"So who can tell me now... where we are?" Roland was overwhelmed.
"Ahem, let's put it this way, Your Highness. Let's set up camp and rest for a while, and then let the rangers do some reconnaissance. Let's find the Anduin River first, and the rest will be easy to find." Omsk comforted.
"This is the only way..." Roland and Balin looked at each other and nodded helplessly.
"Listen to me, thank you..." Roland looked at Caslo, who was trying to lower his presence, and couldn't help but kick him.
"Um... I have a question... He should be a dragon rider... His dragon should be able to fly... Why not let him fly and see?" Suddenly a timid voice was heard. Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the Smurf, the elf dragon with the lowest presence along the way.
"So... why don't you let the dragon knights who rule the sky... go and take a look?" Seeing the Smurfs looking at them as if they were fools, Roland, Omsk, Kaslo, Balin and the others were petrified on the spot.
"The damage isn't great, but it's extremely insulting..." Roland suddenly had a thought of social death in his mind.
"What are you standing there for? Go find a way!" Omsk angrily kicked Kaslo, who was standing there. Listening to the words of this elven dragon, they all looked like idiots...
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"We must have been despised by a dragon, right? Her tone just now was contemptuous, right?" Balin said in disbelief, his eyes wide as copper bells.
"Don't be impulsive! Lord Balin, that's a dragon you can't defeat..." Roland didn't tell Yun Feng that the Smurf was restrained by Yun Feng. He was really afraid that Balin, in a rage, would chop down the elf dragon with maxed-out taunt skills.
"Well, I'll go take a look first, wait for me to come back..." The extremely embarrassed Dragon Rider General Caslo wished he could use his toes to dig out a three-bedroom, two-living room, and two-bathroom apartment. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately slipped away.
Amid the melodious sound of the dragon flute, the wind dragon Cardo let out a loud dragon roar that broke through the air. Caslo rolled and crawled onto the dragon saddle and soared into the sky like a dry onion!
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"Your Highness, we ran to the south... and further down is the Gradden Plain..." Kaslo said in a cold sweat.
"Well done, Navigator!" Roland couldn't help but praise.
"So we now have two paths to take... According to the map, we can go south to the Gladden Plains and cross the Anduin River to reach Loningradron, then go straight to the Dinril Valley to reach Mirror Lake, and then we will continue to launch a battle of Azanulbica!" Omsk said, glancing at the dwarves who were trembling with excitement.
"Alas... what about the other one?" Roland glanced at Balin, only to see tears welling in his eyes. Indeed, for Balin, a witness of the Battle of Azanulbiza, that battle was a nightmare and pain he could never recall... Pain! Too painful! Heart-wrenching! In that battle, they had lost nearly half their people, including two kings...
"The other option is to return to our original plan, the Ferry of Carrock! We'll follow the same route we came from, crossing the Misty Mountains! We'll attack the western gate of Moria! We'll have a greater advantage there! After all, we could potentially get help from the entire western world! Supplies and supplies will be easier to come by. If we attack the eastern gate, we'll have no choice but to try our luck with the Noldor in the Golden Forest, hoping they'll help the Dwarves reclaim Moria."
"You mean Lórien? Queen Galadriel is a wise king! She will understand the benefits of this! Once the elves of the Golden Forest join the battle, our chances of winning will be even greater!" Roland nodded excitedly. He believed that Queen Galadriel would not be so short-sighted. Darkness had already descended on Middle-earth, and the dwarves' attack would only benefit them.
"No! We don't need the elves' help! They are unreliable! They won't be kind enough to help us recover our homeland!" Balin, who had always been wise, acted out of character at this moment and flatly refused.
"Why? Not all elves are like Thranduin... In fact, there are elves like Yin Ovia who are willing to fight with us!" Roland asked puzzled.
"..." After a moment's silence, Balin finally spoke.
"We don't want elves to take part in the battle to recover Moria. Their betrayal hurt us back then... This is a sad place for us dwarves... Elves are not welcome here!" Balin raised his tearful eyes and said firmly.
"...I understand." Roland nodded and sighed.
He could understand Thranduin's predicament. Thranduin was the only Elven King at the end of the Third Age. The others, whether Elrond, known as King Elrond, or In'Oviar, the Star Elves, were strictly speaking just lords of their own lands! Only Thranduin was recognized by the world as the King of the Woodland Kingdom! He was concerned about the lives of his men, so it was hard to say who was right and who was wrong...
"That's it, let's go north! To the Caryan Ferry! Target is the west gate of Moria!" Roland slammed his fist hard on the map, and the place where his fist landed was exactly the west gate of Moria!
"Caslo! God is watching! If you lead me astray again this time... I'll fucking beat you to death!" Roland raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand threateningly, causing Caslo to tremble all over and feel a chill on his neck.
"Of course, Your Majesty, how could we make the wrong choice again? Believe me, there will be absolutely no problem this time!" After wiping the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, Kaslo replied quickly, looking as humble as possible.
"Well, I hope so!" Roland snorted and did not comment.
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"Your Highness... that Your Highness... it's really not my fault! I won't take the blame! I clearly followed the route on the map... who knew there would be a city here?" Caslo said with a bitter face as he looked at the wall-like building at the end of the horizon. He had already seen the "murderous intent" flashing in Roland's eyes.
"Come on! Explain to me what this conjured city is. Okay! It might not be considered a city in that size, but it's definitely a small town, right? Come on, tell me! Was there a small town at the Karl Rock Ferry when we came here in the fall? Was there?" Roland could no longer suppress his outburst of emotions. How could a dragon rider like him become directionally challenged even with a map in hand?
"Impossible! I followed the path of the Anduin River! There's no way I could have gone wrong!" Kaslo exclaimed. This small town that suddenly appeared made him at a loss.
"Baron Lance just came back not long ago, and he didn't mention there was a town here! You tell me this is the Karl Rock Ferry?" Roland said speechlessly.
"Ahem...His Royal Highness King Roland...is there a possibility...I mean a possibility...that this is the Karlyan Ferry?" Oli suddenly appeared and said weakly.
"Um?"
"Ahem, ahem, Your Highness, try it out. It seems that this place might be the Karlyan Ferry..." Balin also laughed awkwardly and pointed his finger ahead.
On the steamy and misty Anduin River, a huge rock as big as a hill appears and disappears in the center of the river. This is the symbol of the Carr Rock Ferry - Carr Rock!
"Shit! Where did that town come from?" This time it was Roland's turn to fly up in shock. At this moment, "jumping three feet high" was really just an adjective.
"It seems that the popularity here has recovered a little. It's true... the place where Druid is stationed and living is indeed safer than other places in the wasteland. It's not surprising that those who are struggling to survive gather here to build a town." Omsk rubbed his chin and analyzed.
"Let's go and take a look..." Roland said to everyone while looking at the town in amazement.