo summoned Kaldor and rose into the sky, and soon the figure disappeared into the sky...
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"Sure!" Kaslo said with a dark face.
"Are you sure?" Ormsk's eyes looked a little strange.
But Roland thought for a while, and now there are four great grievances under the Lonely Mountain! And there is also a kingdom of grievances elves in the dark forest... Thinking about the fighting power of the elves in the Singrui Star, Roland is still drooling, should I say no?
He said that in the future, the star elves would have to fool him during the Lonely Mountain War! As for the Woodland Kingdom... forget it, let the damn Thranduil fend for himself!
"King Roland, can you teach me?" Balin said a little cautiously.
"Ahem! How could it be? Maybe it's just a little off!" Roland coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment.
"Oh! Here comes the Dragon God! Thank God! Thank you for the silver river stopping you! Otherwise you can lead us to capture Mordor!" Ajax pointed in the right direction, obviously leading everyone in the direction with Roland.
Far from it.
"Gan! I obviously followed the route shown on the map!" Roland's eyes widened, looking unbelievable!
"Forget it, Your Highness, don't lead the way anymore. This job of leading the way is not suitable for you!" Ajax hid her face and said speechlessly.
"Uh..." Roland's mouth twitched and he didn't answer. After all, this direction was a bit outrageous.