Chapter 222: Walking Out of the Forest

The sun finally lazily climbed up to the treetops, and the bright sunlight spread through the tree crowns, spreading tiny rays of light on the ground. The soldiers who had been tense all night could finally relax and take a breath.

"Is it over?" a dwarf asked, looking at the rising sun.

"Hahaha! Those damn black skins will be invisible in the daytime!"

"Huh? Where are the rangers of our allies? Let them go and see if those black skins are gone?"

"Beard! I miss cheese, jerky, and spirits!"

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"The sun is out!" Roland lifted the door curtain, and the soft sunlight instantly shined in. It was warm and comfortable on his body.

"Looks like this farce is over." Kaslo stretched and walked out.

"I'm going to tally up the results of the battle, and let the rangers go out to search. By the way, let the soldiers come back to have something to eat and sleep." Kaslo left in a hurry.

"King Roland, thank you for your hospitality. It's time for me to go back and catch up on my sleep. My hands were sore from swinging the ax last night, hahaha! I'm getting old!" Balin laughed and said goodbye to Roland.

"Goodbye, Your Excellency Bahrain, remember to have breakfast later! And don't oversleep! We have to go on the road in the afternoon." Roland waved goodbye to Bahrain and reminded him.

"Hmm? Mr. Ormsk, do you have anything else to do?" Roland put down the curtain and was about to go to bed. When he turned around, he saw his first "admiral" Ormsk sitting in his seat and enjoying his dessert as if he were going home. , suddenly angry and funny.

"Sure enough! Those cooks are partial...the cakes they make for the king put too much more honey than ours." Ormsk showed an expression of enjoyment and didn't care at all about Roland's displeased face.

"Um...that's my snack, and I think we all need a break." A black line hung from Roland's head. Where is the mature and stable hero I used to be? Being led astray by Castro?

"It's okay, Your Highness, a good king always learns to share with the knights who are loyal to him." Ormsk shook his head and tasted Roland's exquisite snacks.

"Take it! Get out! I'm going to bed!" Roland stuffed the snack plate into Ormsk's hand with red eyes and pointed at the door and yelled filial piety. He was worried all night. Roland, who had not rested, would definitely eat anything that stood in his way. Sleeper! That's right! He said it! Even if God comes!

After pushing and pulling Ormsk out of the tent, Roland immediately threw himself on the hammock, lying flat like a dried salted fish.

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"Omsk actually likes to eat desserts? Why does such a tall and powerful hero like to be a foodie like a girl? The trolls probably won't attack easily. They must have been hurt by the beating last night! Let's go west and we should reach Dahlan The Carryan Ferry that Si mentioned is occupied by the Druyin skin-changer Bion as he knew, and it is the only human pure land in the entire valley." Although his body was resting, Roland's brain was While spinning rapidly, you must know that all his decisions are related to the lives of more than 500 people under his command!

"Go to sleep. Get some sleep first. No matter the flood, even if the King of Heaven comes, don't even try to stop me from sleeping. Let's take it one step at a time!" Roland finally could not resist the gentleness of the bed, and soon fell silent. In dreamland, as for the next plan? Let him go to hell!

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"Your Highness, this is a big tribe!" Seeing Roland come out of the tent, Kaslo, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately gathered around.

"How do you say this?" Roland took the towel handed by the guard and wiped his face.

"We killed nearly 400 trolls last night! And they were all adult trolls! There are no old, weak, sick or disabled ones! You must know that the troll tribe in Middle-earth can now muster 400 troll armies. Not much more!" Kaslo danced excitedly.

"How are our casualties?" Roland didn't care about the enemy's casualties. He just wanted to know if his people were safe and healthy.

"The Rangers of Lordaeron suffered heavy casualties, and almost all of them were defeated...Fortunately, none of them received fatal injuries. The Dovinian heavy swordsmen...those guys were a little tired and exhausted. The city guards are in good condition. As for the royal family The guards...their only casualty was that an unlucky guy sprained his ankle due to the heavy armor while cleaning the battlefield..." Kaslo said with a strange expression.

"Oh my God! Sprained your ankle? What a serious injury! What a tragic casualty! So you said a bunch of nonsense just to tell me that they are fine, right?" Roland pretended to be exaggerated.

"Next time, be concise and to the point! Don't talk too loudly! It'll make me think that I've cut down more than half of my staff just after I left home!" Roland glanced at Caslo.

"Uh..." Kaslo grinned noncommittally.

"By the way! How is the situation with our friends the dwarves?" Roland asked.

"Well...it looks like they're fine!" Roland, who had just spoken, smelled the aroma of dwarf spirits and saw them singing and dancing within a few steps.

"Actually, I don't think the dwarves were able to kill them all last night. Their heavy armor was enough for the trolls to fight for a long time even if they stood still." Kaslo shrugged. The dwarves are famous for their sophisticated iron weapons in Middle Earth.

"Let our people eat and rest quickly! Tell Balin to control his men! Let's leave after lunch! I don't want to see a group of drunkards!" Roland frowned as he looked at the group of dwarves drinking and singing. They were anxious to complete the mission and get the Dragon Rider General, and besides, Nyx was still at home waiting for him to come back and shoot, so there was no time to waste with them.

"Okay, Your Highness!" Kaslo nodded and left.

"Omsk! Are you a pig? Don't you want to eat? Where's my dessert? Where's the snack that my dear Nicks made specially for me? Where's the big plate of my snack? How big is my snack? All gone?" Not long after, Roland's ghostly cry and howl came from the distance.

"Ahem, your highness, you personally gave it to me, a whole plate, yes! Just in the morning!" Ormsk gestured with his hands, his face full of grievances.

"Such a big plate! You ate it all in the morning? Are you from Beamon!" Roland was still regretting that he had lost Nyx's loving dessert. Looking at Omsk's aggrieved face, Roland I feel like cutting off my own hand... What kind of shame have I committed! By the way, why didn’t you realize that Ormsk has a special liking for desserts before? Roland thought sadly and angrily.

"Very good knight! Due to your efforts, we will lose the time to enjoy the wonderful desserts on the next journey, because... they are all! eaten! by you! It's over!" Roland "praised" in a weird way.

"Puff, puff, puff~" Looking in the corner at Ormsk Kaslo, who was called a grandson by Roland, he laughed like a pig.

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A few days later.

"Good guy! Finally out!" Roland said with emotion as he looked at the plain in front of him.

"Damn! I hate dense forests!" Balin also sighed.

"Caslow! Look at the map, where are we now?"

"Car Rock Ferry?" Looking at the map full of hand-drawn graffiti, the corner of Kaslow's mouth twitched. It was really embarrassing for Mr. Lance. He could go so far with such a dog-crawling map. Hey! The most amazing thing is that he actually came back! I really have to say that he is indeed the best nobleman in the empire. He can find the road with this kind of abstract map.

"Hey! We've been here before! It's the territory of the skin-changers!" Bahrain looked at the familiar environment. They were entertained here during the Lonely Mountain Expedition, and Bahrain had an impression.

"That's good, it looks like we've gone to the right place, Kaslo! Let the rangers go investigate! The others will stay where they are!" Roland said.

"Car Rock Ferry? Ferry? So where is the river? Where did the huge Anduin River go?" Ormsk was stunned for a while, and suddenly asked the soul torture question.

"Well, there is a river! I remember the scenery here. Although it is late autumn, I still remember the majesty of the Anduin River! Wait...Anduin River? Where is the river..." Balin was stunned.

"Holy shit! Lost your way?" Roland was shocked to the spot.

"So we deviated from the Old Forest Road, right... I remember that Druimbion's hut should be at the entrance of the Old Forest Road... which is our current exit..." Pointing to the empty wasteland, Roland fell into silence.

"Dragon God! Well done! You've led the way!" After patting Kaslow's shoulder, Ormsk expressed his "approval".