MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 255 traces of bravery
"Sure enough!" Omsk had a clear look after entering the fourth hall, as if confirming what he thought.
"Oh! Turin!" Bahrain fell to his knees sadly, only to see countless pillars in the fourth hall lying crookedly on the ground, and the stone crystals melted by the Balrog at high temperature were all over the ground. What surprised Roland most was nothing more than A large amount of iron bumps formed after the cooling of molten iron was scattered on the ground, and countless iron filings were flying in all directions. Broken weapons, melted armor, and broken bones were scattered all over the hall...
"Beard! This is our ancestor!" Ouli's eyes were red.
"Children of Turin! What have you experienced?" Floy knelt on the ground, supporting his body with an ax and burst into tears.
"God! This is a cemetery!" Roland was terrified, he was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, this should be one of the most tragic battlefields for dwarves! Countless elite dwarf warriors fought here, blocking the Balrog's footsteps with their lives and leaving time for the family members to escape.
"This is the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor!" Caslo sighed and dug out a broken armor from the ruins. Even after the scouring of time, it still looked rough and thick.
"It's still usable! The dragon-slaying armor that can stop dragon flames has been beaten like this...Dragon God! What kind of Balrog are we facing?" Omsk looked at the armor that was torn from the waist, it The remains of the former owner's upper body still remain in the armor! It's just turned into white bones... Looking at the crack that was obviously melted and broken, one can imagine how terrifying this Balrog is!
"It should have been wounded in the waist by the flame whip of the Balrog and melted alive!" Roland couldn't help shivering as he looked at the hideous wound.
"This is Hall No. 4! We have to go to Hall No. 3 (Masable Hall) and then go to the bridge! After crossing the bridge, we can find the Palace of Kings and Government!" Balin wiped away his tears and said in mental pain.
"Masable Hall? Didn't the Fellowship of the Ring meet the Balrog there?" Roland's heart moved, and he suddenly recalled.
"Be careful! The Balrog may be hiding around!" Roland was extremely cautious. He saw that the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor had been melted by the Balrog. go try it.
"The matter is serious! Your Highness! Your Excellency Bahrain! You should come and see this! Dragon God!" Kaslo's terrified voice came, anyway, Roland had hardly heard such a voice as Kaslo's.
"What happened?" Roland poked his head around several piles of ruins.
"Oh no! Oh! My God! Turin! Pity your descendants! Why did this happen!" Bahrain quickly stepped forward to make a careful identification, and then burst into tears.
"Who is this?" Roland looked curiously at the remains kneeling on the ruins of several stone pillars. His body was miraculously preserved as if the years hadn't passed.
"No! His body is petrified!" Roland narrowed his pupils and began to observe carefully.
"This is the remains of a dwarf overlord! He seems to have used some kind of secret method of sacrificing life. After the effect of the secret method expired, he burned his life and turned himself into a stone statue!" Kaslo said in a respectful tone.
"Wait? This is a dwarf? Why do I feel that he is taller than me when squatting? Is this a giant?" Roland asked puzzled.
"It's a dwarf! He has turned on bloodthirsty madness! His blood is boiling! Maybe there is a body that moves mountains! It became like this under the effect of a series of combat skills! Didn't you notice that his armor has been burst?" Omsk pointed to some debris around it.
"Who is he?" Roland couldn't help being curious about the identity of this former dwarf overlord! Anyway, it is the sixth-level ceiling of the warrior profession. How could he die here in such an unwilling way? It seems that he is fighting with his life. Just look at the tomahawk with the cracked scroll blade in his hand, and you can tell that his opponent is that Only the Balrog, but it seems that he failed in the end. He failed to stop the Balrog, but sacrificed himself here.
"Nain! Son of Turin VI! Nain I!" Omsk, who has read history books, quickly found out the identity of this person in his memory.
"It turned out to be him!" Roland nodded as if understanding immediately. At this moment, he suddenly realized why Bahrain was crying so sadly. This is their ancestor! Their former king!
More and more dwarves came here, they all saw the tall figure in the ruins, saw his petrified face clearly, more and more dwarves shed tears of sorrow, their eyes were full of tears while weeping in grief Out of anger and killing intent, a nameless will condensed in the hearts of all the dwarves.
"Army soul? Or military power?" Omsk was keenly aware of the difference in these soldiers, and their temperament had fundamentally changed from before.
"As long as they can survive this battle, the dwarves will have another army that can rival the Iron Legs!" Caslo also came to Omsk's side and said deeply. What he didn't know was that the famous Skull Crusher Legion for the future was born today!
"This is a great king, and he is also a qualified king! Those human countries in the south should take a good look at them! Learn from them!" Thinking of the rulers of Gondor and Rohan, Roland couldn't help but get blue veins on his head. Jumped wildly.
"It's a pity...he failed to stop that Balrog!" Roland regretted.
Looking at the weeping dwarf army, everyone in the Kingdom of Lagrand fell silent. They understood the dwarves' sorrow and could feel their anger.
"I'm sorry, King Roland, I lost my temper. Please give us some time. We have to restrain the corpses of the soldiers! Now that we're home, we can't let them lie here!" Balin whispered with red eyes, but didn't wait. Roland opened his mouth and left on his own.
"Let's rest for a while. If you can help, you can also help the dwarves. All of them feel uncomfortable at the moment..." Roland looked at the figure kneeling under the petrified corpse of Nain I, and felt that Balin was old for a while. It was a lot, as if his energy was emptied in an instant.
"Is there a book here?" Roland sat down and realized something was wrong. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com After a few gropings, he found the "culprit" who padded him.
"Caslo? Come! Take a look!" Roland glanced at it a few times, and then resolutely gave up when he realized that he couldn't read the dwarf's writing. A professional should come.
"This is a diary?" Caslo took the dusty book in surprise. Most of the parchment inside was damaged by the erosion of the years, and only a small part of the writing could still be read.
"We wake up...the...devil! It...flames...waving...long...! The king has...! Today...the son...sacrificed! The horn of war is sounding again!...will usher in the...most...fight!" Kaslo Stumbling translation.
"The handwriting is too blurry, I can't read it clearly! Ah, this..." Caslo flipped a page, never expecting that the whole parchment shattered and scattered all over the floor.
"Okay, I probably understand what happened!" Roland said in a deep voice, recalling part of the plot.
(end of this chapter)
