Chapter 227 Moving Forward

"Then what should we do? Your Highness?" Balin said at a loss. A Balrog hiding in a cave waiting for an opportunity to attack can cause terrible damage. The dwarves have experienced this. Back then, the dwarves had several sixth-level tyrants. At that time, they were attacked and killed by the damn Balrog and were forced to give up Kesadoum. Now of course their strength cannot be compared with that of the prosperous Dwarf Kingdom.

"It's too late to find scouts now... This is not the Bree town in the West. There is no tavern where you can hire mercenaries. We can only hit the road like this." Roland shook his head and said helplessly. After all, they didn't have time. Went to recruit a scout.

"Get some rest early. We have to travel tomorrow. The Misty Mountains won't be the Misty Mountains if we don't fight." Roland shook his head and decided to take a good rest first.

"Yes, the goblins in the Misty Mountains are as disgusting as the orcs..." Balin immediately looked disgusted, obviously recalling some not-so-good scenes.

"What? Remember what happened to you in the Goblin Town in the Misty Mountains?" Roland asked with a smile.

"Oh! Do you know about this damn thing?" Bahrain said awkwardly. You must know that being captured at that time was their most embarrassing memory. I was careless and didn't dodge. A net bag was put over my face... This is the most profound portrayal of Bahrain's heart. .

"Of course, you think Kili and Fili's mouths are very reliable?" Roland teased.

"Damn you bastards! I have to beat them until their brains explode!" Balin puffed his beard and glared. You must know that as a battle-experienced warrior, being captured alive by the weakest goblin is simply a black history in his life.

"So be careful this time...don't fall again, hahaha!" Roland said with a smile.

"Uh... Your Highness, I'm leaving first. You can have a good rest!" Balin waved his short legs and ran away.

"Omsk!" Roland knocked on the wall next door.

"Your Highness...I'm so tired of waiting..." Ormsk said helplessly as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Stop dozing off and look at the map!" Roland threw the map on the table with a slap.

"What's so interesting here?" Ormsk opened the map out of boredom.

"Rivendell!" Roland clicked on a location on the map.

"The last pure land of the elves in Middle-earth?" Ormsk glanced at the map casually.

"Well, is there any way you can convince the scout professionals among the elves to join us? We need scouts!" Roland stared at Ormsk with burning eyes.

"Your Highness? Are you okay? If the dwarves are willing to ask the elves for help... let's go to the Misty Mountains! Wouldn't it be over if we just start the second battle of Azanubica?" Ormsk looked at Roland in shock. Why do they want to take this path? It's because those stubborn dwarves are unwilling to bow to the elves!

"This is still negotiable. There is still a basis for cooperation between Rivendell and the dwarves." Roland thought.

"Dwarves will cooperate with elves? Except for life-and-death battles like the Battle of the Lonely Mountain, I haven't seen any other cases!" Ormsk sneered. All the ghouls in Middle-earth knew that dwarves and elves despised each other.

"That's true. Part of the success of the Dwarves' expedition to the Lonely Mountain is thanks to Elrond, the lord of Rivendell. If he hadn't cracked the Script of the Moon, the dwarves wouldn't even be able to touch the secret door of the Lonely Mountain! Roland smiled.

"Is there another one?" This time it was Ormsk's turn to be surprised. Has the elf changed his gender? Actually taking the initiative to help the dwarves?

"Just tell me if it's possible! I want a scout right now! I don't want a Balrog to pop out of the corner and give me a big fight!" Roland said impatiently. Without a scout, big things would happen. Scouts with stealth skills and rangers without stealth skills have two different detection effects. Moreover, the rangers of Lordaeron are not good at cave combat, and the elves of Rivendell... tsk tsk tsk! It’s not too much to say that Middle-earth has the most powerful army, right?

"It's quite difficult. First, the elves have no obligation to help the dwarves in their expedition. Second, we can't pay the elves for their help. Third, do you think the elves will put down their noble stature to join the war? But not all elves are like Elrond. That half-elf is so humble." Ormsk shook his head.

"If you really need it, you can go here and look for it!" Ormsk placed his hand on a location.

"Bree? The hell should I fly there? Have you eaten such a big misty mountain range? How far apart are they? The flowers have withered every time!" Roland said helplessly, holding his forehead.

"That's right! Fly over there! A guy of that size in Kaslo's family can't live without a living, right? It's not too much to ask him to fly to Bree day and night and find a few reliable scouts to bring him back, right? After all, the giant dragon Don't care about the weight." Ormsk shrugged.

"What an easy thing to solve, it all depends on whether Kaslo is willing to do it..." Ormski said.

"Well, I think Kasluo is willing... Kaldor is probably not willing either... After all, giant dragons are also intelligent species. I have never heard of anyone using giant dragons as coolies..." Roland shrank his neck and hit him. With a shudder, he felt that the probability of Kaldo's dragon breath spraying this proposal was countless times greater than the probability of Kaldo agreeing to it.

"That's true. After all, Kaldor is no longer the four-legged flying dragon it used to be." Ormsk nodded. No one can ignore the objective factors of the dragon. As an intelligent species, the dragon clan and the dragon knight only have a cooperative relationship. They signed a direct contract. But the contract of equality is not a contract of slavery. In history, there are many dragon knights who were abandoned by the dragon because of their unqualified character and quality. After all, the dragon's arrogance is well known all over the world. Although the elves see people with their nostrils, they can communicate with each other. The giant dragon really doesn't like you and comes down with just one breath of dragon breath.

"Omsk, I discovered that you have the potential to be a regicide!" Roland sighed.

"What an injustice! Your Highness, you can learn from my loyal Dragon God!" Ormsk swore quickly.

"This suggestion of yours is a torture! It's a very harsh torture! Are you afraid that you want me to be slapped to death with a claw?" Roland laughed angrily. Although Emperor Lagrand has the ability to command dragons, Emperor Lagrand's King of Dragons is based on hard power. In Roland's current situation, let alone the Royal Dragoons, there is not even a Dragon Knight squad. , my own strength is not that good, where do you get the courage to command the dragon?

"Then there's really no other way... I really don't know where I can recruit professionals like scouts along the way." Ormsk spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Sigh... I can only hope that the sign-in system will be more powerful... Although I haven't seen anything good for more than a month, I still have to look forward to it." Roland said silently in his heart.

"Okay, go get some rest early, I'll think about it again." Roland waved his hand to chase them away.

"Your Highness, I take my leave." Ormsk bowed and left.

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"Thank you, Lord Bion!" Roland held Bion's hand and thanked him.

"It doesn't matter, we are also in a cooperative relationship. After all, you paid the reward." Bion smiled honestly.

"Okay, we'll set off now. We have to trouble your people to ferry us to the other side." Roland nodded and smiled.

"Thank you, Lord Bion." Balin also stroked his chest and bowed.

"All the troops obey the order! Get aboard quickly! Moria is waving to us!" Roland shouted with a wave of his hand.

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