"Great, it's getting dark! Brothers! Let's get moving! Find the glowing spots on the stone wall!" After working hard for an entire afternoon, everyone finally waited until night fell.
"Children! Move on! We have to find a way home!" Balin mobilized the exhausted dwarf soldiers.
"Oh my God... So you work hard all day just to find the door at night? Then why don't you take a break in the afternoon?" The Smurf looked at this group of not-so-bright humans and dwarves and asked a soul-searching question.
"That's a good question. Don't ask next time!" Roland's mouth twitched, feeling extremely embarrassed. As expected, one shouldn't rely on luck! This afternoon, hoping for a lucky break, Roland and Balin led everyone to lick the wall, but still couldn't find the secret door.
"The moonlight will guide us to find the way home!" Balin looked at the full moon in the sky firmly.
"Oh! Dragon God! If I'm not mistaken! Maybe we found it..." Omsk's surprised voice came.
Roland quickly moved closer to the sound. On the stone wall under the moonlight, a magnificent secret door shone brightly in the bright moonlight. The mysterious magical energy flowing made the entire secret door look majestic and mysterious.
"There are words on it! These are elven words!" Caslo said in surprise, pointing to the top of the secret door.
"What's written on it?" Balin exclaimed.
"It says Gate of Turin! King of Moria, just say friend and you can enter! It looks like a riddle!" Caslo translated.
"Oh! The Dwarven Gate uses Elvish language..." Omsk shook his head to express his confusion.
"Ballin! Do you know the secret code?" Kaslo looked back at Balin.
"Uh...ah...this..." Balin and Kaslo stared at each other.
“…”Caslo was completely speechless.
"How do you say 'friend' in Elvish?" Roland shook his head. Sure enough, he had to take action himself. Fortunately, he still remembered the plot of The Lord of the Rings, otherwise this man would be in great trouble... What's the big deal if a thousand people arrived at their destination and were stopped by the gate?
"Friend?" Kaslo said in Elvish.
"Creaky~" After a series of creaking sounds that were so old that it made one's teeth ache, the door in front of them slowly opened!
"Oh! For the love of Turin! For the love of Beard! We are home!" Balin's eyes were filled with tears of excitement.
"Your Highness...how do you know the secret code?" Omsk and Kaslo looked at him in surprise, which made Roland enjoy it very much. This kind of happiness of pretending to be invisible was fascinating!
"Everyone, pay attention! We are about to enter this long-forgotten city! Orcs and goblins will hide in any corner and wait for an opportunity to ambush us! There is also a fire demon hiding in the dark, so pay close attention!" Roland ordered the soldiers.
"No problem! I'll lead the way!" Omsk nodded. After all, as the first tank in the team, his tankiness was not even as good as Kaslo's when he was not riding a dragon.
"Be careful!" Roland gave two concise instructions. As a veteran on the battlefield, Omsk didn't need Roland's instructions. He knew all the operations by heart. In terms of his ability to survive, even if everyone here died twice, he wouldn't necessarily be in any trouble.
"Welcome to the great Dwarf City! Now please allow me to solemnly introduce this great city..." Balin chattered non-stop beside Roland, his excitement evident in words.
"What a pity, there is no mellow beer and delicious boneless barbecue to celebrate all this!" After talking for a while, Balin finally couldn't help smacking his lips and sighing with regret.
"Oh huh? You're still thinking about eating? I'm still worried about what to do with those damn goblins and orcs in here! They're like rats in the gutter, it's always impossible to kill them all!" Roland shook his head and broke Balin's fantasy. Compared to the dwarfs' celebration banquet, Roland was more worried about the orcs and goblins who hadn't shown up yet. After all, there were quite a lot of these things in both the movie and the original book.
"Shh! Keep quiet!" Roland suddenly saw a ranger from Lordaeron running towards him with his fists clenched. This was the sign language he gave to the rangers to convey information, meaning that something had happened up ahead!
"What happened?" Roland whispered.
"There is a hall ahead! It's very big! Its pillars are towering! They reach the dome! It is estimated to be tens of meters high! The area of the entire hall is estimated to be tens of thousands of square meters!" The scouts of the Lordaeron Ranger reported.
"Balin! It's your turn! Determine our location! Don't tell me you don't know the way!" Roland whispered. If Balin dared to say no, he would have strangled the old dwarf to death today! You can't even tell me how to get back to your own home?
"Don't be impatient! Let me think about it! By the way, this location should be near Hall No. 10! Your people should have reached Hall No. 10!" Fortunately, Balin had not yet reached the worst step that Roland had imagined. At least he still knew the location of his home.
"How do we get there?" This depended on Balin, the expert. Roland didn't know much about the landmarks and buildings in Moria anyway.
"The ten halls are the most important places, and we need to go to the Royal Hall behind Hall No. 1! If we occupy there, the rest will be much easier for us! We can retreat to defend and advance to attack!" Balin said.
"Walk along Hall 10?" Roland asked.
"No, no, no! Go around it! Go to Hall 9! When we get there, we'll go through Hall 4 to find the bridge! After crossing the bridge, we'll find the Royal Hall!" Balin said, shaking his head.
"Okay! I'll listen to you! Go around it!" Roland certainly had no objection.
"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?" Suddenly there was a noise in front.
"Some goblins have been alarmed by us! The soldiers are fighting! The bad news is that goblins are pouring out of the hall in front! And we found the figure of a troll at the end!" Omsk ran over quickly and said, and it can be seen that there are some dark green bloodstains on his body, which are obviously the blood splashed by the goblins.
"Damn it! I've alerted them!" Roland shook his head. Following the principle of less trouble is worse than more, Roland just wanted to get rid of the Balrog, help the dwarves recapture Moria, and then take the money and leave. As for wiping out these orcs and goblins, he believed the dwarves could do it well on their own. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned...
"Children, take up your weapons! Let's fight them! These filthy creatures have occupied this place long enough! Now! It's time for them to leave!" Balin, holding his battle axe, mobilized the dwarf soldiers. Before he could even finish his words, the dwarves, upon seeing the goblins, were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. As the saying goes, enemies meet and their eyes are particularly red! These stout dwarves howled and pounced on the goblins, engaging in a unique "sticking" battle with the goblins' thin arms and legs... The scene was so bloody that it was appalling! The discomfort of the scene was enough to make even the saints spit and condemn it! It is inappropriate for children, so please do not watch it if it is inappropriate...
"Oh my God! The dwarf is crazy! Look, he's even biting the goblin with his upper mouth." Kaslo looked at the dwarf biting the goblin with his upper mouth in amazement as if he had discovered a new continent.
"That's normal. After the goblins occupied Upper Rapids for a few years, you will be even more excessive than them!" Omsk looked at these dwarves who were fighting for their homes and enemies with pity, and then glanced at Kaslo.
"Yue..." When he thought of the scene of himself tearing the goblin apart with his mouth, Kaslo froze on the spot.