"Alas..." Balin sighed and did not refuse the kindness of the two men. The two dwarf kings assigned all the people of the Blue Mountains to Balin. The empty Moria needed these descendants of Turin to make it prosperous.
"I hope the orcs can stop for a while, we can't have another war like this!" Balin murmured, looking at the dome.
"..." The three dwarf kings fell into silence. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The half-orcs' counterattack made everyone unexpected. Moria, the shortest plank on the barrel, was targeted by the darkness, but it was different from the others.
The difference in history is that Moria's military power is stronger than in history, and Bahrain has not been successfully assassinated by the orcs, and Sauron's power has not officially appeared in the foreground, so the Nazgul are still wary.
"Okay, let's stay a few more days. If there is no movement from the orcs, we will take the tribe back!" Thorin and Dyne looked at each other and said to Balin.
"Okay, let everyone have a good rest!" Balin stood up and said to the two dwarf kings.
"Well, everyone needs a good rest. Everyone has worked hard this time!" Thorin said.
"By the way, have all our clansmen who died in the battle been buried?" Dain asked, with a somewhat lonely look in his eyes.
"Arrangements are being made... Moria soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, and we are still digging caves." Balin sighed. There were too many casualties and there was no time to even bury the soldiers.
"Let's go take a look." Thorin scratched his hair.
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"How many casualties were there?" Thorin said with envy as he looked at the pile of coffins.
"..." Balin wiped his tears and said nothing.
"Oh...Dol Guldur...Gambada, how many more lives do we have to pay..." Dain murmured.
"But if we have the chance, we still have to kill them all! We can't leave hidden dangers to future generations!" Thorin's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"I hope those allies can be more reliable... The dwarves can no longer face the darkness alone and launch a battle." Balin said calmly.
"King Roland is still good, but the elf..." Dain frowned and looked at Thorin.
"The Thingri elves are reliable for attacking Dol Guldur, but Thranduil..." Thorin shook his head, still feeling resentful about the woodland elves' inflicting insults.
"The kingdom established by the northern nomadic tribe next to it also has no ability to counterattack." Bahrain also added.
"I guess King Roland's head is getting big. Since the founding of the Kingdom of Raglan, their war carriages have never stopped. They are also tired of fighting..." Thorin shook his head. King Roland can be relied on but cannot catch one.
Let the sheep gather their wool! Thorin could see clearly that King Roland and his soldiers almost held back the enemies in the east and south with all their strength. Even Roland, the enemy in the north, took the time to go over and slap him twice.
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"It's over, feel relieved! The dwarf has won!" Roland held Nyx in his arms. He was so free of fuss and just hugged Nyx tightly, enjoying the rare tenderness.
"Then what are you going to do when you come down?" Nicks said delicately. With eyes full of spring water, Nicks hugged Roland tenderly, pressed his face against Roland's chest, and listened quietly to Roland's heartbeat.
"Of course - we are preparing for our wedding!" Roland hugged Nyx and kissed him gently.
He stretched out his hand and gestured towards the void. The north roared outside the window, and the glass was blown loudly. However, the room was still as warm as spring. The pond fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the firelight reflected the two people's faces red.
Face.
"Well..." Nyx glanced at Roland shyly and did not answer. He just twirled his long hair with his hands at a loss.
"Oh, time flies so fast. Girl, please take a good rest at home and don't go out to blow the wind and catch the cold!" Roland patted Nyx's head, his eyes full of tenderness, and then stood up to go out for a patrol.
"You..." Nyx quickly put the fur coat on Roland.
"Roland, do you have to go out?" asked Nyx.
"Of course I have to take a look! You can't really see the king squatting in the castle all day long, right? It's my duty to inspect the kingdom." Roland laughed and shook his head.
"Oh." Nyx didn't say much, and just tightened the leather jacket on Roland.
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"Winter is coming..." Castro and Roland looked at each other and smiled.
"Yes, it's been a year!" Roland also said with emotion.
"Where are we going?" Castro asked.
"Go and take a look at the city and the city walls!" Roland wrapped his hands with the battle energy flames, which directly blocked the severe cold.
"Okay!" Kaslo ordered a few knights to follow Roland.
"Huh? There's a bakery here?" Roland looked at the smoke-emitting house in the distance and immediately saw the bakery sign above.
"Well, this is a bakery run by a homeless citizen." Kaslo obviously knew the details of this shop.
"Thick bread? Not brown bread?" Roland said in surprise. Thick bread is different from brown bread. Strictly speaking, thick bread is the lowest form of white bread. Compared with black bread mixed with bran and wheat husks, it doesn't matter.
Is it the taste or anything else, it's much stronger.
You don’t know the standard of living in your own kingdom and what its virtues are? Not to mention whether anyone can afford it, where does their capital come from?
"Well, don't underestimate the homeless citizens... Unlike the homeless villagers, they usually carry some gold coins, silver coins or valuable jewelry. They use Imperial Dragon Coins, and we also recognize their purchasing power." Kaslo.
Telling.
"Should I go?" Roland was stunned. Oh my god, it turns out that refugees have this mechanism! The villagers who are refreshed will have a chance to carry some farming equipment. The best thing that can be refreshed is the cattle! And the citizens will be able to refresh some funds.
Or jewelry, etc.
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"Hoo ho ho! It's hot!" Roland almost got a blister in his mouth after taking one sip. The warm bread was wrapped with homemade wild jam. The aroma of wheat was sour and sweet after one sip, making the pores all over his body open in the cold winter.
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"How's it going? Not bad, right?" Kaslo said with a smile.
"Thank you, the great Dragon Rider General, for the treat." Roland smiled and waved the bread in his hand to Caslo.
"Don't, don't dare to take it seriously..." Castro waved his hand and took a bite of bread.
"Gudong~" The stomachs of the surrounding knights made strange noises.
Everyone blushed, and more than a dozen glances were cast at Castro, who looked strange. Finally, Castro sighed helplessly and took out some money from his arms.
"Boss, each of you can have one." Kaslo shrugged.
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"Click, click!" Everyone gnawed on the toasted, crispy bread and followed Roland aimlessly on the road.
While gnawing bread, Roland despised the group of knights who ate strangely. Looking at them, those who didn't know better thought that Roland was abusing them and not feeding them.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Suddenly a war horse galloped over, and the knight on top waved and shouted to Roland.
"What's wrong?" Roland was still confused when he saw the person getting off his horse and then pushed Roland up.
"Lord Lafitte Anthony said it's about to hatch! Let's hurry back!" the knight said anxiously.