"Oh no!" In the dim hall, the weathered Balin knelt on the cold stone slab, the bodies of fifteen dwarves lying before him...
Just now, the coalition forces successfully cleared the remaining enemy forces from Hall 10. Compared to the steady and cautious approach of the Lagrang soldiers, the dwarf warriors were more aggressive, repeatedly and frantically attacking the goblin and troll defenses. Although they inflicted heavy casualties, the giant trolls' counterattacks were no easy task. The dwarf army had lost 15 warriors! The kingdom had lost 15 loyal citizens...
"It's ok, Balin! They died for a good cause! They died for their homeland. They are all great heroes!" Roland patted the tearful Balin on the shoulder and comforted him.
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"What's the situation?" Roland turned and asked Caslo.
"We are better off. There are twenty-two seriously injured soldiers who need your treatment! But they can forget about going to the battlefield in the short term!" Caslo shrugged and said easily.
"No problem. What kind of soldiers were injured?" Roland asked doubtfully. Except for the Lagrande City guards who were a little weak, the others among his own iron cans should not be able to be broken through by these miscellaneous soldiers.
"They are all Lagrande city guards... The defensive power of their infantry plate armor is a bit low, and they have been worn out by battle... They were just attacked by a group of giant ogres. Although they successfully killed those ogres, the ogres' heavy weapons still caused considerable damage to them!" Caslo said solemnly. The city guards have fought many times and their armor has been severely worn. Roland looked around and saw that many of the infantry plate armor of these city guards had cracked.
"I'll find a way! I'll give them treatment first!" Roland nodded solemnly. If he didn't find a way to solve this problem, his heavily armored troops might be turned into bare-armored troops... That scene... would be too shocking to the eyes.
A gentle holy light shone from Roland's hands, gently blending into the wounded man's body...
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"King Roland, I need your help!" Balin came to Roland's side awkwardly and whispered, even with a hint of pleading in his voice.
"What happened?" Roland stood up and looked around. He found that the soldiers, apart from those on guard duty, were warming themselves by the fire. It seemed that nothing had happened.
"We have quite a lot of wounded...especially the seriously injured...their condition is very dangerous now. We don't have enough doctors, and we don't have priests to treat them." Balin whispered.
"Oh! This? No problem, take me to see them!" Roland agreed readily.
"Thank you so much! You are the dwarves' eternal friend! It was you who saved those great guys!" Balin flattered Roland excitedly.
"That's not necessary. I need your help with something too..." Roland shook his head.
"Please tell me, a dwarf will never treat his friends unfairly!" Balin promised, patting his chest.
"It's not a big problem for you. Our soldiers' armor is badly worn out, especially after the battle just now. I found that many soldiers' plate armor has cracked. I can't let them go to the battlefield wearing such clothes. That would be irresponsible to their lives! I hope you can help us. After all, smelting is what you are good at!" Roland told Balin his request.
"Hahaha! No problem, where is this? This is the Mines of Moria! The Dwarf City of Khazad-dûm! There is an inexhaustible supply of ore here. There is a forge in the annex room of Hall No. 10. Although it cannot provide a large number of armors, it is no problem to refurbish your armors! And there are enough dwarves here!" Balin winked at Roland and smiled mischievously.
"Then I'll trouble you, Balin! I'll heal the soldiers first, Kaslo! Take Balin to find our soldiers whose armor needs repair!" Roland ordered Kaslo behind him.
"I will follow your orders! Sir Balin, please follow me!" After an elegant salute, Kaslo took Balin to the gathering place of the Lagran soldiers.
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"God... why are they drinking?" After Roland finished his work, he suddenly found that the dwarves were holding up beer glasses and drinking beer. All kinds of fragrant and greasy barbecues were also put on the grill by the dwarves. Some dwarves even did not forget their injured brothers and sent boneless barbecues covered with honey and mellow beer to the wounded.
"Gudong!" Omsk swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixed on the dwarf's wine glass, and when he saw the greasy barbecue, tears flowed down his lips...
"Bang!" Roland gave Omsk a light kick. "What a shame!" Where's your character as a rank six hero? You're drooling with greed! People who didn't know would think Roland was mistreating his men. Roland really wanted to ask Omsk which meal he'd missed out on.
"Kaslo! Let the soldiers prepare food!" Roland shook his head, looked at Omsk's useless appearance, and then looked at the envious eyes of the soldiers. Roland knew it was time for dinner.
"It should be breakfast, Your Highness! We've been fighting all night! I've been keeping track of the time." Caslo said.
"It doesn't matter! Who cares what kind of meal it is? A good meal is one that fills everyone's stomach!" Roland said nonchalantly.
Soon, the rich aroma of bone broth and the scorched wheat aroma of toasted bread filled the air. The delicious dried fish was tossed into the broth, creating a delicious dried fish and bone broth, not only rich but also incredibly fragrant! Paired with a bite of toasted bread, the wheat aroma and the fresh aroma slid into the stomach—what a comforting experience! And even stumbling upon a piece of perfectly stewed fish paste was a truly blissful experience!
"Hmm! Your Highness, this jerky tastes good! It has a honey flavor! Sweet and salty! I like it!" Omsk said happily while chewing the venison jerky he got from Roland.
"I don't like it... That was made by Nyx specifically for me... How did you have the nerve to snatch it away?" Roland rubbed his chin, puzzled.
"Hehe! I see you eat so slowly, I guess you don't like it! I just thought of helping you share some of the burden!" Omsk said while eating without blushing or having his heart beat fast.
Kaslo immediately looked at me with surprise, envy, admiration, pity, etc. When it comes to courting death, it’s you, Omsk!
"I... that's called taste! How do you know I don't like it?" Roland's hands were crackling.
"System sign-in!" Roland shook his head, not wanting to think about the fact that his love snacks had been snatched away. He was afraid that if he continued to think about it, he would have a fight with Omsk, but he couldn't beat him. Just thinking about that scene was too embarrassing, so he endured it!
"Successful sign-in! Contribution to the host: 10 Woodland Warriors!" The system had given Roland something useful, and it was the most practical type of soldier! Roland almost cried.
"Fuck! The troops have been released! In the past month, the system has been working! Only at this moment do I feel that you are still alive! What kind of messed up things did you give me before? And such outrageous things as vibrators? Who the hell should I give them to?" Roland cried in his heart.