Roland here is still struggling to mobilize the resources in his hands to transport the soldiers of Iron Hills across the Swift River. Over there, the orc army outside Moria is still attacking in full swing.
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"Send out the ravens! We need reinforcements!" The scarred Balin desperately resisted the swarming orcs. He screamed miserably. Unexpectedly, his feet slipped and he tripped over the corpses on the ground.
"Ah! Ah!" Balin roared in pain, and countless pairs of big feet ran over his body. Balin was dizzy and felt bursts of tearing pain all over his body... His eyes slowly turned black.
Ou Li and Ou Yin, who were fighting in full swing here, suddenly discovered the missing figure of Bahrain in front of them. The two looked at each other and were immediately shocked. They frantically searched among the piles of corpses, and finally found them under a pile of dead people.
Bahrain was dug out, but Bahrain's situation at this moment is definitely very bad. He is as angry as a gossamer, and there are still many wounds on his body that are bleeding out like a fountain...
"Quick! Carry the king down!" The two of them called to the others and quickly sent Balin to a safe place, and everyone quickly sent Balin to the deep cave.
"We're finished! Ouli!" Ouyin gasped, holding the sword in his hand.
"Damn! Is Moria going to fall in our hands again? Turin! Where are our reinforcements!" Ori was a little depressed.
"Fight! For the glory of the Longbeard clan! For the glory of the descendants of Turin! Fight! Until death! Let Moria step over the corpses of the dwarves!" Ouyin waved his sword.
Along with the angry roars of the remaining dwarves, the two "torrents" collided together again...
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"Speed up! The brothers of Moria are waiting for us! Dwalin! Urge everyone to move forward at full speed! Balin and the others can't last long!" Thorin Oakenshield was panting like an ox at this moment, but he still kept running with all his strength.
"Thorin! Don't... be like this! Everyone needs... to rest!" Dvalin rushed forward, grabbed Thorin and twisted his body around.
"Look at everyone! We tried our best!" Dvalin gasped. If they keep running like this, I don't know if Moria can be saved, but they must need someone to save their lives.
"Damn it! Phew..." Thorin sat on the ground slumped and punched him.
"Thorin! Don't worry! We still have dragonhawk knights!" Dvalin said with relief.
"Yes... we still have dragon eagles... I hope they can solve Moria's predicament!" Thorin could only place his hope on the dragon eagle knights.
"Your Highness! News from the Raven! The Moria dwarves have retreated to the east gate, and they are asking us for help! They need help!" At this time, a dwarf came to Suo out of breath holding a letter asking for help.
Beside Lin.
"Oh! Turin! These bastards! Son-of-a-bitch! Those green-skinned and black-skinned little Bitches! I'm going to crush their heads and stuff them into their ****" the angry Thorin roared, he was crazy
He tore up the letter paper and made a burst of unplayable electronic sound.
Dwalin looked at the "courteous and passionate" Thorin and sighed. Maybe everything was coming to an end. To be fair, he was unwilling to let the remaining living dwarves fight for the land that the dwarves had lost for a long time.
No. No dwarf is willing to have another battle at Azanubiza...
But fate will always play tricks on poor people mercilessly, and dwarves are no exception...
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"Here's the beard! I saw the east gate of Moria!" a dragonhawk knight muttered.
"Where?" Another dragon eagle knight shouted into the wind.
"Look at your lower right!"
"Oh! Turin!"
"They need support! Orcs are almost filling up the east gate!"
"We are not sure whether they have... Moria has been lost." Someone hesitated, after all, the situation down there is indeed not good.
"Kill, kill, kill! Keep killing! Even if Moria has fallen, we can't do nothing!"
"That's right! Now that they're here, they have to pay the price!"
"Prepare Dragon Breath!"
As a kind of sub-dragon, although the blood of dragon eagle is not very noble, the dragon blood is very thin, and it does not even have a dragon shape. Except for the head, which is very similar to a dragon head, the only thing left that has some connection with the dragon is the claws.
And scales! But as long as the tribes containing dragon blood are destined to be unstable, they will more or less inherit some of the dragon's specialties, and what the Dragon Eagle inherits is the dragon's terrifying dragon breath!
"Well? Is it dark?" At this moment, a half-orc suddenly felt that the sky seemed a little cloudy. He raised his head and looked up at the sky with great effort, and suddenly found a group of black spots in the sky quickly pulling towards him. Just when he thought they were flying in the sky
When the birds were flocking, it suddenly noticed that the birds in the sky flashed a few rays of light?
Soon its expression changed, and it could clearly see the tongues of fire flowing down!
"Air attack!" the orc yelled hoarsely, throwing up his legs and running at a speed that ordinary people could not reach...
"Hoo~" The dragon's breath pouring down hit the face of the orcs, and the half-orcs crowded together became the best targets at this moment! Even most of the orcs did not realize what happened, they
In my mind, this kind of shrill scream seemed to be a sound that could only be made by dwarves. They all showed bloodthirsty expressions and were waiting to go in for the slaughter, but the righteous dragon's breath from the sky instantly stopped their thoughts. Now they just want to
Escape from the attack range of the dragon's breath. This effect is that the corrosive and burning dragon's breath really scares them.
"Ahhhhhhhh~"
"My eyes~"
"hehe……"
"Help!"
Immediately, countless seriously injured and dying Orcs began to cry out. Those Orcs who were still able to move subconsciously threw themselves into the arms of their fellow tribesmen, hoping that they would extinguish the terrifying dragon flames for themselves! But the final result was that both of them burned together.
Turned into coke, turned into dregs that breaks into pieces at the touch of a touch...
"Wuhu! The effect is outstanding!" The dragon eagle knights who had been lifted up were talking and laughing with each other. At least hundreds of orcs had become firewood just now, not counting the orcs who were now setting fire outside...
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"Save... pfft!" A big knife was swung by, and the half-orc with dragon flames suddenly lost his head, and the parts below his head were quickly burned into coke.
"Kill those who are running around! Don't let them ignite the army!" It can be said that the Orc commander quickly found a solution to the problem. In order to avoid causing chaos, the Orcs quickly killed those who wanted to run around.
The wounded, for the orcs, these people are all cannon fodder that must die. It makes no difference whether they die early or late. Therefore, when the orcs raised their butcher knives and pointed them at their own people, this farce had already come to an end.
"Their leaders are experienced!" Looking at the orc army that had scattered, the dragonhawk knights sighed that these orcs had found the best way to control them.
"Moria has not fallen yet! We still have people resisting!" Suddenly a dragonhawk knight roared, and this exciting news made everyone pay attention.
I went for an interview yesterday and stopped updating. Sorry to my family.