Chapter 208 Preparing for War

"Dear King Roland, I come with the sincerity of the dwarves. I hope you will still remember the original agreement." Balin said to Roland tremblingly, shaking his snow-white beard.

"Welcome, my friend Balin! Laglan people never forget their promises with their friends, including me." Roland nodded affirmatively.

"Oh! Turin! Thank God we finally have some confidence. If it weren't for your joining, I really can't imagine that we would be able to capture Moria. The orcs there are as numerous as rats in a cellar! "Bahrain said with emotion.

"It's not that bad! Trust me, Bahrain! Even without our help, the brave and fearless dwarf warriors can still capture your old capital!" Roland said seriously.

"But although you can capture him, you can't keep him..." Roland thought to himself. He was familiar with the plot and knew that Balin in front of him would be the future king of Moria and one of the few dwarves who could be king. Due to the caution of Dain Ironfoot, Moria was eventually destroyed after the assassination of Bahrain.

"Thank you for your praise, but I know our strength... To be honest, I only have 500 dwarf warriors for this expedition to Moria... It was only with the help of Thorin that I could recruit these soldiers." Balin sighed. His tone was full of helplessness and pessimism.

God, what are you talking about? The Dragon God is on top! It would be tragic if in the original book you could only take dozens of armed dwarves on an expedition. Compared to the rigid King Dyne, Thorin's ability to give him 500 dwarf warriors was considered a favor.

"500? Not bad, much higher than I expected." Roland nodded to express his satisfaction. Thorin is really a reliable friend. The war situation is full of fog, and the entire Middle-earth power is still unclear. Under the circumstances, Thorin was actually willing to give Balin 500 dwarf warriors! This has exceeded Roland's expectations. They were 500 experienced dwarf professionals, not farmers who had just put down their manure forks and hoes! The dwarf warriors formed in a battle formation can even countercharge against the warg cavalry that are several times their own size!

"Huh?" Balin was dumbfounded. He planned to organize an explanation to Roland, but he never expected Roland to react like this. He was afraid that Roland would mistakenly think that the dwarves would use them as human shields and cannon fodder and refuse the battle.

"Nothing, I have some dragons here who need to vent their anger on the orcs..." Roland shrugged. Roland was already looking forward to the scene of the poor Balrog in Moria being beaten by the wind dragon and the elf dragon.

"Dragon Knight? Thank you so much! You must know that we dwarves really have no way to deal with the Balrog for the time being... If you can really get rid of this serious problem of ours, we are willing to pay more wealth."

"Well, it's easy to talk. Leave the Balrog to us!"

"Your Majesty Osbaia Dragon Rider Commander... Look! No Balrog will have another chance to run wild in Middle-earth!" Roland clenched his fists, and the figure of the majestic figure launching a peerless blow is still etched in his mind. in his mind.

"Do you have any arrangements on the line? After all, thousands of troops are dispatched this time. If there is a slight mistake, it may be catastrophic!" Roland was extremely cautious. He didn't want his home to be stolen before Moria came down.

"Of course! We plan to go down the Swift River to your Lulong Fortress, then turn into the Old Forest Road, follow the Old Forest Road directly to the Anduin River, go down the river, and finally arrive at Lorien... and finally go north to Mirror Shadow The lake attacks from the east gate." Bahrain unfolded a simple sheepskin map, which was clearly marked with various clues, place names, products, etc. collected by the dwarf ancestors over the centuries.

"Old thing? It's a good thing!" Roland stroked the map and praised it.

"Well, the map passed down by the older generation belongs to my grandfather!" Bahrain said proudly.

"By the way, I recommend that you lead the attack with heavy armor this time. The terrain in Moria is not very friendly to lightly armored units..." Bahrain suddenly remembered something and suggested to Roland.

"Of course, thank you for reminding me, friend!" Roland smiled kindly, but he was already cursing in his heart, right? No way! Would anyone really put light infantry into the mines of Moria to "clear mines"? That's not called "demining", that's called murder!

"Then when will we go on the expedition?" Balin raised his head and looked up at Roland. He stared at Roland's eyes carefully, eager for Roland to give him the answer he most wanted to hear.

"In a week! I need to arrange defense during this time to make up for the gap left by the expeditionary force, and the soldiers still need to be mobilized!" Roland counted on his fingers carefully, and the troops did need to be mobilized. This time is not to recover "lost land" or defend the country, but to fight for money, so the soldiers still need to be encouraged and mobilized.

"Huh? The dwarf left?" Not long after Balin left happily, Nyx walked over demurely, holding up his skirt, and asked softly. The speaker Nyx also cast his eyes on the broad map on the wall.

"Well, Balin is gone. Don't underestimate him. He is destined to be the King of Moria." Roland "predicted" like a magic stick. Facts have proved that in the end Balin did become the Lord of Moria as he wished, but he did not survive. Just three episodes later.

"Really? Can he really inherit the position of King of Moria?" Nyx said in disbelief.

"Of course, that is a dwarf with the aura of a king. He is destined to be great!" Roland affirmed. This man is also a legend. Otherwise, if he was attacked and killed by orcs, maybe the dwarfs can really recover the mines of Moria, but This time Bahrain is compared to the historical situation of replacing shotguns with cannons. The confidence brought by the 500 dwarf soldiers is undeniable. As long as this army is pinned to death on the Khazad-dum Bridge, it is estimated that the orcs will never come here several times in their lives. Opportunity.

"So what are you taking away this time?" Nyx asked, squeezing Roland's shoulders with his soft hands.

"At least most of the Lagrand City guards have to take away, and the Dovinian heavy swordsmen have to go with me! Thinking about the way those muscular men wield heavy swords, I believe they will give half of them in Moria." The orcs are an eternal nightmare!" Roland snorted coldly.

As one of the earliest arms of Roland, the number of this heavy infantry has neither increased nor decreased. They can be called an unknown model in the Swift River City. Working with the city walls and gates all day long is the first thing everyone thinks of them. impression. Only a few people know how terrifying these terrifying melee meat grinders are, and they are about to shine for the first time in the middle-earth of this plane! This light must shine through the universe!

"Uh, I've already prayed for those orcs..." Nyx twitched the corner of his mouth. A row of two Dovinian heavy-armed swordsmen was enough to slaughter everyone they met in the small mine of Moria. Orcs, unless the Ringwraith appears or the Balrog takes action, there really is no Orc of the same level that can stop them.

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