Chapter 270 Battle of the Bridge

"Then it's settled! Let's go through the east gate!" Roland took a bite of the bread filled with fragrant barbecue and sighed happily. It is more comfortable to have a full stomach than an empty stomach.

"Bahrain, we will not be far from your goal of restoring the country!" Roland looked in the direction of the bridge, his eyes deep and distant.

"Ah! Yes! Thank you for your help along the way! If it weren't for you... we would have no hope of recovering our country! Kesad-dûm will never be able to welcome back his people, and the remains of our ancestors will still be left here to be attacked by evil spirits. Blasphemy!" Balin said gratefully.

"..." Roland looked at Balin silently. How could this strong old dwarf know that in that parallel world without him, he alone and dozens of dwarves took back the city at his own expense! The only fly in the ointment is that they didn't get rid of the Balrog...

"Bless you!" Roland said silently in his heart. These tenacious dwarves have continued to thrive in Middle-earth, and they have fought against the elves! Defeat the darkness! They believe in Turin! This is the dwarf Longbeard clan! Ruler of Kezad-dûm! The owner of the kingdom under the mountain! Lord of the Iron Hills! They are descendants of Turin!

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"Have a good sleep. We are just one final battle away from regaining this place!" Roland patted Balin on the shoulder. At this time, Balin was still looking at the fallen remains of the Balrog and couldn't help himself for a long time.

"Thank you for your concern! King Roland!" Balin quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's okay! Let's have a good rest! If we win the next battle..." Roland showed an encouraging look.

"King of Moria - Balin! I will bear witness to you as the king of Lagrand Kingdom! I will crown you personally!" Roland said with a smile.

"Thank you... thank you!" Balin trembled, he had never asked for this throne! But the throne at this moment is within easy reach of him.

"Think about it! The talented Thorin Oakenshield sits on the Lonely Mountain! Rules the kingdom under the mountain! And you Balin! The brave and fearless restorer! You will return to Moria as a descendant of Turin and inherit the legacy here The throne!" Roland said solemnly.

"I believe Thorin will bless you! After all, he doesn't have the ability or skill to rule such a large territory! No matter in terms of qualifications or merit, no one is more suitable to sit on this throne than you! Don't give yourself too much credit. The pressure!" Roland smiled and patted Balin on the shoulder to let him relax.

"Can I really do this?" Balin's trembling beard betrayed his excitement.

"Of course! If you don't go looking for the Seven Rings of the Dwarves alone!" The last sentence was what Roland said in his heart.

"Balin! Listen to my advice, don't go out of your territory alone, let alone search for the Seven Rings of Dwarfs left by your ancestors! That will not be good for you! Sauron has been looking for the Seven Rings of Power of the Dwarves! If you If you don’t want to cause another disaster for Moria!” Roland solemnly warned Bahrain.

"I will!" Balin thought for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Bahrain promised him that he would definitely do it! The dwarves' credibility is as strong as their stubbornness. As long as Balin doesn't seek death, Moria will definitely be a big help in the future War of the Ring! Never again will the North and the South be blocked by the Misty Mountains and unable to support each other. The crisis facing the North is even more terrifying than that in the South!

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"We've arrived at Marsabul Hall!" Roland said. After all, this was his second time here.

"Yes, we can see the bridge after passing here!" Balin said.

"The Bridge of Turin can be regarded as a wonder of your Moria!" Roland said to Balin. It was the Bridge of Turin that killed the Balrog and Gandalf, but it was also the bridge that allowed Gandalf to obtain newborn!

"Safe!" Carlos came to Roland with his sword in hand. He just checked the surroundings and found that there was no dangerous place.

"Let's go, get out of here! Quickly cross the bridge and let's capture the Royal Hall!" Roland shook his head and said to his subordinates.

"If I remember correctly, the Royal Government Hall should lead directly to the east gate, right?" Roland thought for a moment and said.

"That's right! The Royal Hall does lead directly to the east gate! As long as you pass through the Royal Hall, you can leave through the east gate!" Bahrain nodded.

"Let's go! Cross the bridge first!" Roland said to Balin.

"No! Your Highness! Something happened on the other side of the bridge! Orcs are gathering! They actually gathered on the other side!" Ormsk suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"What's going on? How could the orcs know?" Roland asked in surprise.

"Our advance team alerted the orcs! They left sentries at this end of the bridge!" Ormsk clenched his fists, he was here to move the rescue troops! Originally, he wanted to go alone and clear out the orcs on the other side, but he found that a large area of ​​land at both ends of the bridge had fine cracks! These orcs have never maintained this bridge at all! If you accidentally apply too much force, the bridge will collapse! Omsk suddenly wanted to die!

"What? Hurry! Organize everyone to rush over! We can't let them destroy the bridge! Otherwise we won't be able to cross!" Bahrain said anxiously. If the bridge was not the only way to the other side before, but after so many years in Kaisad-dûm, Those wooden bridges had long been in disrepair and were completely damaged! If the bridge is destroyed, then they can only go down to the mine to find the Endless Stairs and climb up the mountain to the east gate!

"Quick! Rangers! Stop the enemy!" Roland left and sent out the Lordaeron rangers to stop them. After all, these lightly-armed rangers are faster and more flexible!

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"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Ding Dong!"

When Roland and everyone arrived, there were at least dozens of corpses piled together on the other side of the Turin Bridge.

"Help! City guards! Shoot them!" the rangers yelled at the top of their lungs. Although this short distance of several dozen meters did not allow the spear to be used to its full potential, the hand crossbows of the Lagrand City guards were just within its range. !

"Pfft!" Rows of hand crossbows poured out arrows rapidly, and the speed of the orcs was immediately stopped.

"Cross the bridge! Let's cover! Stop the giant troll!" A ranger captain drew his longbow and suddenly knocked down a giant troll and shouted.

Looking at the giant troll appearing in the field of vision, everyone fell into fear. As long as the warhammer in the guy's hand was knocked, if the bridge did not fall apart, Roland said that he would have the same surname as the orcs in the future.

"Kill!" A group of dwarves quickly moved their legs and ran over. They raised their battle axes and quickly cleared away the orcs who tried to approach, and quickly threw the corpses off the cliff to prevent the corpses from crushing the land around the bridge and causing collapse.

"Royal Guards separate into a team! Cross the bridge quickly! Stop the giant trolls!" Roland looked at the giant trolls that had knocked the dwarves away.