Chapter 214: What I Saw on Laolin Road

"Okay, the starting point of our journey - Old Forest Road! Here we are!" Roland said to Balin.

"I hope the journey down here can go smoothly..." Bahrain's beard trembled a few times and he muttered a few words.

"There are a lot of monsters here! The scouts we sent have seen flying dragons here! Maybe there are flying dragons settling here." Ormsk said solemnly.

"There is indeed the aura of the dragon clan here, and it should be of the lower wyvern lineage! If my initial investigation was correct, there should be an ice wyvern here!" Kaslo continued.

"Oh! Turin! I never want to face the Dragon Clan in my life! Sorry Knight Caslo, I didn't mean anything against you." Balin shrugged his shoulders, his snow-white beard trembling.

"It's okay, Your Majesty Bahrain, does Your Highness need me to let Kaldor release his dragon power to scare this flying dragon?" Kaslow turned to look at Roland.

The Dragon Clan is a highly hierarchical group. The aura of the upper-level Dragon Clan has an absolute power to intimidate the lower-level Dragon Clan. Dragons that can truly fight beyond the ranks are definitely rare. After all, the suppression in the bloodline is enough to destroy most of the strength of the lower-level Dragon Clan.

"No need, don't let the final shock scare away the messy things." Roland said helplessly, holding his forehead, these words are not nonsense, if you are "too lucky" and directly attract a Behemoth beast... No Wrong is the kind of thing that can tear a giant dragon apart with your hands, a totem of orc belief. God knows what kind of ghosts are in this dark forest connected to the Misty Mountains.

"Okay." Kasluo nodded in agreement. After becoming a dragon rider, he also got to know this dragon's natural enemy-Behemoth through the memory inheritance of his own dragon! Although they have lost their powerful magical abilities, the Behemoths have evolved a powerful body that is enough to make most dragons despair. Even the most ordinary Behemoths can rival the monsters of the Holy Dragon Clan in hand-to-hand combat. If it is the noblest gold Beamon... I hope you won't encounter him at close range... After all, there are many dragons that have been torn apart by Beamon.

"But you still have to pay attention, be vigilant, and don't let those unclean things touch you." Roland said solemnly.

"Indeed, there is an undead clan here!" Bahrain also fell silent. The undead clan is definitely a heavy topic. Once they are given the opportunity to form an undead natural disaster, even the most powerful kingdom will pay a heavy price.

"A small number of wandering undead are nothing to be afraid of. What I'm afraid of is the necromancer!" Ormsk tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. The light and shadow knight has a natural advantage in fighting this kind of creature, but facing the necromancer with many tricks, that's not the case. It's going to be a headache for a long time.

"I hope you have a safe journey. I only want the battle to take place in Khazad-dûm. Fighting here is too depressing." Balin shook his beard and cautiously held the stainless steel battle ax on his shoulder.

"Indeed, the terrain here is not conducive to our fighting... This is the battlefield for rangers!" Roland looked around and nodded.

"This place is dilapidated again. The road we came from can no longer be found." Kaslo shook his head in disappointment. When they first came here, they opened a road that was passable enough. Now the weeds, shrubs, etc. have become Cover up the traces of the past.

"It's normal, isn't it? Time can erase all traces... just like our glory!" Bahrain whispered helplessly with a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"So cheer up, this is the best time for you to regain your glory!" Roland patted Balin's generous shoulder and consoled him. Facts have proved that they did regain their glory in the end, but... they didn't protect it. . Although Balin, King of Moria, reigned for only a short time, it was enough to leave a lasting mark in the history of the dwarves.

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"Shield wall!" With a sharp shout, the Lagrand Royal Guards smashed their heavy shields into the ground. The closely connected heavy shields were connected into one through their fighting spirit. In an instant, a towering shield wall rose. He stood up and blocked the team behind him.

"What elite warriors! They are as well-trained as the Iron Guard!" Balin admired. In fact, the Lagran Royal Guards did live up to his praise. Their eliteness is such that even the most demanding dwarf infantry can be defeated. The only one that can be compared with it is probably the Iron Guard of the dwarves. However, with the fall of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, the last Iron Guard also disappeared in the flames of Smaug... In the countless years since then, the dwarves have been fighting again. I have never seen infantry who can compare with the Iron Guards.

"What's going on!" Roland turned over and dismounted and asked. The sudden rise of the shield wall made him inexplicably uneasy.

"I don't know. Our vanguard has sent a dangerous signal. The Lordaeron rangers have already set off. They will bring us first-hand news, whether it is good or bad!" Ormsk held his shield and stared. Ahead.

"I hope nothing happens. We can't be dragged here. It's too unsafe here. Orcs and Warcraft are entangled in various crises!" Roland said solemnly.

"Don't be impatient, Your Highness, there will be news soon." Kasluo comforted, and at the same time, his mouth was close to the dragon flute in his hand. No matter what happens, he will protect Roland's safety as soon as possible. , as for the remaining people... Kaslo believed that Ormsk, a level 6 hero, could take good care of them.

"What happened?" Roland couldn't help but asked after seeing the black and red blood stains on the returning Lordaeron ranger.

All eyes are focused on these rangers. They want to know what is in the jungle that they cannot see. After all, for people, all fear comes from the unknown.

"It's a troll! That's right, it's that kind of troll!" the Ranger Captain gasped.

"Troll? That thing is not extinct yet?" Kaslo was surprised. After all, the troll thing is not the same as the orcs. The trolls and the real orcs are allies, and the orcs and the trolls are also enemies. , now there are trolls in the dark forest where orcs are rampant, which has to be surprising.

"That's right! We won't admit it wrong. That precise spear throw is so accurate! If our inner armor hadn't been quite thick, at least we would have left a few brothers behind." The Ranger Captain said with a heart, and now he is scared. Fighting a troll pitcher in the jungle is second only to fighting an elf ranger.

"How many people are there? How is the battle going?" Ormsk said calmly.

"Twelve trolls! It's a standard troll hunting team! Although we have wiped out all of them, we can predict that there will be more! There is at least one troll tribe here! I just don't know how big it is!" the ranger captain analyzed. Trolls usually move in groups. The twelve-man hunting team is the most basic combat unit of the troll tribe. Usually twelve troll pitchers are enough to bring a devastating blow to the same number of enemies.

"We can't stay here anymore. We have to pass through this area quickly. Everyone is aggrieved today. We can't stop and rest for the night!" Ormsk frowned. The appearance of a standard troll hunting team was definitely a threat. The swords on their heads made everyone sleepless. In comparison, what was more terrifying than the troll's spear was the night attack that the troll was good at.