Chapter 228 Entering the Mountain

"Thank you Bion. Let's go!" Roland thanked Bion who saw him off in person.

"Thank you, Lord Bion. I wish you good health and safety." Bahrain said, stroking his chest.

"I wish you success in regaining your homeland. Although I hate dwarves, those damn orcs and goblins are ten thousand times more disgusting than dwarves." Beorn smiled honestly.

"Goodbye." Roland waved his hand.

"Drive!" Knocking lightly on the horse's belly, the extremely humane Charles horse immediately kicked off its hooves and galloped away.

"Children, follow!" Balin waved his arms to greet the dwarf warriors who had just landed.

"Oh! Turin is getting on board I hate the bumpy ship!"

"Thank God! I swear on my beard! I'd be crazy not to dock again."

"Damn it! What on earth did I think that I would suffer the consequences of taking a boat again?" This person heard that it was a dwarf who came from the Western world.

"Hey! Work harder! If everyone is fast enough and we can reach our destination on time, we will enjoy soft toast at noon! Rich cheese and dried meat, and everyone will have a glass of beer!" Bahrain immediately offered up "Killing weapon", there is nothing better than alcohol to deal with dwarves.

"Torino! I feel much better!"

"Damn it! My legs are no longer weak! I can run another 10 miles without panting!"

"Yes! I can still run now!"

"Give way, give way, don't block my way!"

"Hey! Man, if you're not feeling well then why don't you give me your beer?"

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Roland was dumbfounded as he watched the dwarves, who were originally as decadent and lazy as dead dogs, undergo a "medical miracle" under Bahrain's beer offensive! Higher morale, if Lagrand soldiers are fighting for the king and their homeland, then this group of dwarves is undoubtedly fighting for alcohol and food!

"Oh God, Mom! I can actually see such a medical miracle in my lifetime! Isn't this effect stronger than the healing spells and magical spells?" Roland said in shock.

"Oh! My God, by the Dragon God...these dwarves are really..." Omsk smacked his lips, not knowing how to describe it.

"Maybe as long as they have enough drinks, they would even dare to chop the gods to show you?" Kaslo joked in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders.

"It seems that I have underestimated how much these dwarves are fond of wine." Roland shook his head in shock.

It has to be said that even boating in a river with gentle water flow is a kind of torture for dwarves who have no water ability. All dwarves hate this feeling of dangling, which makes them have no sense of security on the ground. Usually most of them They all get seasick...and the behavior of those dwarves on the boat just now...isn't worth mentioning. We should be lucky that the country of the dwarves has never been close to the sea. Otherwise, I really don’t know where the dwarves would find a navy to protect their routes.

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"Your Highness, come and have a taste!" Balin handed the roasted brown and oily hare to Roland.

Roland took it and a scent suddenly hit his nostrils. Only then did Roland realize that the roasted rabbit was sprinkled with various precious spices.

"I have to say that I still know too little about you dwarves. I always thought that only halflings were good at cooking! I didn't expect that your dwarves' barbecue skills are really good!" Roland admired and bit into the roasted rabbit. The browned skin was extremely crispy. , but the meat inside is extremely tender. At this moment, Roland finally realized what it means to be charred on the outside and tender on the inside! Paired with the special spices and salt made by the dwarves, Roland's appetite immediately whetted his appetite. After three times, five divided by two, a rabbit was eaten.

"Isn't it good?" Balin watched Roland finish eating the roast rabbit and turned the roast rabbit in his hand with a smile. Then he said proudly: "Your Highness, you underestimate the dwarves. When we have a party, we can compare it to the human kingdom." There are many nobles here. After all, dwarves are never stingy with their own people. How do you think our skills can be inferior? It’s not just halflings who can cook. I can’t guarantee anything else, but every dwarf has a skill. But my barbecue skills are genuine, who allows us to stay with the stove all day long!"

"That's true. I know those vampires among the human nobles very well!" Roland nodded. Although he has never seen the human nobles in Middle-earth, I think they are similar to those in the Middle Ages. There are only a handful of nobles who are willing to share with the people under their rule. It can be counted that most of them are vampires lying on the people like the mayor of Changhu Town!

"Yes! Greed is the original sin! The end is destruction!" Balin closed his eyes and said in pain. The destruction of both Kesadum and Erub was all because of greed! The dwarves' greedy exploration of the treasures in the underground world brought endless covetous eyes, and finally laid the groundwork for the end.

"We should be at the foot of the Misty Mountains." Roland changed this heavy topic.

"Yes, we just passed here last autumn!" Bahrain showed a somewhat nostalgic look.

"Yes! Who would have thought! The dwarves successfully recaptured the Lonely Mountain, and the name of the king under the mountain spread throughout the Middle Earth! It's your turn this time, Balin! Don't let us down!" Roland stared at Balin and said solemnly.

"You need the restoration of the old capital to show the glory of the dwarves' revival, and we need the wealth there to fill the people's bellies, repair the city defenses, and build villages... (and a dragonrider general!)" Roland's eyes were deep and long-term. , the failure of the expedition may be something that the dwarves can bear, after all, they have long been used to it. But Roland can't bear the impact of all this. Without funds, Rapid City cannot develop. Waiting for the caravan to trade? Then you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse! Maybe Roland won't be able to recruit 10,000 people to participate in the War of the Ring! If that were the case, Roland would be really shameless in the king's circle! You need to know which of the two major human kingdoms can't easily raise an army of ten thousand people?

"Of course, the dwarves will not disappoint their allies!" Balin said firmly.

"Then I wish you my best wishes in advance, Lord of Moria and His Highness the Dwarf King Balin!" Roland said with a smile.

"Um...it's a bit early to talk about this now." Balin wiped his cold sweat and said helplessly. King Roland's thinking must be too out-of-the-box. Moria blessed him with the title of king before he conquered it...

"Morning? It's late. Think about how to organize your succession ceremony. After all, you will be the first dwarf to successfully enter Moria in so many years." Roland shook his head. After all, even without Roland's help, Bahrain can be named Conqueror of Moria, let alone Roland leading an army to fight. The only variable is how many casualties there are!

"Caslow, cheer up the soldiers under your command! We are about to enter the Misty Mountains... I will bring them out, but I can't guarantee that I can bring each of them back, so even for myself, I hope They can cheer up! The road here is not easy to walk! And this time we don’t have the knights to hold the battle!" Roland frowned and called Castro to warn him.

"I understand, Your Highness!" Kaslow beat his chest and saluted, and immediately went down to convey Roland's order.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be your strongest wall. Anyone who wants to harm you must step over my body first!" Ormsk raised his majestic lance, and a clanging sound came from under his heavy helmet. Ormsk, who had been paddling and fishing along the way, stood next to Roland fully armed at this moment.

"Thank you, but I am also a knight!" Roland smiled leisurely, buckled down his visor and raised his lance!

"For our future... move forward!"

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