Chapter 252 The Grand Staircase

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoosh!" The Smurf reluctantly used water magic to wash away the stains on Roland's body. Kaslo and Ormsk stood by with towels and other items.

"It's so disgusting! I..." Roland kept greeting the half-orcs, goblins and other women in the family. It could be seen that Roland was really angry.

"Well... Your Highness, this is a real war... without mercy, full of blood and filth..." Ormsk said slowly.

"I understand, this time it's so disgusting... It's the first time I've seen such a tragic situation. And don't these orcs never take a bath from birth to death?" Roland shook the water droplets from his hair helplessly.

"Do you think they care about hygiene?" Kaslo shrugged.

"Come! Help me! Wear the plate armor firmly for me! This thing is really a good thing!" Roland muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, he can effectively protect us!" Kaslo said with a cheerful smile.

"But having said that, Your Highness, how did you get yourself into this?" Ormsk asked in confusion.

"Ahem, didn't my foot slip...and then..." Roland was a little embarrassed to say.

"... Pay attention to your highness next time. It is very important for us heavy equipment professionals to have a stable base." Kasluo held his forehead and said solemnly. After all, maintaining balance is also something that heavy equipment professionals need to learn.

"By the way, what's going on at the front? You've all come back to see me. Have the orcs been driven away? Do we occupy this hall?" Roland asked questions like a barrage of questions.

"No, our soldiers have withdrawn from the battle. The front line has been taken over by the dwarves. We only have the Lordaeron Rangers left to provide them with long-range suppression..." Ormsk explained.

"God... are you sure the dwarves can withstand the pressure on the front line? Order the soldiers to rush back. Although you are worried about me, you can't put your allies in danger." Roland shook his head and said quickly to the two of them. After all, the dwarves Although people do not lack professionals, they already lack high-end combat capabilities. The hasty withdrawal of humans will definitely put pressure on the dwarves. Now I just hope that the situation will not be too bad...

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"Balin! How is the situation?" Roland saw Balin standing on several orc corpses from a distance and slashing hard. The enemy's blood was like a stream winding on his armor.

"Fight! Children of Turin! Fight! For our homeland!" Bahrain shouted with all his strength.

"Huh? King Roland, are you okay?" Balin looked up and saw Roland, who was dressed neatly.

"It's okay, what's going on now! I've ordered my soldiers to join the battle, you can ask the dwarves to withdraw!" Roland said.

"Okay! Floy! Let our children come back!" Balin raised his battle ax and said.

"I won't say much more. Let's have a good chat after this battle is over!" Roland looked at the tragic battle around him and drew out the Dragon Slaying Kendo.

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"Thank you, King Roland!" Balin looked at Roland who was treating the dwarf and expressed his sincere thanks.

"Sigh... I'm crying if I talk too much. If I had known I would have brought a few priests here..." Roland smiled bitterly and shook his head. When did he, a paladin, become a wet nurse? This is a question worth pondering.

"Okay! You'll be fine after a day or two of rest!" Roland patted the dwarf warrior's shoulder. The bone-deep wound on his abdomen had scabbed and healed. I have to say that magic is really a good thing!

Are holy skills considered magic? Roland didn't know and didn't intend to know. Anyway, the Paladin's ability to pump breasts made Roland feel very comfortable.

"Thank you for your trouble, King Roland. After taking this hall, we can go down the stairs to Hall No. 4. That hall is a tough one!" Balin sighed.

"Tell me about it?" Roland became interested.

"What do you think of Hall 10 and Hall 9? Are they grand?" Bahrain smiled bitterly.

"Of course, it's really a miracle that you dwarves built such a magnificent hall..." Roland said with emotion, and he could tell by looking at the spots. From this, we can see how many dwarves there were in Kesad-dum when it was most glorious, and how many there were. Did the dwarves lose their lives in the turmoil of this changing era? Today, only some of the dwarves are left living in the mountains of Middle-earth...

"Hall No. 4 is bigger than both of them combined..." Balin sighed.

"..." Roland was speechless. The closer he got to the center, the more orcs and goblins gathered. What was certain was that the larger the area, the more orcs and goblins could gather in the building.

"It's hard to fight. Our troops are too scattered inside, and this building for you dwarves... it's too easy to hide troops..." Kaslo pointed at these towering pillars with his forehead raised. Behind the rows of pillars Isn't hiding a group of goblins just like having fun? Those goblins who are better at climbing pillars than monkeys can hide behind the pillars and cause trouble for them.

"These are nothing. I'm worried about attacks from the dome. God knows how those damn guys are destroying our home!" Bahrain's eyes were bloodshot.

"Forget it, pack up and go!" Roland shook his head. Talking here can't solve any problems. What should be faced must be faced!

"Right? Where did the Balrog appear? It seems to be in front of the bridge? That should be Hall No. 4?" Roland rubbed his chin out of habit and thought.

"Let's get out of here and get something to eat first!" Roland suggested. He found that he was a little hungry, but the current environment was really not suitable for eating.

"That's fine! But we have to move faster. The orcs and goblins deep here should have been alerted by us!" Balin suggested. It should be said that it was fortunate that they entered Moria through the west gate. If they had entered Moria through the east gate, Entering... Balin shuddered when he thought about the number of orcs in Moria. The entrance at the east gate is much wider than the west gate, and the speed at which the orcs gather is not comparable here. Most of the orcs live near the east gate. There are more goblins at the west gate, so they wait until they enter. We didn't encounter strong resistance. If we entered through the east gate... it would be another battle in Moria.

"Well, just eat some bread and dried meat and drink some water!" Roland nodded. After all, the war was urgent and he didn't have much time to bury pots and make rice.

In this way, our wronged king gnawed dry bread and dried meat and led a group of wronged brothers on the rugged stone steps of Moria.

"My God! Balin, you dwarves are really powerful!" Roland raised his head and looked at the magnificent stone staircases. They connected the various platforms in the Moria Caves, forming a complex and magnificent underground. transportation network.

"Oh! Dragon God!" Kaslo grabbed a Dovinian heavy swordsman who was slipping, and the child almost fell into the abyss.

"Hey! It's so dangerous! Maybe you should install guardrails!" Roland shrugged.

"It was there before, it was made of wood, but it has been corrupted for thousands of years!" Balin shrugged and said helplessly. They couldn't ask orcs and goblins to maintain their homes for them.