MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 252 grand staircase
The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth Chapter 252 The Great Stairway
"Huh, huh, huh!" The Smurf reluctantly used water magic to wash away the stains on Roland's body, while Kaslo and Omsk waited on him with towels and other items.
"It's disgusting! I..." Roland continued to greet the half-orc goblin and other women in the family with a fragrant mouth. It could be seen that Roland was really angry.
"Eh... Your Highness, this is the real war... There is no mercy, full of blood and filth..." Omsk said slowly.
"I understand, it's disgusting this time... It's the first time I've seen such a miserable situation, and don't these half-orcs take a bath from birth to death?" Roland shook the water droplets on his hair helplessly.
"Do you think they care about hygiene?" Kaslo shrugged.
"Come on! Give me a hand! Put the plate armor on for me! This thing is really a good thing!" Roland muttered dissatisfied.
"That's right, he can effectively protect us!" Caslo said with a cheerful smile.
"But having said that, how did you make yourself like this, Your Highness?" Omsk asked puzzled.
"Ahem, didn't I slip on my feet... and then..." Roland was a little embarrassed.
"...Next time, pay attention to Your Highness. It is very important for us reloaders to have a stable base." Kaslo said solemnly with his forehead. After all, maintaining balance is also something that reloaders need to learn.
"By the way, what's the situation on the front line? You all came back to look for me. Have the orcs been driven away? We have occupied this hall?" Roland asked like a cannonball.
"No, our soldiers withdrew from the battle, and the front line has been taken over by the dwarves. We only left the rangers of Lordaeron to provide them with long-range suppression..." Omsk explained.
"God...Are you sure the dwarves can withstand the pressure on the front line? Order the soldiers to rush back. Although you are worried about me, you can't put your allies in danger." Roland shook his head and said quickly to the two. After all, the dwarves Although there is no shortage of professionals, they already lack high-end combat effectiveness. The hasty withdrawal of humans will definitely put pressure on the dwarves. Now I just hope the situation is not too bad...
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"Bahrain! How's the situation?" From a distance, Roland saw Bahrain standing on several half-orc corpses and slashing vigorously. The enemy's blood slithered across his armor like a stream.
"Fight! The descendants of Turin! Fight! For our homeland!" Bahrain shouted vigorously.
"Huh? King Roland, are you okay?" Balin looked up and saw a neat Roland.
"It's okay, what's the situation now! I have ordered my soldiers to join the battle, and you can make those dwarves withdraw!" Roland said.
"Okay! Floyin! Let our children come back!" Balin raised his tomahawk and said.
"I won't talk too much, let's have a good chat after this battle is over!" Roland looked at the tragic battle around him and drew out the dragon-slaying sword.
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"Thank you, King Roland!" Balin looked at Roland who treated the dwarf and expressed his sincere thanks.
"Oh... I'd be crying if I said too much. I would have brought a few priests here if I knew it..." Roland smiled wryly and shook his head. When did he become a nanny after being a paladin? This is a question worth pondering.
"Okay! Rest for a day or two and you'll be fine!" Roland patted the dwarf warrior on the shoulder. The wound with visible bones deep in his abdomen had scabbed and healed. I have to say that magic is really a good thing!
Are holy skills magic? Roland didn't know and didn't intend to know. Anyway, the paladin's ability to breastfeed made Roland feel very comfortable.
"You don't need to worry about it, King Roland. After this hall is taken down, we can go down to Hall No. 4 through the stairs. That hall is tough!" Balin sighed.
"Let's hear it?" Roland became interested.
"What do you think of Hall 10 and Hall 9? Are they grand?" Balin smiled wryly.
"Of course, it's really a miracle that you dwarves built such a magnificent hall..." Roland sighed, knowing how many dwarves there were in Kaisad-dum at its most glorious time, and how many dwarves there were. Lose your life in this epoch-changing turmoil? Only a few of today's dwarves linger in the mountains of Middle-earth...
"Hall Four is bigger than both of them combined..." Balin sighed.
"..." Roland was speechless. The closer he got to the center, the more Orcs and Goblins gathered. What was certain was that the larger the building, the more troops the Orcs and Goblins could gather.
"It's not easy to fight. Our troops are too scattered inside, and your dwarves' building...it's too easy to hide troops..." Kaslo pointed to these towering pillars with a row of pillars behind them. Goblins are not the same as playing? Those goblins who are better at climbing pillars than monkeys can hide behind the pillars and make trouble for them.
"These are nothing. I'm worried about the attack from the dome. God knows how those damned guys are destroying our homeland!" Balin's eyes were bloodshot.
"Forget it, pack it up and go!" Roland shook his head, talking and talking here won't solve any problems, what should be faced must be faced!
"By the way? Where did the Balrog appear? It seems to be in front of the bridge? That should be Hall No. 4?" Roland rubbed his chin in a habitual way and began to think~www.novelbuddy.com~ Let's get out of here and get something to eat right! " Roland suggested that he found himself a little hungry, but the current environment is really not suitable for eating.
"Alright! But we're going faster, the orcs and goblins in the depths here should be alarmed by us!" Balin suggested, it should be said that thanks to them they entered Moria from the west gate, if they entered Moria from the east gate, Entering... Balin shuddered at the thought of the number of orcs in Moria. The entrance at the east gate is much wider than the west gate, and the speed at which half-orcs gather is not comparable here. Most of the half-orcs live near the east gate, and there are more goblins at the west gate, so when they enter the gate There is no strong resistance, if you enter through the east gate... it will be another battle of Moria.
"Well, just eat some bread and jerky and deal with some water!" Roland nodded. After all, the war was urgent, and he didn't have so much time to bury the pot for cooking.
In this way, our King of the Wrathful Seeds ate dry bread and jerky and led a group of unkind young men to walk on the stone steps of the Moria Mountains.
"My God! Bahrain, you dwarves are really powerful!" Roland raised his head and looked at the majestic stone stairs, which connected the various platforms in the Moria Catacombs, forming a complex and magnificent underground transportation network.
"Oh! Dragon God!" Caslo grabbed a slippery Dovinian heavy swordsman, and the child almost fell into the abyss.
"Hey! It's dangerous! Maybe you should install guardrails!" Roland shrugged.
"It used to be there, it was made of wood, and it has decayed thousands of years ago!" Balin shrugged and said helplessly, he couldn't ask the orcs and goblins to maintain their homes.
