In the dark dungeon, only the flickering torches in the soldiers' hands illuminate the path ahead. The long-dilapidated Moria lies quietly in the Misty Mountains like an old man in his twilight years...
"The crisis is over!" Omsk walked back with his sword.
"I haven't sensed the breath of the Fire Demon, but there are traces of its existence here!" Omsk threw the object in his hand to Kaslo.
"What is this?" Kaslo casually caught the thing thrown by Omsk and took a closer look.
"High-temperature stone crystal! Only a few magical beasts can meet the conditions for forming stone crystal! The Fire Demon is one of them!" Omsk brushed the dust off his hands.
"The places it passed by were where the molten rocks cooled and solidified, and there was a road paved with stone crystals in the square just now!" Omsk shrugged.
"What a good stuff! It should be a very good alchemical raw material, right?" Roland took the so-called stone crystal and examined it carefully.
This fist-sized crystal was a dark red in color, translucent in texture. When shone against a light source, it looked as if magma was faintly flowing within it. It was truly beautiful! Once processed and placed on the Blue Star of the past, it would have been a luxury item that the wealthy would splurge on.
"Well, it's a good material! Strictly speaking, it is a high-level material that accompanies Warcraft. It can be processed into fire-resistant potions or fire-related enhancement items, etc., but the dwarves don't have alchemists now." Balin shook his head regretfully.
"I remember that King Roland has an alchemist?" Balin looked at Roland.
"Yes, there is one!" Roland hesitated for a second, and finally admitted the matter. After all, he couldn't hide it.
"That's great! These things can be put to use! You can take whatever you want when you leave, and we will mine the rest and exchange them for some potions with you." Balin said sincerely. Even if the dwarves mined these things, they could only be sold to alchemists. Instead of dealing with unfamiliar southern humans, it would be better to exchange things with the northern Kingdom of Lagrande.
"No problem. Any potion we have is available!" Roland agreed immediately. He had long worried about the trade of the Kingdom of Raglan. Currently, trade in the North was limited to the few city-states at the foot of Lonely Mountain. Roland had always hoped to spread trade routes throughout Middle-earth. After all, if you wanted to make money quickly, you had to trade. The development of the Kingdom of Raglan still depended on trade. After all, the kingdom could forge magical equipment and high-level alchemical items. These were Roland's current advantages. Moreover, after Saruman's evil transformation, he would have one less formidable competitor for his business. (It was well known that Saruman was not only a wizard but also an alchemist. The world-famous Uruk-orcs were created by the alchemical genius Saruman.)
"Let's go to the square first!" Roland and his group waited for a while and found that there was no movement, so they set off again immediately.
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"Oh my God! This fire demon climbed up from below!" Caslo followed the traces of the stone crystal to the edge of a cliff. Because of the angle, no one on the stone steps could see it.
"It seems that roads can't be a problem that hinders it!" Balin said gloomily. After all, the ability to climb proves that this fire demon has a terrifying range of activities! Anywhere can become its potential habitat.
"Be careful!" Roland glanced at the people who were studying these stone crystal channels. In the system space that Roland could not see, the petrified dragon egg was quietly absorbing the strands of fire energy floating on the stone crystal veins.
"It looks like there are quite a lot of these stone crystals!" Roland said as he looked at the stone crystal mark extending towards the hall.
"This fire demon isn't asleep! It should have awakened. Look, the stone crystal road here has several branches! This means it has traveled back and forth several times!" Omsk carefully observed this and explained to Roland.
"Where is it down there? Bahrain?" Roland squatted down and asked slowly.
"Down? Down below is the residential area derived from the fourth hall!" Balin said after thinking for a moment.
"I hope you remember correctly! We have to go around here! It's too open here. If the fire demon attacks us, it will be disastrous!" Roland quickly stood up and ordered.
"Enter the hall! Eliminate all enemies!" Roland drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword and pointed it forward.
"Whoosh~" Suddenly a whistling sound came from the dome.
"Bang!" A stalagmite several meters long fell from the sky. The huge impact force after it hit the ground shattered it, and fist-sized stones flew like raindrops!
"It's orcs! There are orcs above our heads! They are destroying the stone layer!" The Lordaeron Ranger discovered the enemy with his amazing eyesight.
"Everyone, quickly pass through the square and enter the hall! Heavy-armored units, raise your shields! Pay attention to protecting the rangers!" Caslo took out the dragon spear and shot away a falling stalagmite.
"Go! Hurry!" Balin urged the dwarf beside him. He didn't expect that the stalagmites from the dome would become a deadly weapon to attack them!
"Bang!" Roland was hit by a stalagmite over a meter long while holding the artifact Eliar! His knees gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
"Ballin! Can you guys clean up these dangerous items in the future?" Roland quickly stood up and ran, complaining to Balin.
"Ang!" The Smurfs suddenly flew out and brilliant dragon power condensed in the air, outlining complex dragon languages. The next second, a semicircular barrier appeared in the square, covering the entire square.
"Are you all fools? You don't know how to use such a big dragon rider? When did the wind dragon become so shameful?" The Smurfs looked at these people who were begging with a golden bowl in their hands and expressed their confusion. They could obviously let the wind dragon come out and cast a dragon barrier so that they could slowly enter the hall. Why did they have to resist with their physical bodies?
"..." Roland turned his head and looked at Caslo. He couldn't hide his eyes that wanted to kill someone.
"I forgot..." Kaslo touched his helmet and felt a little embarrassed. After all, the terrain in most caves was narrow, and the pressure from the dragon clan was too strong. Kaslo had never thought about summoning his own dragon before encountering the fire demon.
"Well done!" Roland patted his shoulder unhappily and entered the fourth hall with a gloomy face.
"What noble creatures! What great power!" Balin sighed sincerely as he looked at the petite Smurfs. The dragon clan was truly a terrifying and powerful race.
"Let's go, Balin! Let's go see what's going on inside!" Roland stopped and said to Balin.
Ignoring the destruction caused by the orcs and goblins above their heads, the atmosphere of the entire team immediately became relaxed. After all, the dragon's barrier was not something that these small fry could destroy.
"Did you see anything?" Roland asked with a smile.
"We are not far from the Fire Demon!" Balin responded with a wry smile.
"There are no traces of orcs and goblins here! They must have been frightened by the pressure of the Fire Demon and stayed away from this area! After all, the breath of the Fire Demon here is too strong!" Roland casually picked up a stone crystal, weighed it, and smiled.
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