Chapter 414 The Iron Hills Army!

"Ahem! Fight! Descendants of Turin!" A person who surprised everyone appeared in the depths of the cave. The man's bleeding arms trembled and raised the warhammer and let out a deafening roar.

"Bahrain!" Ori quickly ran over to help him.

"You need to rest! This is not your battlefield!" Ouyin's face also changed wildly. After all, Bahrain is the backbone of everyone, the King of Moria!

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! I have become the king of this place here! I will also fight here! Until I die! This is my mission and responsibility!" Bahrain pushed away Ori who wanted to help him .

"Fight! Dwarves of the Longbeard clan! Fight! Descendants of Turin! If I fall before you, don't panic, don't be sad, wield your weapon until you die! I will serve you by Turin's side and bless you! Fight! ! The great Moria dwarf!" Balin roared at the top of his lungs, a trace of blood foam running down the corner of his mouth and dyeing his white beard red...

"Ahem..." Balin coughed up blood and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. His eyes were full of violence and murderous intent. He is the Lord of Moria after all! Even the most miserable king is still a king. As you can see, King Moria has not lost his glory yet!

"Bahrain, your situation is very bad!" Orionin whispered, but they knew that the huge wound that tore Bahrain's chest and abdomen was hard to imagine that it was caused by a bow and arrow!

"We need...me here, I am the king of Moria! The kingdom needs the king's protection and leadership!" Balin said stubbornly, he was more afraid of Moria falling again in his hands than death...

"Kill!" Balin took the lead and knocked the first orc to death with a hammer and roared.

"For home! For the kingdom! For the king! The Turin dwarves fight!" The remaining dwarves followed closely. They followed the king and started a bloody fight with the orcs at the east gate...

I don’t know how much time passed, but all the orcs that poured in like a tide suddenly disappeared, leaving only the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground and the wailing orcs who were not dead...

"Help the injured, we can't lose any more compatriots!" Bahrain, who was panting like an ox, could no longer hold on, and fell to his knees in the pile of corpses, panting heavily.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Kacha!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the blade piercing flesh and bones breaking, the half-orc who was still lying on the ground wailing suddenly "fell down to sleep" and had to say with emotion that youth is good! As for the injured dwarves, they will search carefully. If they are still breathing, they will be given first aid immediately. If they unfortunately die, they will be buried in the cave by the tribe...

"We...how many people are left!" Balin's mouth moved, and he finally said these words with difficulty. You can see that there is hope and desire in the eyes of this old dwarf. How much he wants to hear a number that makes him feel at ease. , at this moment, Bahrain is like a dying old man waiting for the judgment of fate.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Bahrain... We have less than two hundred people who can fight now... Including women and children, there are less than a thousand people." Ori said with difficulty.

"Oh no! Turin...I...I am a sinner..." Balin burst into tears. At this moment, he was no longer the majestic dwarf king of Moria, but a man who looked at the broken kingdom and the death and injury of his people. The exhausted old man is pitiful and pathetic.

Balin stood up tremblingly, holding on to the wall. His eyes were full of unwillingness and regret, pain and anger intertwined, and his steel teeth clenched his cheek tightly...

"Beard, how many tribesmen did we have back then... They returned to their homeland and originally thought they could live a happy and stable life... It's my fault! I can't give them anything!" Bahrain covered his face with tears.

Behind them, Ou Li and Ou Yin were at a loss as they watched Bahrain cry uncontrollably. They could only stand quietly behind Bahrain and watch him lick his wounds alone.

Balin looked at the devastated east gate of Moria, and suddenly had the illusion of traveling through time and space. He tried his best to reach out...

"The Battle of Azanubiza...King, father, brother..." As Balin muttered, the strong old dwarf finally fainted on the floor mixed with blood and soil in grief and anger.

"Bahrain!" Ouliouyin screamed and rushed forward...

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"Speed ​​up! Fast, fast, fast!" Iron-footed Dain rode his wild boar and kept urging his Iron-footed troops to move forward at full speed.

Like a long steel dragon, the Iron Foot Army was followed by a string of argali laden with supplies. The entire army quickly rushed towards Rapid City.

"King Roland! I need help!" The voice that came first was probably Dyne Ironfoot. He shouted from a distance, and his voice could be heard clearly even across the city two miles away.

"The Dwarf Iron Foot Army is here! It's the King of the Iron Hills!" Kaslo, who came back, appeared next to Roland.

"Let's go meet them!" Roland was not polite. After all, it was all a matter of friendship. He went out to meet Dain to see how he was doing recently.

"Are you okay? Dyne?" Roland rode out.

"Talking as we walk!" Dain drove his wild boar to Roland's side in a hurry.

"Do you know what happened in Moria?" Dyne asked.

"Of course! Is there anyone in the whole north who doesn't know about it?" Roland couldn't help but said.

"Thorin is really crazy! He actually took people there himself!" Dain complained to Roland, seeing that this 180-pound fat man had been wronged.

"It was out of consideration, but I can understand his eagerness to save people, and... why the hell are you here too?" Only then did Roland react. This guy had been talking about Thorin for a long time, but he didn't mention a word about it. Bar?

"Can it be the same? I am just the king of the Iron Hills! He is the king under the mountain!" Dain argued dissatisfiedly.

"Tell me, do you need my help?" Roland didn't intend to argue with Dine on this matter. Anyway, the two dwarf kings seemed to like charging into battle.

(Yun Feng: Can you look at yourself in front of others? Where is your face? You don’t need it at all?)

"Well, I really have something to trouble you. My troops need to cross the river!" Dyne spread his hands. It was obvious that the dwarf did not have a boat to cross the river.

"I understand, I will let my ship take you to the other side! The rest of the way is up to you. I can't directly participate in the battle this time!" Roland nodded.

"Yeah! But you still need to pay more attention to the safety near the Lonely Mountain! After all, Thorin took away most of the elites..." Daine said with some embarrassment.

"..." Roland grinned. Is that most of it? That's all! An army of 3,000 people may be nothing to humans, but to dwarves it is simply a nationwide attack!

"Of course, I will. I promised Thorin that Lagrand will not betray the covenant!" Roland nodded and said to Dyne.

"Thank you so much. I have to catch up with them quickly with these 1,200 soldiers. Please forgive me, King Roland!" Dain smiled happily.

"..." Roland was silent. You are all here to risk your lives, right? Don’t want it anymore in your hometown? Bet on your life? How did the small Iron Hills Kingdom gather 1,200 soldiers? Even during the Battle of Gushan, Dyne only brought 1,000 men.