MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 212 confluence
"Welcome, Your Honorable Dragoon General!" Thorin warmly welcomed Caslow.
"Hello, esteemed King of the Mountain! This time I am here to inform Your Excellency Balin about the expedition and rendezvous." Kaslow explained his purpose.
"Oh? You mean the expedition to Moria? Is King Roland ready?" Thorin thought for a second before thinking of this.
"Yes, my lord has already assembled the army, and now we will wait for Balin and the others." Kaslo pointed out that Roland was ready and the dwarves were ready.
"They have been preparing for a long time, but they have been raising dry food for the past few days. I sent someone to ask if they can go." Sorin really didn't pay much attention to this aspect. He has already become the king under the mountain. His own ambitions and desires, although he agrees with the icing on the cake of recovering Moria, but he is not eager. After all, the dwarf kingdom has stood on the lonely mountain again, even if Moria can't take it back, they still have a home to go back to. So Sorin is now in a very relaxed state of mind.
"Thank you..." Kaslow nodded.
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"Oh! The beard is on! You are the knight of Kaslow who came in person? This is really an honor for us!" Balin shouted when he saw Kaslow.
The crowd of dwarves shouted in a frenzy, and Kaslow's head suddenly became big. After all, the dwarves were also proud to witness the greatest professional dragon knight in the world!
After finally appeasing the dwarves, Kaslow had the time to ask his own question: "So... are you preparing to leave?"
Looking at the dwarf warriors in uniform with jerky hanging on their shields, cheese blocks on the tip of their guns, and large pieces of black bread on their backs, Kaslow couldn't help grinning. Are you going to travel?
"Yeah! It took us a lot of effort to prepare these dry food! After all, it is not a good thing to make the warriors feel wronged in their stomachs, black bread baked with fresh barley! The best dwarf jerky! The mellow does not have a drop of water. The dwarf platter of goat cheese!" Balin enthusiastically introduced Kaslow.
"Uh... If you and your subordinates are ready, then head to the outside of Rapid City to join us. This morning my king has already left the city with his army..." Three black lines hung from Kaslow's head. , clearly agreed to set off today, but these simple and honest dwarves are still carefully sorting out their rations.
"Oh! The Dragon God is on top! What is that?" Kaslow saw a hot-eyed scene: a dwarf actually carried an oak barrel taller than himself, and it was filled with liquid when he heard the sound. As for what can it hold? Dwarves don't always carry a bucket of water.
"Ah! The best dwarf ale! This is the source and motivation of our strength! With him, the boys will be even more motivated!" Balin said boldly.
"..." Caslo suddenly considered whether he should give up the expedition. No matter how he looked at it, the dwarves looked very unreliable. Compared with the dwarf image of Sorin carrying the three walnuts and dates, it was a world of difference.
"Good guy...Drinking in a state of war...His Royal Highness is afraid to cut people..." Kaslo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, maybe only dwarves would be so sturdy, in Lagrand's military law, unless drinking before the war To be courageous or to celebrate after the war, during the rest of the war, there are no special cases where drinking is not allowed. After all, drunkenness is not a joke, and military affairs are not something that one person can handle.
"You humans have many rules! How can a boy under my command have the strength to fight the enemy without drinking?"
"Froy! Oli! Ouyin! Call our lads to gather! Let's go and defeat those demons!" Balin swung his battle axe in an angry voice.
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"I wish you a smooth trip and a safe return!" Sorin sent the group to the outside of the city of Irube and bowed slightly.
"Say hello to King Roland for me, and by the way, thank him for his willingness to help our family regain lost ground." Thorin bowed deeply to Kaslow.
"I will convey it. I will inform my king to prepare first." Kaslow nodded in greeting and then blew the dragon flute. The blue Kaldor broke through the void, and the slender and vigorous dragon body appeared in front of everyone.
"Ang!" With a long dragon roar, Feng Long took Kaslow's figure away.
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"How's the situation?" Roland sat on the stump and used a dagger to fix his nails, watching Kaslow fall from the sky, Roland asked bored.
"Uh...they have already set off..." Thinking of the appearance of the dwarves and his party, Kaslow's mouth couldn't help twitching, so let's keep it for His Highness to see for himself, I won't describe it myself, he is afraid to describe it to King Roland After a while, Roland took the soldiers back to the city directly.
"God, these dwarves are so hearty!" Roland complained helplessly, and he had been outside with 600 people blowing the wind all morning, and the dwarves were actually worthy of starting.
"Wait for them... It's been a morning anyway." Omsk rubbed his stiff neck and advised.
"That's the only way, we can't go home now, can we?" Roland said this sentence that he regretted afterward. If only he had done so.
"..." Caslow glanced at Roland and swallowed, but in the end he didn't speak.
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"His Royal Highness, the dwarves are catching up!" Kaslow drove in front of Roland and said to Roland.
"Thank goodness, they're finally here... Do you know how embarrassing I've been walking this way?" Roland sighed, and the group walked for a long time without going 20 miles. The speed was almost slow to wait for the dwarves to follow. It's almost like traveling.
"Okay, rest in place and wait for our friends!" Roland waved his hand to signal everyone to stop and rest.
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"Oh! God! What is that!" Roland saw the oak barrel as tall as a person (human height!)
"Oh! Dragon God! Are the dwarves going to have a picnic?" After seeing the dry goods hanging on the spear and shield, Roland was dumbfounded. He co-authored this group of "cuties" and planned to come out for dinner, right?
"Oh! King Roland is so happy to see you!" Balin ran over and opened his arms. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Hey! Bahrain, I need an explanation!" Roland asked, pointing at the army of dwarves like armed farmers.
"Oh! No way, we don't have a space ring to store food. As we all know, our dwarf alchemists are almost dead. There is not much space left to store equipment. We can't use it to store food extravagantly." Balin looked Seeing that Roland and his party were empty-handed, they understood that they should have packed all the baggage in the space equipment. After all, everyone knew that there was a wise man in Rapid City.
"Then how do you explain those wines?" Roland's face was dark. He didn't want to encounter an accident when the Allies were actually a group of drunks.
"Oh! You also know our situation. If you want dwarves to fight without the moisturizing of alcohol, it is simply too strong." Balin shrugged.
"..." Roland was at a loss for words. It was true that you would not be able to meet a group of guys who were addicted to drinking like drinking water.
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