Mithril, when forged by the dwarves, stretches like copper. After it is finished, it becomes stronger than steel and is lighter than steel. After being polished, it can last for thousands of years without losing its luster.
Humans call it true silver, dwarves call it Moria silver, and elves named this special metal Misril and used it to create exquisite works one after another.
It is said that Neng Ya, the "Water Ring" among the three elven rings, is made of mithril.
In the past when Moria was still brightly lit, the price of mithril was ten times its weight in gold. But after the Durin clan was forced to abandon Moria, this metal had no source, and it was no longer available in Middle-earth.
It became a priceless treasure.
Even the dwarves who retaken the Lonely Mountain don't have much inventory. It can be said that they use less.
Therefore, even Dyne, who came from the Durin royal family, had a shocked expression on his face when he looked at the shelves filled with mithril ingots in the stone room.
Born in the Iron Hills, he had never seen such a scene before, and Allen knew this feeling very well.
The first time he saw the dwarf treasure in Serel Hall, Allen had the same experience. The feeling of being overwhelmed by wealth was still fresh in his memory.
Ouyin and Ou Rui, on the other hand, were wandering around the finished product area with excited faces, looking for items that suited them.
Most of the completed works are extremely well-forged mithril armors, and all of them are dwarven styles.
Allen guessed that it was because of the sudden attack by the Balrog that the dwarves had to abandon this area immediately and left these armors here out of extreme helplessness.
Therefore, today Ouyin and Ou Rui have the opportunity to slowly choose.
With each other's help, the two of them first slowly put on a piece of silver and gorgeous chain mail.
Then they each put on a shiny helmet with a square shape.
The two men were careful in all their movements to avoid any movement louder than the sound of footsteps while wearing armor.
After that, the two of them focused their attention on the armor shelf against the wall, where there were several sets of shining silver plate armor waiting for them to choose.
After coming back to his senses, Daine quickly joined the process of selecting equipment. Even Dine, the king of the Iron Hills, did not have a set of mithril armor of his own.
Nowadays, it is not easy to encounter such an opportunity, so it is better to seize the time and choose a set for yourself.
Moreover, leaving these priceless treasures here will only make it easier for the orcs who occupy this place one day in the future.
Dyne felt that of course he should take away everything he could.
Allen and his elf subordinates, on the other hand, are not very interested in armors. After all, they are dwarf styles and cannot be worn by humans or elves.
Especially those helmet plates that consume a lot of space. Allen felt that transporting them was too troublesome and not cost-effective, so he gave up the plan of taking them away.
However, Allen did not let go of the remaining sets of chain armor, and took them away anyway. This thing does not consume much space.
The main target of his trip was the mithril ingots placed on the shelves.
Allen thinks this thing is the most space-saving and most convenient asset to carry.
And in order to prevent the metal ingots from colliding with each other and making too much noise during transportation.
Allen, who had already conducted a reconnaissance in advance, prepared well-cut velvet and fifteen wooden boxes.
Ask the Noldor ranger who followed you to wrap the mithril ingots properly in soft velvet, and finally put them neatly in the box.
In this way, when you leave here later, you can minimize the risk.
As for himself, he was always monitoring the sleeping Balrog to prevent everyone from being suddenly attacked while they were busy.
For this search, Allen brought thirty-six Noldor rangers and asked them to be the main force in transporting mithril.
As for the three dwarves, Allen specially called them over after seeing those dwarf-style mithril armors, and told them that it would be best to pick one for Thorin.
In addition, Allen also called Horimion and five Twilight Knights who used sapphire sigil bows to prepare for the battle.
The remaining Twilight Knight and Girl Ranger were arranged by Allen to the west side of the Kazadum Bridge to guard the group's retreat.
According to his plan, after getting enough mithril for future use this time, he will let others leave first.
He and Hermione stayed behind to lure the Balrog out. After arriving at the Khazad-dum Bridge and joining the others, they had a fight with this ancient demon on the east side of the bridge.
As for how to lure the Balrog out, it's too simple. Just stand at the entrance of the third valley and talk some rubbish, which is probably enough.
What a lackey of Morgoth.
A coward who ran away from the battlefield.
A fire-emitting reptile that hides deep underground all year round.
Allen estimated that there was a sentence in it that the Balrog would like, and he would definitely chase him with sparks and lightning.
Moreover, Allen also analyzed the Balrog hiding in Moria very rigorously, and always felt that his speed was not as fast as the legend.
Because when the Fellowship of the Ring escaped from Moria, this guy couldn't even outrun a hobbit. His speed was far from what it was when he saved Morgoth, and he probably couldn't fly anymore.
Allen analyzed that the corrupted Maiya he was facing might have been injured during the War of Wrath.
The terrifying form he is using now may have been shot by an arrow in the knee, so he had to run away in front of Valinor's army, and then hid under the dark mountains, fearing all day long.
These creatures, which have been dormant for many years, probably don't know what the current situation in Middle-earth is.
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They probably don't know that the Valar living in Valinor have half abandoned this land, so they stay in their hiding places.
Therefore, judging from the current information, Allen feels that even if he cannot defeat him, there is no problem in running away.
In fact, at the very beginning, Allen also considered a way to drive away wolves and tigers, that is, the water watcher entrenched at the Gate of Durin.
But the problem is that even though Allen knows many things about Middle-earth, he has never determined the camp of the big octopus anywhere.
What he was worried about was that when these two people, one fire and one water, met, they wouldn't start fighting each other, but would join forces to do something for themselves. Then there would really be no way to get into the water.
Therefore, this plan can only be abandoned. As for the nameless things living in Moria, Allen has not considered them.
God knows what they are. In Gandalf's mouth, they just describe them as dim sunlight shining on the earth. Alan does not want to provoke them.
"Woo~wuwu~~"
Suddenly, an intermittent sound of horns floated melodiously from the upper level of Moria to where Allen was.
This sound did not sound like it was blown in battle, because it did not have the solemn solemnity and urgency to urge the soldiers to move forward.
The melody of this horn sound gives people a feeling of self-satisfaction, as if a guy with a bad mind suddenly defeated the enemy and then made a fuss to let all the younger brothers know that he had won.
But when the sound reached Allen's ears, it was no less than a thunder that exploded the world.
Under his gaze, Balrog, who had been sleeping all this time, opened his flaming yellow eyes when he heard the sound.
The huge shadow lying on the rock quickly closed its eyes again after waking up, as if it was quite familiar with the noise.
However, before Allen could breathe a sigh of relief and soothe his pounding heart, his yellow eyes opened again.
Not only that, the huge shadow that was originally lying on its side quickly stood up.
Seeing this scene, Allen decisively terminated his ability and roared at the people who were still busy behind him.
“Run~~!
"
Then Allen took Hermione and the Twilight Knight and took the lead on the stairs leaving the forging area.
It's time to implement a backup plan for the unexpected.
Following Allen's order, the Noldor rangers who were loading the mithril ingots stopped their movements in an instant, picked up the boxes around them neatly, and followed Allen's footsteps.
The three dwarves who had just picked out their equipment were holding their arms by two Noldor rangers before they could react, and they quickly left the stone room where the finished products were stored.
In long-distance marches, the endurance of the dwarves is still commendable, but when sprinting over short distances, the short legs of the dwarves are unable to move over. Even if the Noldor rangers support them, it is still faster than the dwarves can run on their own.
faster.
As for Allen, who was the first to step on the stairs, when he sprinted to one-third of the distance, the angry roar of the Balrog rang out from the abyss on the right side of the stairs.
After a while, the flames that broke through the darkness were clearly reflected in Allen's eyes, and they quickly rushed up along the wall.
At this time, a piece of good news and a piece of bad news appeared before Allen's eyes.
The good news is that this Balrog is indeed as Allen guessed. He cannot fly, but must use the help of his limbs to move in the cave.
The bad news is that this black monster, covered in flames, can climb very fast using both hands and feet, far exceeding Allen's imagination.
Allen, who was running at top speed, only glanced at the abyss below, and rushed onto the platform opposite the forging area without stopping.
Then he quickly moved away from the stairs and yelled the trash talk he had prepared downwards.
"Horses of Morgoth."
"Cowardly people who run away from the battlefield."
"The fiery reptile that hides deep underground all year round."
Allen left the forging area at the first opportunity, naturally not because he could run at the front when escaping for his life.
He wanted to attract the Balrog's attention, keep him away from the not-so-strong stairs, and buy time for his subordinates to escape.
After all, the staircase isolated in the air cannot withstand the attack of the Balrog.
Unsurprisingly, as Allen's voice continued to echo in the cave, the flames paused for a moment, then rushed towards him at extremely high speed.
The surrounding temperature also rose rapidly as the black figure approached.
The Balrog who was climbing on the rock wall at this time was not awakened by the sound of the orc's horn.
Because this meaningless sound would sound in Moria every once in a while during the thousands of years he drove away the dwarves.
At first, because of the interruption of his sleep, he would angrily go to the upper level and kill some inky blacks. However, the orcs, who were also under Morgoth, let out a fierce breath to let these scum know that they were disturbing him.
as a result of.
But as time passed, and those orcs didn't understand the meaning of the Balrog at all, they never stopped making noise after being killed.
Instead, because of the powerful power of the Balrog, the black fire monster entrenched in the depths was worshiped as a god.
This is true. To a certain extent, the life level of this Balrog is not lower than that of the Dark Lord of Orcs, Sauron.
And after that, Balrog didn't care about the occasional horn sound. When he was woken up, he just turned over and continued sleeping. Anyway, those scum never dared to enter the place where he lived.
However, today, when Balrog woke up from his deep sleep, he felt dozens of different auras above his head.
From the Balrog's point of view, those breaths were a little strange. Most of them did not resemble the rhythms that existed in the great music, but they were not the creations of his elder Melkor.
More like Yin Luweita's firstborn child, but different.
As for the other four, three of them were very familiar to the Balrog. They were the creations of Vala'oli. Not long ago, he killed many of these noisy creatures and drove them away from the mountains.
The last one was a little unclear, so he walked out of his cave and went up the cliff to see what was disturbing his sleep, and then sent them away from Arda.
Then, Balrog, who was climbing, heard the trash talk shouted by Allen, and within three sentences, he experienced three emotions: doubt, fear and anger.
What puzzled him was that since the War of Wrath, he had never heard the Valar language used among the Ainur again.
The fear was that he believed that his hiding place had been discovered by the army of Vera, and the person shouting from above was Maia who came to hunt him down.
And the anger was that after he understood the meaning of the words, he didn't feel the similar aura nearby at all.
And the caller, no matter how you look at it, is just an ordinary human being.
The aura of power contained in his body was very weak, not even comparable to that old guy who wandered around Moria before.
Such a weak being dared to use the Ainu's language to humiliate himself. This kind of thing made the Balrog that had been hiding underground for many years intolerable.
The most important thing is that he can be sure that the opponent does not belong to Valar's army, because the Ainur does not have such a weak existence.
Of course Allen didn't know how much hatred the simulator's translation function had added to himself at this time.
When he saw that his subordinates had left the stairs carrying the box, Allen's excitement was half relieved.
Then, he stared closely at the approaching Balrog, and when the black figure suddenly jumped onto the cliff, he attacked it with two chain lightning that had been accumulated for a long time.
The ones who moved faster than Allen were the Twilight Knights a hundred meters behind him. They shot six arrows full of frost power at the Balrog.
At this time, Balrog had just stood firm on the edge of the cliff.