Chapter 219: Descendants of Turin

"Raise your shield! Hold your position! The enemy is about to descend from the darkness! Pay attention to every corner in the darkness!" Officers shouted as they ran through the ranks.

"Children! Hold the position! Crack their heads open with an axe! No one can stop us from going home! The descendants of Turin are for Kesad-dûm! Fight! Fight!" Balin, with a gray beard, put on the dwarf's coat. He was heavily armored, and the double-edged ax in his hand shone coldly under the bonfire. At this moment, the future King of Moria was walking in front of the team holding an ax and a shield.

"Qiang!" The sharp dragon-slaying sword was unsheathed, and Roland took a deep breath, picked up Eliyar, and walked toward the shield wall formed by Lagrand's royal guards.

"People of Lagrand! For our homeland! For our allies! For our future! Tear the enemy to pieces! The empire's revival is unstoppable! Any enemy who blocks Lagrand's army will eventually be stepped into the soil and turned into dust. ! Follow the dragon flag and crush the enemy!" The enthusiastic Roland had just taken two steps when he was hugged by Kasluo and dragged back.

"Let me go! The king of Raglan will fight with his people!" At this moment, Roland was obviously confused.

"Quiet! Your Highness! If you don't want Lagrand to lose the last king, then I suggest you stay in the back. Besides, your injuries are not enough to allow you to fight wantonly on the front line!" Kaslo dragged Roland frantically. Xiang Shuai Zhang, dragging and shouting.

"Lagrand's loyal royal guards! Form a team of ten! Protect the king! Remember that the safety of His Highness's life is above all else! I want you to protect him with your lives! And keep an eye on His Highness, I don't want to be killed during the battle. He appeared in front of me!" Castro threw Roland behind the tent and shouted at the soldiers forming in front.

Soon ten guards, armed like human tanks, surrounded the tent and guarded Roland airtight. As long as there was no large-scale enemy attack, no fish that slipped through the net could break through their defense line.

"Thank God, I was worried about how to persuade His Highness to go back. Hey, but you are so rude. Aren't you afraid that His Highness will turn around and blame you?" Ormsk said in admiration. He dared to drag the king away by force. It was no different from dragging a sack. ! Kaslo was truly the bravest man he had ever seen.

"It doesn't matter, he will forgive me! Now we just need to bring victory to him!" Kaslo calmly put the helmet on his head and pulled off his visor. As the first general to follow Roland, he clearly knew that his king He seems to be a bit out of tune with this era, especially in terms of treating others. He does not have the aloof and alienated feeling of other kings.

"Then let us repay His Highness with a victory!" Ormsk nodded in agreement.

"Protect yourselves! I don't want you to trade your lives with these damn black men! At the same time, this is also His Highness's will! Your lives are much more valuable than theirs!" Kaslo announced the order. He knew that Roland valued the lives of his soldiers. value.

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"Alternate shooting and cover! Damn it! Get out of this place! Go back to the camp! Let the tin cans deal with them!" the rangers shouted to each other.

"Fire! The camp is ahead! Brothers, work harder! His Highness is in front! Don't fall behind! Follow!" the Lordaeron ranger captains shouted at the top of their lungs.

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"Oh! Turin's beard! Look! Look! There are many enemies!" Balin nervously tightened his grip on the ax handle.

"They are behind! Be careful, those guys are very accurate in throwing spears!" Suddenly the jungle was broken by several figures, and the dwarves who originally raised their battle axes were surprised to find that those who rolled out were actually a few half-elves! Several Lordaeron rangers dragged their injured companions to the front of the formation and quickly passed through the gap made by the dwarves.

"Hi! Friend! What's going on inside?" Balin turned to look at the rangers who had just fought a bloody battle and asked.

"There are many enemies. We can't see how many of them there are. We tried to resist, but you also saw the result..." A ranger captain pointed at his scarred subordinates. Although no one was killed, many people were still shot by spears. Bruised! That is to say, the Lordaeron Ranger with elven blood can evade those attacks so flexibly, but if he were to switch to a heavy-armed ranger from the Lagran Empire, he would suffer casualties.

"You have worked hard, leave the rest to us!" Balin patted the heavy breastplate. The bright silver plate armor exuded the charm of steel in the dark night.

"Fight! Children of Turin! Pick up our glory! We have reclaimed the Lonely Mountain! We have crushed Azog! Now we are returning to our homeland! And these bastards want to stop us! Tell me! Children, you Do you agree?" Bahrain was making his final mobilization before the war.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the ax handle hitting the shield came uniformly, which made all the Lagrand soldiers look sideways.

"The situation seems to be a little better than I thought... This dwarf has a strong will to fight. They are truly the descendants of Turin - the dwarf Longbeard clan." Kaslo sighed while listening to the sound of the dwarf's battle ax and shield clashing. .

"Well! This battle is much easier to fight! These dwarves have a tenacious fighting spirit as you said. It seems that we don't have to worry about them anymore. I will take command from behind!" Ormsk nodded. Since he joined late, He did not catch up with the bloody battle on Lonely Mountain at the beginning of the restoration of the Lagrand Kingdom, but he also heard from the side how brave and good at fighting this dwarf tribe was without fear of life and death. Facts have proved that this is not a rumor.

"Hugh!" The unique sound of throwing a spear through the air came from the dark night.

"Defense!" Balin shouted with his eyes widened.

Before Balin finished speaking, the shields of all the dwarves emitted a scarlet light! The unique skill of the bearded dwarf: the Iron Wall of Turin!

(After turning it on, part of the fighting spirit will be consumed to increase resistance, endurance, defense, and strength by 50%! It will end when the fighting spirit is exhausted!)

Dwarves, who have a long lifespan like elves, have enough time to advance themselves into professionals. Therefore, although Thorin cannot give Bahrain high-end combat power, there is still no problem with an army of 500 first- and second-level warriors. At this moment, this army is about to tell these trolls why the dwarves have been able to stand in Middle-earth for so many years!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Spears dropped from the sky like raindrops. At this moment, the advantage of the dwarves' short stature was highlighted. The large shield with a 45° angle could completely cover their bodies. The dwarves hiding behind the large shield You can only hear the crackling sound, but no attack can break the defense!

"Stuck!" An ax cut off the wooden spear stuck on the big shield, and Balin spat.

"These rubbish are trying to stop us with these things? They are overestimating their own capabilities! The descendants of Turin attack!" Bahrain blew the horn of counterattack.

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"The dwarves have engaged the enemy! It's Lord Balin's side... Stay alert!" Kaslo frowned.

"It seems that the dwarves opened before us." Ormsk stood in front of the formation with a big sword, blending in with the Dovinian heavy swordsmen beside him, looking majestic.

"Ouli! It's Bahrain's side! They're fighting!" Ouyin turned around and said anxiously.

"Believe him! He has more experience than us, and he is our leader! Do our job well! As a veteran soldier, he knows what to do!" Ouli Dan said firmly.

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"Guard! What's going on?" Roland, who was being protected, also heard the killing cry, and he quickly walked out of the tent and asked.

"Your Highness, it's dangerous outside. I suggest you go back. Besides, the news just now should be that the dwarves are fighting with the trolls." A royal guard blocked Roland with his body and explained to him.

"No, I have to go see our people... follow me, soldiers!" Roland frowned.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I can't carry out your order. You are still injured and the front is too dangerous. I can't let you take the risk." The royal guards formed a circle to surround Roland.

"I think I have an obligation to see my soldiers." Roland said bravely.

"But you have a greater obligation to ensure your own safety. After all, we don't have another king, and you don't have any heirs." The royal guards were not moved at all.

"...You win..." Roland shrugged and stepped back.