"Hey! Where is King Roland? What happened?" Balin shouted at Kaslo in the noisy environment.
"Hey! Lord Balin, we have to wait. His Highness is missing. I'm afraid we can't attack with you now..." Caslo said quickly and left in a hurry.
"Ah? Did I hear it right? They lost the king?" Balin opened his mouth wide, his snow-white beard trembling slightly. He looked around at the dwarves who followed him and was dumbfounded.
"Balin, if we heard correctly, that's what he meant." The dwarf warrior carrying an axe shook his head.
"Oh! Torino! I swear on my beard! If anything happens to Roland, humans will retreat!" Balin was terrified. He knew with his ass that if the king of a country died in battle, the army would definitely withdraw from the battlefield, but it was not ruled out that the army would retaliate wildly.
"We can't be so unlucky, right?" a dwarf said with a frown.
"I hope so!" Balin shook his head helplessly, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious.
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"Where is the person? Have you found him?" Omsk asked anxiously, grabbing a soldier's arm.
"No, sir!" the soldier shook his head.
"Damn it! Find it! Find it for me! Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground!" Omsk said angrily.
"Oh no! Omsk!" Kaslo found Omsk anxiously.
"What's wrong again? Your Highness, could it be that..." Omsk covered his head in disbelief.
"No! It's not Your Highness! It's Your Highness's elf dragon Smurf that is missing too!" Caslo said with a blushing face.
"What? The elven dragons are missing too? What's going on? Tell me! Besides the Balrog, is there anything else here that can hurt the dragons? Even if the elven dragons aren't good at hand-to-hand combat, they'll just lie there and let the orcs and goblins hack at them until their scales are broken?" Omsk's voice suddenly rose. It was embarrassing enough that the king had lost one, but now he's lost a whole dragon? This is like pushing a millstone around naked—it's just embarrassing!
"I don't know either! I want to kill something now!" Caslo said gritting his teeth.
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"Ugh!" Roland worked hard to clear his bile, his nose streaming with nausea. The air around him was making him feel dizzy. He felt like his nose had lost its ability to breathe. In the wilderness, the stench would dissipate quickly, but in the underground caves, the smell lingered for three days. Even more terrifying was the stench of decay and the sour smell of rotting objects left by the orcs who had already lived here...you can imagine it yourself! Anyway, Roland suddenly felt guilty for his dislike of his own chef's dark dishes.
"Hey! Are you done?" A crisp voice came from the air beside him.
"Hmm?" Roland suppressed his nausea and raised his head. He found his own elven dragon and forced a smile. Unexpectedly, another breath surged up, and the next second...
"vomit!"
"Oh my God! How did you become the current King of Raglan? Has the bloodline of the empire fallen to this point? Even this bloodshed can make the descendants of the empire so miserable?" The Smurf said in a muffled voice while covering his nose with his claws and flapping his wings.
"You! Flying... talking... Ugh! Talking... without saying anything... Ugh! It hurts!" Roland spat while wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.
"Are you ready? Your army has gone far away! If an orc suddenly appears...Ah!" The Smurf pretended to scare Roland.
"Asshole! How dare you underestimate the fighting power of a Paladin? You are insulting me! How could a third-level Grand Knight like me be afraid of a tiny orc?" Roland struggled to stand up and pointed at the Smurf.
"Pah!" Unexpectedly, due to the excessive amount of blood, Roland fell directly into the pile...
"Are...are you okay?" Seeing that Roland didn't get up for a long time, the Smurf said fearfully. She quickly flew over to check on Roland's condition.
"Ugh!" The next second, Roland flipped over and jumped up, bending over! Lowering his head! Lying down! Vomiting! All in one go, his movements so skillful it was heartbreaking...
"You..." The Smurf stopped talking midway. She looked at the dirt left in the dents made by Roland in the pile of corpses, then looked at the unknown objects on Roland's chest and legs, and even saw something that looked like excrement on Roland's face without a helmet... She shuddered and said nothing more.
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"Damn! There are too many pillars here!" Kaslo shook his head and frowned as he searched through the pile of corpses.
"Let's go find him quickly! His Highness is still waiting for us to rescue him!" Omsk sighed as he looked at the pillars that blocked his view. There were thousands of goblins and at least hundreds of orcs entrenched here. Their corpses were piled up like a mountain. With the stone pillars blocking the view, who knows where Roland is.
"How is the front line?" Omsk asked when he had time.
"The dwarves have taken over our position. Those goblins can't defeat them! I left the rangers of Lordaeron behind! They will provide fire support to the dwarves to ensure that no giant ogres rush forward." said Kaslo.
"Okay, more or less of them won't make much difference!" Omsk didn't worry about it. 50 people didn't mean much.
"Search carefully! Maybe His Highness is trapped underneath!" Omsk gave orders to the soldiers.
"Understood!" the royal guards roared. At this moment, they were furious and ashamed. As guards, they had actually lost sight of the king. This was a serious dereliction of duty! If anything happened to Roland, even death wouldn't be enough to atone for their sin.
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"Oh! Dragon God! Your Highness!" a city guard shouted!
This lucky yet unfortunate Lagrande guard picked up Roland, but Roland vomited in his face.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Are you poisoned?" He ignored the stains on Roland's body and looked at the bile Roland vomited out with great sorrow.
"Let me go... Ugh!" Roland's fighting spirit flashed, and he immediately broke free from the soldier's arms, falling to the ground and vomiting again. Just when this guy threw him up, Roland clearly felt something sliding down his face and into his mouth...
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"What's going on?" Kaslo and Omsk looked at the soldier seriously and asked.
"Don't know? When I saw His Highness, he was lying on the ground vomiting... Could he be poisoned?" The city guards said anxiously. There were no priests or alchemists in their team!
"Smurf? Do you know what happened?" Kaslo asked quickly in dragon language.
"Tsk tsk tsk... How should I put it... It's not a big deal, but it's a bit difficult psychologically. After all, that soldier seemed to have thrown the goblin's excrement into Roland's mouth... He's been vomiting for a while, look at this poor thing! He's almost vomited out all the bile..." The Smurf shook his head. The king was so embarrassed this time. He was really pushing the mill with his bare buttocks - it was embarrassing to go around in circles. The whole army knew how miserable their king was.
"This..." Kaslo frowned and looked around. He saw the helmet that Roland had thrown aside and the obvious human prints on the pile of corpses... He walked over silently, picked up the helmet, and pulled away the somewhat lost Omsk.
"Everyone, be on guard a hundred meters away!" Caslo said calmly.
"It's okay. His Highness is a little stressed. This must be the first time he has seen such a scene..." Caslo shook his head as he looked at the corpses around him. This was much more tragic than the Battle of Lonely Mountain. The dead piled up side by side was not just talk. The three layers of corpses really made people's scalp tingle.
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