"Ahem! Fight! Descendants of Turin!" A person who surprised everyone appeared in the depths of the cave. The man's blood-soaked arms trembled as he raised his warhammer and let out a deafening roar.
"Bahrain!" Ori quickly ran over to help him.
"You need to rest! This is not your battlefield!" Ouyin's face also changed wildly. After all, Bahrain is the backbone of everyone, the king of Moria!
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! I have become the king of this place here! I will also fight here! Until I die! This is my mission and responsibility!" Bahrain pushed away Ori who wanted to help him.
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"Fight! Dwarves of the Longbeard clan! Fight! Children of Turin! If I fall before you, don't panic, don't be sad, wield your weapon until you die! I will serve you by Turin's side and bless you! Fight.
!The great dwarf of Moria!" Balin roared at the top of his voice, a trace of blood foam running down the corner of his mouth and dyeing his white beard red...
"Ahem..." Balin coughed up blood and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. His eyes were full of violence and murderous intent. He is the Lord of Moria after all! No matter how miserable the king is, he is still a king. As you can see, the King of Moria has not yet
Lose his glory!
"Bahrain, your situation is very bad!" Orionin whispered, but they knew that the huge wound that tore Bahrain's chest and abdomen was hard to imagine that it was caused by a bow and arrow!
"We need...me here, I am the king of Moria! The kingdom needs the king's protection and leadership!" Balin said stubbornly, he was more afraid of Moria falling again in his hands than death...
"Kill!" Balin took the lead and knocked the first orc to death with a hammer and roared.
"For the home! For the kingdom! For the king! The Turin dwarves fight!" The remaining dwarves followed closely, and they followed the king and started a bloody fight with the orcs at the east gate...
I don’t know how much time passed, but the Orcs that poured in like a tide suddenly disappeared, leaving only the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground and the wailing Orcs who were not dead...
"Help the injured, we can't lose any more compatriots!" Bahrain, who was panting like an ox, could no longer hold on, and fell to his knees in the pile of corpses, panting heavily.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the blade piercing flesh and bones breaking, the half-orcs who were still lying on the ground wailing suddenly "fallen to sleep" and had to say with emotion that youth is good! As for the wounded dwarves, they will search carefully if they are still breathing.
If so, he will be given first aid immediately. If he dies unfortunately, he will be buried in a cave by his tribe...
"We...how many people are left!" Balin's mouth moved, and he finally muttered this sentence with difficulty. You can see that there is hope and desire in the eyes of this old dwarf. How much he wants to hear a number that makes him feel at ease.
At this moment, Bahrain is like a dying old man waiting for the judgment of fate.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness Bahrain... We have less than two hundred people who can fight now... Including women and children, there are only less than a thousand people." Ori said with difficulty.
"Oh no! Turin...I...I am a sinner..." Balin burst into tears. At this moment, he was no longer the majestic dwarf king of Moria, but a man who looked at the broken kingdom and the death and injury of his people.
The exhausted old man is pitiful and pathetic.
Balin stood up tremblingly, holding on to the wall. His eyes were full of unwillingness and regret, pain and anger intertwined, and his steel teeth clenched his cheek tightly...
"My beard, how many tribesmen did we have back then... They returned to their homeland and originally thought they could live a happy and stable life... It's my fault! I can't give them anything!" Bahrain covered his face with tears.
Behind them, Ou Li and Ou Yin were at a loss as they watched Bahrain crying uncontrollably. They could only stand quietly behind Bahrain and watch him lick his wounds alone.
Balin looked at the devastated east gate of Moria, and suddenly had the illusion of traveling through time and space. He tried his best to reach out...
"The Battle of Azanubizza...King, father, brother..." As Balin muttered, the strong old dwarf finally fainted on the floor mixed with blood and soil in grief and anger.
"Bahrain!" Ouliouyin screamed and rushed forward...
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"Speed up! Fast, fast, fast!" Iron-footed Dain rode his wild boar, constantly urging his Iron-footed troops to move forward at full speed.
The Iron Foot Army, which was like a long steel dragon, was followed by a string of argali laden with supplies. The entire army quickly rushed towards Rapid City.
"King Roland! I need help!" The voice that came first was probably Dyne Ironfoot. He shouted from a distance, and his voice could be heard clearly even across the city two miles away.
"The Dwarf Iron Foot Army is here! It's the King of the Iron Hills!" Kaslo, who had come back, appeared next to Roland.
"Let's go meet them!" Roland was not too polite. After all, they were all on bad terms. He went out to meet Dain to see how he was doing recently.
"Are you okay? Dain?" Roland rode out.
"Talking as we walk!" Dain drove his wild boar to Roland's side in a hurry.
"Do you know what happened in Moria?" Dain asked.
"Of course! Is there anyone in the whole north who doesn't know about it?" Roland couldn't help but said.
"Thorin is really crazy! He actually took people there himself!" Dain complained to Roland, thinking that this 180-pound fat man had been wronged.
"It was out of consideration, but I can understand his eagerness to save people, and...why are you here too?" Roland finally realized. This guy talked about Thorin for a long time, but he didn't mention a word about it.
Bar?
"Can it be the same? I am just the king of the Iron Hills! He is the king under the mountain!" Dain argued dissatisfiedly.
"Tell me, do you need my help?" Roland didn't intend to argue with Dine on this matter. Anyway, the two dwarf kings seemed to like to charge into battle.
(Yun Feng: Can you look at yourself in front of others? Where is your face? Isn’t that unnecessary?)
"Well, I really have something to trouble you. My troops need to cross the river!" Dyne spread his hands. It was obvious that the dwarves did not have a boat to cross the river.
"I understand, I will let my ship take you to the other side! The rest of the way is up to you. I can't directly participate in the battle this time!" Roland nodded.
"Yeah! But you still need to pay more attention to the safety near the Lonely Mountain! After all, Thorin took away most of the elites..." Dain said with some embarrassment.
"..." Roland grinned, is that most of it? That's all of them! An army of 3,000 people may be nothing to humans, but to dwarves, it's like a nationwide attack!
"Of course, I will. I promised Thorin that Lagrand will not betray the covenant!" Roland nodded and said to Dyne.
"Thank you so much. I have to catch up with them quickly with these 1,200 soldiers. Please forgive me, King Roland!" Dain smiled happily.
"..." Roland was silent. You are all here to risk your lives, right? Don't you want it in your hometown? Gambling your life? How did the small Iron Hills Kingdom manage to get 1,200 soldiers? Even Dyne could only lead him during the Gushan War.