"Hua Hua Hua~" The Smurf helplessly used water magic to wash the stains off Roland's body, while Kaslo and Omsk served him with towels and other items.
"How disgusting! I..." Roland kept cursing and greeting the orcs, goblins and other women in the family. It can be seen that Roland was really angry.
"Um... Your Highness, this is the real war... There is no mercy, and it is full of blood and filth..." Omsk said slowly.
"I understand. This is just too disgusting... This is the first time I've seen such a tragic scene. And do these orcs never take a bath from birth to death?" Roland shook the water droplets from his hair helplessly.
"Do you think they care about hygiene?" Kaslo shrugged.
"Come on! Give me a hand! Put on the plate armor for me! This thing is really good!" Roland muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Yes, he can effectively protect us!" Caslo laughed happily.
"But then again, Your Highness, how did you get yourself into this state?" Omsk asked puzzledly.
"Ahem, I just slipped... and then..." Roland found it difficult to speak.
"...Your Highness, be careful next time. Keeping your lower body stable is very important for those of us in the heavy armor profession." Caslo said solemnly, holding his forehead. After all, maintaining balance is also something that heavy armor professions need to learn.
"By the way, what's the situation at the front? You all came back to find me. Have the orcs been driven away? Have we occupied this hall?" Roland asked questions one after another like a machine gun.
"No, our soldiers have withdrawn from the battle. The front line has been taken over by the dwarves. We only left the Lordaeron Rangers to provide them with long-range suppression..." Omsk explained.
"God... are you sure the dwarves can withstand the pressure from the front? Order the soldiers to return. Although you are worried about me, you can't put our allies in danger." Roland shook his head and said quickly to the two. After all, while the dwarves have no shortage of professionals, they lack high-end combat power. A hasty evacuation by humans would definitely put pressure on the dwarves. Now we just hope the situation doesn't get too bad...
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"Balin! What's going on?" Roland saw Balin from a distance, standing on several corpses of orcs and slashing hard. The blood of the enemies flowed across his armor like a stream.
"Fight! Descendants of Turin! Fight! For our homeland!" Balin shouted with all his might.
"Hmm? King Roland, are you okay?" Balin looked up and saw Roland, who was dressed neatly.
"It's okay. What's the situation now? I have ordered my soldiers to join the battle. You can let the dwarves withdraw!" Roland said.
"Okay! Floy! Let our children come back!" Balin raised his battle axe.
"I won't say more. Let's talk about it after this battle is over!" Roland looked at the tragic battle situation around him and drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword.
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"Thank you very much, King Roland!" Balin expressed his sincere gratitude as he looked at Roland who was treating the dwarf.
"Alas... it's all tears. If I had known, I would have brought a few priests with me..." Roland smiled bitterly and shook his head. When did he, a Paladin, end up being reduced to a nurse? This was a question worth pondering.
"Okay! You'll be fine after a day or two of rest!" Roland patted the dwarf warrior's shoulder. The wound on his abdomen that was so deep that the bone could be seen had scabbed and healed. It must be said that magic is really a good thing!
Are divine skills considered magic? Roland didn't know, nor did he want to know. Anyway, the fact that the Paladin could fight and heal made Roland feel very comfortable.
"Thank you for your trouble, King Roland. After we take this hall, we can go down to Hall No. 4 through the stairs. That hall is a tough nut to crack!" Balin sighed.
"Tell me about it?" Roland became interested.
"What do you think of Hall No. 10 and Hall No. 9? Are they magnificent?" Balin smiled bitterly.
"Of course, it's truly a miracle that you Dwarves have built such a magnificent hall..." Roland sighed. A glimpse of the whole thing revealed just how many Dwarves there were in Khazad-dûm during its heyday, and how many Dwarves lost their lives in the turmoil of the intervening eras. Only a handful of Dwarves now linger in the mountains of Middle-earth...
"Hall No. 4 is bigger than the other two combined..." Balin sighed.
"..." Roland was speechless. The closer he got to the center, the more orcs and goblins gathered. One thing was certain: the larger the building, the more orcs and goblins could gather.
"That's going to be tough. Our forces are spread too thin, and your dwarven buildings are... too easy to hide soldiers..." Caslo held his forehead, pointing at the towering pillars. Wouldn't it be easy to hide a group of goblins behind rows of pillars? Those goblins, who climb pillars more skillfully than monkeys, could easily hide behind the pillars and cause trouble for them.
"These are nothing. I'm worried about the attack from the dome. God knows how those damn guys are destroying our home!" Balin's eyes were bloodshot.
"Forget it, let's pack up and go!" Roland shook his head. Talking here wouldn't solve any problems. What needed to be faced still had to be faced!
"Oh right? Where did the Fire Demon appear? It seemed to be in front of the bridge? That should be Hall 4?" Roland rubbed his chin as usual and began to think.
"Let's leave here and get something to eat!" Roland suggested. He found that he was a little hungry, but the current environment was not suitable for eating.
"Alright! But we need to hurry. We must have alarmed the orcs and goblins deep inside!" Balin suggested. It was fortunate they had entered Moria from the west gate. If they had entered from the east gate... thinking of the number of orcs in Moria, Balin shuddered. The east gate's entrance was much wider than the west gate, and the orcs were gathering at a much faster rate than here. Most orcs lived near the east gate, and there were more goblins there, so they didn't encounter strong resistance when entering. If they had entered from the east gate... it would have been another battle for Moria.
"Well, just some bread and dried meat and some water will be enough!" Roland nodded. After all, the war was urgent and he didn't have that much time to cook.
In this way, our wicked king, eating dry bread and dried meat, led a group of wicked brothers on the rugged stone steps of Moria.
"My God! Balin, you dwarves are really powerful!" Roland looked up at the magnificent stone staircases that connected the various platforms in the Moria Caves, forming a complex and magnificent underground transportation network.
"Oh! Dragon God!" Kaslo grabbed a Dowinian heavy-armored swordsman who slipped, and the child almost fell into the abyss.
"Hey! That was close! Maybe you should install guardrails!" Roland shrugged.
"There used to be some, made of wood, but it has rotted away for thousands of years!" Balin shrugged helplessly. He couldn't ask the orcs and goblins to maintain their homes.
