"Your Highness, the King invites you!" A dwarf knocked gently on the door. After Roland asked him to come in, he explained his purpose.
"Thorin is looking for me?" Roland was stunned, then realized it was probably about post-war recovery and various alliances. You know, even though the unfortunate father and son, Azog and Borg, had been dealt with, the Orc Kingdom in the north still existed, and there were still Orcs entrenched in Dol Guldur... The most outrageous thing was that the Wainriders, these messy races living in the Rune region, were all minions of Mordor...
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"Everyone! Good morning!" Roland picked up the wine glass beside him and raised it to gesture to everyone.
"King Roland! Good morning!" Thranduil smiled friendly.
"Oh! Roland! My brother!" Thorin came up and gave him a bear hug to express his enthusiasm.
"Good morning, sir." Iovia raised a glass of juice and greeted him.
"I'm so glad I can see you alive!" Bai Yi joked as he spread butter on the bread in his hand.
"Hey! Come here, man!" Vanerwei did not have the elegance of an elf at all. He enthusiastically invited Roland to dine with him like an ordinary citizen.
"Thank you for your assistance. The heroic deeds of you and your soldiers have changed the future of the North!" Bud praised sincerely.
"Everyone is here! By the way, where is Dain? How could the King of Iron Hill not be present at such a grand occasion?" Roland searched around but couldn't find Dain.
"Oh! Damn it! No one pulled me up? I'm a wounded person! Didn't you see Roland was looking for me?" Dain's muffled voice came from under the table next to Bard.
"Oh! Sorry! Dain, you are really too heavy!" Bard picked up Dain with his hands, but Dain's heaviness obviously exceeded Bard's imagination. The density of the dwarf's sturdy body was simply outrageous.
"Hahaha! Bard, you are a real man!" Dain patted Bard on the shoulder.
"Oh! Dain, King of the Iron Hills? Hello!" Roland carefully observed the Dwarf King before him. This Dwarf King, who was more accomplished, intelligent, and resourceful than Thorin in history, had a red beard, a rugged face, and stocky, short limbs, yet he possessed unparalleled explosive power. He also seemed to be the strongest professional among the Dwarves at this stage. The Dwarves were quite pitiful, their homeless state resulting in a lack of resources for cultivation.
"Hello, King Raglan, thank you for your help in our most dangerous moment. You will always be a friend of the dwarves!" Dain said sincerely.
"It's my honor." Roland nodded. He had to say that Dain was worthy of being the king who could rule the Lonely Mountain after Thorin and make it prosperous. He spoke so nicely, which was rare for a stubborn and arrogant dwarf.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic!" Thorin clapped his hands to attract the attention of the kings.
"Although the darkness has receded, they have not been completely defeated. The Orc Kingdom of Gundabad Mountain, the Orc Tribe of the Misty Mountains, and the remnants of Azog entrenched in Dol Guldur Fortress are all our deadly hidden dangers!"
Thorin stood up, looked around at everyone's expressions, and continued, "I want to form a coalition! Completely eliminate these hidden dangers!"
"Sure enough..." Roland covered his face in his heart. The dwarf's habit of being ambitious and vainglory was fully reflected in Thorin. He wanted to counterattack before his wound had even healed?
"We have the powerful Knights of the Kingdom of Raglan! The most fearless warriors of the Dwarves! The most deadly rangers and archers of the Elves! We even have flying dragon riders and real dragon riders! We are fully capable of defeating them! Let's carve out a pure land for our descendants that will not be invaded by darkness!" Thorin said excitedly, clenching his fists.
"Sorry... the elves of Singeri will not participate in the following battle." Iovia stood up and bowed to express her apology.
"Our people are few in number, and the sacrifice of nearly four hundred people this time is a heavy blow. Knight Peter Gro's dragon was also seriously injured. It was hit many times directly by the dragon hunting crossbow, and it needs to recuperate well." Iovia explained. He was no longer willing to sacrifice the lives of his people for those illusory threats.
"The Woodland Kingdom also suffered heavy casualties. In the final decisive battle, the rangers of the Woodland Kingdom and the Torrent Infantry fought together on the front line. We have abided by the covenant!" Thranduil said lightly. To be honest, the rangers of the Woodland Kingdom did suffer heavy casualties this time. The number of casualties of more than a thousand people has made Thranduil's heart feel like it was being rubbed on a washboard.
"Why are you looking at me? Don't you know what's going on in the Kingdom of Akvia? The soldiers in the city of Losenniel are almost wiped out!" Bai Yi rolled his eyes. As one of the main battlefields, the city of Losenniel was where they paid a huge price.
Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Roland...
"Give up. I don't have the troops to organize another battle. There are 1,500 people in the Torrent Legion. How many of them have intact parts? Don't tell me to use the Knights to attack the city?" Roland shrugged his shoulders. There really weren't many infantrymen under his command. The most important thing was that Roland didn't seem to have any powerful siege troops. Torrent infantry, heavy cavalry and knights were suitable for plain battles, archers and rangers were suitable for jungle battles, Dorwinian heavy swordsmen and Lagrande city guards were suitable for defending the city. As for recruiting light infantry... forget it. Although they became brave and skilled after training, their upper limit was not high. So if Roland really wanted to attack the city, the outcome would be hard to say.
"This..." Thorin stared blankly at everyone. He couldn't understand why no one wanted such a good opportunity to end the orcs. Bard and Dain beside him shook their heads slightly.
"My suggestion is that everyone go back to their own homes, find their own mothers, and help each other in attack and defense. We have been fighting for so long, it's time to recuperate. I don't even have enough food for my people to eat in the autumn harvest." Roland sighed.
"Yes, we can't fight anymore. I don't know whether the orcs will be destroyed or not, but the city of Losenniel will really be gone." Bai Yi said sadly as he thought of his dead tribesmen.
"I can't sacrifice the lives of my people in order to fight back against the orcs. That would be too unfair to them." Iowa looked at Thorin.
"The Woodland Kingdom also needs to be recuperated. Our outposts have been infiltrated by orcs, and many have been uprooted. It will take a long time to re-monitor the borders of the Woodland Kingdom." Thranduil expressed his difficulties.
"Thorin...you guys also need to rest up. The casualties in Dale and Iron Hill are not small, and Erebor has also paid a price. You should take back your wandering tribesmen and let them recuperate instead of rushing to counterattack the orcs!" Roland advised.
"Thorin, my brother! I know you are very angry! You hate orcs! But Roland and everyone else are right. We can't fight anymore. We also need to cultivate ourselves. Behind the victory is the cry of our people. We can't sacrifice our people anymore!" Dain looked at Thorin sincerely.
"...Let's form an alliance, we need each other..." Thorin didn't say anything else, but it was obvious that he was convinced by everyone.
"Click! Click!" With the seals symbolizing power falling one after another, the Gushan Alliance was officially established on this day.