Chapter 269 Planning

"It's over!" Roland sat down on the ground and gasped.

"Well! It's over! We won!" Bahrain also sat on the ground without any image.

"Tell me what you think!" Roland said quietly, looking at the huge remains of the Balrog.

"Of course it's to recapture the whole of Moria!" Balin found a bottle of wine from somewhere and drank it down.

"Don't tell me! I'm still nagging after this Balrog dies! I don't even know what to do when I get down!" Balin seemed at a loss because of his excitement. Sitting on the ground, he kicked his legs unconsciously.

"Let everyone have a good rest! Our dragon also needs to rest, she is seriously injured!" Roland looked worriedly at the Smurfette who was protected by the royal guards in the center. At this moment, she had shrunk. The body shape has become the size of a house cat.

"Is your dragon okay?" Balin's expression also changed. After all, the elf dragon's injury was caused by them. This... how much pension should be given to a dragon? Waiting online! Very urgent!

"It's not fatal, but the injury is serious. I won't be able to fight for a long time..." Roland sighed. The Smurf was trampled by the Balrog's war trample, and several ribs were broken, not to mention the internal organs. He was also bruised! On the outside, nothing seems to be wrong, but Kaldor tells Kaslo that his own people have suffered serious internal injuries!

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Balin asked quickly, looking at Roland with some shame.

"It's okay, she will be fine after a period of training. Anyway, there is no need for her to fight now!" Roland waved his hands and didn't care. Even the elf dragon is a pure-blood dragon! That vitality is so strong! As long as he doesn't die for a few days at most, he will be alive and well. After all, the elf dragon is the dragon that is closest to nature and has a lot of life-saving and recovery skills.

"Your Highness, this is for you!" Casro, who was covered in blood, took out the heart of the Balrog that he had just dug out and handed it to Roland.

"Thank you! Go down and clean yourself and have a good rest!" Roland threw the Fire Demon's Heart into the system space.

"Omsk! Lead everyone to make rice! Let's get everyone some hot food to eat!" Roland swallowed, and he also felt the hunger in his belly.

"No problem!" Ormsk's eyes lit up. He had just spent a lot of energy in the battle, and there was nothing more comforting than eating a hot meal.

"Your Highness? Mr. Ormsk asked us to ask you for ingredients! And who are we to eat with?" A group of Lordaeron rangers came over and looked at Roland, who was sitting on the ground without any image, and said softly.

"Oh! Okay, no problem! I'll look for it!" Roland rummaged around in the system's air force in embarrassment. He asked people to cook without giving them pots, pans, or ingredients...

"Thank you, Your Highness. If nothing happens, we will go back and resume our lives!" The Lordaeron rangers pulled in some soldiers to help them transport things to the open space in the square.

"Oh! Turin! You actually use a space ring to hold vegetables?" Balin was shocked by Roland's luxury.

"Haha! It's passed down from ancestors and has a large capacity. If you can make everyone's life better outside, let's try to make everyone's life better!" Roland smiled and shook his head. Thanks to the vastness of the system space, Roland can put his Put down all the miscellaneous things.

"Let me go and see what they have done!" Roland swallowed as he smelled the aroma of baking bread.

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"Omsk, what are they doing?" Roland looked curiously at his soldiers busy around the campfire.

"Toast bread, lettuce wraps and barbecue! Salted fish soup and some bits and pieces of barbecue!" Ormsk smacked his mouth.

"Not bad! I'm waiting for dinner!" Roland patted him on the shoulder.

"Why didn't you notice this before? Our rangers are so skilled!" Roland shook his head in amazement.

"Haha! These rangers have been wandering in the jungle all year round. Self-sufficiency is their survival instinct. They are one of the few half-elf armies in the empire. I can only say that they are very lucky to be able to pass down the army!" Ormsk said with emotion.

"Your Highness, dinner is ready!" A ranger ran over and said to Roland.

"No problem, please go and inform Kaslo. That guy should be sleeping so he doesn't miss his meal." Roland warned.

"Bahrain! Let's eat!" Roland tapped the silver bowl in his hand with his kuai.

"Oh! King Roland, your tableware is so strange! Two sticks?" Balin looked at the tachyon in Roland's hand curiously.

"Haha, it's just the tableware from my hometown..." Roland shook his head, but inexplicably began to miss the blue planet...

"It's not bad here, at least it's a king, isn't it?" Roland comforted himself.

"Hey! Caslo! It's time to eat! Be energetic!" Roland shook the sleepy Caslo.

"Ah~ Hello, Your Highness! I'm so sleepy~ My muscles are sore after fighting with that Balrog guy for a long time!" Kaslo began to complain to Roland.

"Uh... Eat well and go to sleep slowly. If you fall asleep now, you will wake up hungry and there will be no hot food to eat!" Roland said.

"That makes sense!" Kaslo unceremoniously picked up a piece of toasted bread that was as long as a forearm and as thick as a palm, then broke open the crispy-skinned bread and sandwiched vegetables and barbecued meat between it.

"Hey! Did you learn from me?" Roland teased. It seems that Roujiamo has no geographical boundaries. (There is almost no difference between a hamburger and a roujiamo.)

Sure enough, Lagrand's soldiers all imitated Castro's way of eating. This has to do with Roland's first eating. Compared with the way everyone eats one bite of bread, one bite of barbecue and one bite of wine, this way of eating It is obviously more time-saving and labor-saving, and it won't feel greasy when paired with vegetables. It can be said that it is suitable for all ages and is suitable for both men and women! It didn't take long for it to become popular throughout the Swift River City area.

"Don't just eat! Come and take a look! We are about to kill Moria! I want you two to refer to it for the rest of the way!" Roland took out a map while chewing on the otherworldly version of the meat buns. on the ground.

"Hey! This map is very accurate!" Balin said in surprise.

"Well, it's just so-so." Roland said with a careless eye. After all, this was given by the system when he signed in not long ago, and it was much more detailed than all the maps now.

"Look, you two, should we return to Rivendell via the original route from the west gate, cross the Misty Mountains, cross the river from the old pass, take the old forest road, and return to Rapid City, or should we pass through Lorien via the east gate and take the Anduin River north to the old pass?" Roland He pointed at the map and asked the two of them.

"Of course, take the east gate! Isn't it a circle to go back the way we came?" Kaslo shrugged.

"I'm mainly afraid of accidents along the way. After all, we have never been here at the eastern foot of the Misty Mountains. We don't know the distribution of forces very well..." Roland was a little worried.

"Pfft!" Omsk laughed and almost choked.

He struggled to swallow the food in his mouth and said to Roland: "No matter what kind of accident happens, I believe our army will handle it all! Under the sword, the truth is determined by us!" A flash in Omsk's eyes A hint of murderous intent. If there really is a blind existence, whether it is a human or an orc, Lagrand's heavy infantry will tell them, forever! Don't block the Lagrand soldiers' way home!