MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 267 Scourge War (final)
"Can it be fixed?" Roland asked the busy ranger while tugging on the exquisite bowstring.
"Of course! The environment here is dry enough! Things are well preserved!" Lordaeron rangers gathered around the dwarf spear launcher to inspect and repair it, while adjusting the bowstring.
"Correct well! We only have one arrow, and I don't want it to go wrong!" Roland said solemnly.
"There are four now!" A team of royal guards walked over in disgrace, but the things they held up made everyone's eyes light up.
"Beautiful!" Roland didn't hide the excitement in his eyes at all.
"Okay! What we should do now is to find another spear launcher! And fix it!" Balin looked at the four gleaming black arrows with incomparable excitement, and he trembled his beard and said to the dwarves behind him.
"Hang Chi ~ Hang Chi ~" After a while, everyone turned out a spear launcher that was almost broken into parts from some corner.
"..." Roland opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened. He pointed at the thing in front of him with one hand. His poor brain really didn't know how to shoot black arrows from this thing? Launch it backwards?
"Your Highness, the main body of this thing is still intact! It can be repaired! And don't look at it as if it is completely damaged, in fact, all the parts have been shaken apart! We can repair it in a while!" Balin slapped his chest confidently road.
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"This..." Balin fell silent as he looked at the spear launcher in front of him that had just been wound up and was bursting with parts.
"How about... let's look for it again?" Balin's face turned red with embarrassment. How confident I was in the promise at the beginning, how embarrassing it is now!
"Ahem, I think it's okay!" Roland turned his head away, and he also felt very embarrassed, **** it! He shouldn't have hoped for this thing! When he saw Balin and others quickly assemble and repair it, he couldn't help showing admiration for the dwarf's craftsmanship! Who would have thought... that accompanied by Kacha's winding sound was a tooth-piercing creaking sound, and then "crack!" The scattered parts even bounced on Roland's breastplate, as if mocking Roland's uncontrollable Expedition of strength.
"Hurry up! They're still waiting for us!" Roland sighed as he felt the slight tremor under his feet.
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"Oh! Dragon God! Where have they gone, Your Highness?" Kaslo anxiously looked at the entrance in the distance.
"Don't worry! Hold the Balrog! Your Highness will never let us down!" Omsk shook his head. He could only comfort himself and Kaslo in this way. After watching the gradual slow movements of the storm dragon Kaldor, his eyebrows Slowly twisted together.
"Your dragon has shown signs of decline!" Omsk said solemnly looking at the battle situation.
"This **** world! Why didn't the coalition forces kill this thing?" Caslo groaned, feeling his bottomless fighting spirit.
"Allied forces? They won't go to war for a lost dog!" Omsk shook his head.
"We have to do something! Kaldor can't hold it anymore!" Kaslo looked at his own dragon, and they thought about each other so that the two sides could communicate freely.
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"My knight!" Kaldor spoke weakly with his mental power.
"Kaldor hold on! You are the blood of the wind dragon clan! The blood of the storm dragon flows in your body! You are a proud dragon clan! You are no longer the flying dragon of the past! You have successfully advanced to become a giant dragon! In the world Nothing can stop you! Hold on! Kaldor! The king is coming soon!" Kaslo communicated with Kaldor with his thoughts, and he could clearly feel Kaldor's decline! How can a young dragon be a match for a cunning and experienced Balrog? The powerful dragon blood can only bring him the capital to tenaciously resist the Balrog, and when his dragon power gradually fails to make ends meet, it is the moment when he loses.
"I will do my best! My knight! If nothing can be done, please leave here! If possible, please take my people and leave together...Go to Dragon Island! Tell our elders everything here! They will avenge me !” Kaldor responded, but he didn’t hold much hope in his tone, but the madness hidden in his bones tore open the curtain little by little.
"Roar!" Biting the dragon's head on Balrog's neck, he ignored the slashing of the flaming long sword in Balrog's hand! Even though the dragon scales were scattered and the dragon's blood flowed all over the ground, he still fulfilled his duty! Be loyal to the dragon riding contract and protect your own knights! At this moment, he is not fighting for LaGrand, not for Roland, but for his own knight! Bet on the glory of dragon riding! charge!
"Madman!" After paying half the price of the lake of flesh and blood around his neck, the Balrog finally got rid of Kaldor, who was also scarred. How can the storm dragon at this moment have the nobility and domineering it used to be? Like a red-eyed defeated dog, it launched suicide attacks at the Balrog over and over again!
This just made Balrog fearful, he just wanted to expel and kill these intruders, not to fight with a red-eyed dragon, the eyes of Balrog showed wise contempt, it knew that as long as it procrastinated for a while, Victory naturally belongs to oneself! This dragon is exhausted!
While carefully blocking Kaldor's attack, he continued to bleed Kaldor continuously. This Balrog engraved its insidiousness into his bones, and Kaldor quickly felt his own obvious weakness under its rhythm!
"Ang!" The angry dragon roared, and the thick and long tail of the dragon staggered the Balrog.
"Go! My knight! Take the fairy dragon! Get out of here! Tell the elders... to avenge me! The dignity of the dragon clan cannot be trampled on!" Kaldor roared and ignited blue flames all over his body! That is his origin! He is burning his life for power!
"This farce should be over..." Kaldor looked coldly at the proud Balrog in front of him and suddenly laughed.
"I don't know when I'm about to die!" Kaldor sneered.
"You lost! Why did you kill me?" Balrog's voice was hoarse and piercing, like a broken iron sheet rubbing against the concrete floor.
"It's not me who killed you! It's the Dragon Clan!" Kaldor sneered.
The Balrog suddenly thought of something on his face, it suddenly got rid of Kaldor, and ran towards the abyss quickly, its memory suddenly appeared a scene from a thousand years ago: the fierce silver dragon tore the sky and the earth, Yu The dragon warrior wields a dragon spear like a **** descending! That day, five Balrogs who wanted to go south to join the battle in the unknown northern land slept in that land together with the dragon and his knight! The suppression inherited in the blood once again awakened Balrog's memory and fear.
"Don't go! Stay! Empty jade and quiet sky!" Kaldor's body was full of blue dragon power, and what he was about to activate was one of the few god-forbidden spells of the storm dragon! A forbidden spell that can seal a space! He wants to imprison this Balrog with his life, and leave it to the descendants of the Dragon Clan to judge!
"Hugh!" Suddenly, a black light brushed Kaldor's body and submerged into the Balrog's abdomen! At that moment, Kaldorton felt like a dead soul!
"Aw!" The Balrog screamed shrillly, but at this moment, because of the effect of the God's Forbidden Curse slowly starting to cast, the Balrog's evasion movements were as slow as a snail crawling.
"Kaldo! Stop!" Caslo almost cried with joy! Your Highness is back.
"Black Arrow?" Kaldor immediately pulled away from the Balrog, and stopped burning his own vitality, and the divine forbidden spell subsided naturally. Kaldor, who recognized the black arrow, was full of fear, no one else! This thing was originally used for slaying dragons!
"Pfft!" Another black arrow was shot, but this time the arrow was extremely tricky! It successfully hit the Balrog's knee! Coupled with Kaldor's wind element blockade, this Balrog is already a turtle in an urn.
"Roar!" The chains made of wind elements restrained the injured Balrog again, and this time it could no longer break free!
