Chapter 432: Stop the War

"Alas..." Balin sighed and did not refuse the kindness of the two men. The two dwarf kings assigned all the people of the Blue Mountains to Balin. The empty Moria needed these descendants of Turin to make him prosperous.

"I hope the orcs can stop for a while, we can't have another war like this!" Balin murmured, looking at the dome.

"..." The three dwarf kings fell into silence. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The orcs' counterattack made everyone unexpected. Moria, the shortest plank on the barrel, was targeted by the darkness, but it was different from the other. The difference in history is that Moria's military power is stronger than in history, and Bahrain has not been successfully assassinated by the orcs, and Sauron's power has not officially appeared in the foreground, so the Nazgul are still wary.

"Okay, let's stay for a few more days. If there is no movement from the orcs, we will take the tribe back!" Thorin and Dine looked at each other and said to Balin.

"Okay, let everyone have a good rest!" Balin stood up and said to the two dwarf kings.

"Well, everyone needs a good rest. Everyone has worked hard this time!" Thorin said.

"By the way, have all our clansmen who died in the battle been buried?" Dain asked, with a somewhat lonely look in his eyes.

"Arrangements are being made... Moria soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and we are still digging caves." Bahrain sighed. There were too many casualties and there was no time to even bury the soldiers.

"Let's go take a look." Thorin scratched his hair.

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"How many casualties were there?" Thorin said with envy as he looked at the pile of coffins.

"..." Balin wiped his tears and said nothing.

"Oh...Dol Guldur...Gambada, how many more lives do we have to pay..." Dain murmured.

"But if we have the chance, we still have to kill them all! We can't leave hidden dangers to future generations!" Thorin's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I hope those allies will be more reliable... The dwarves can no longer face the darkness alone and launch a battle." Balin said calmly.

"King Roland is still good, but the elf..." Dain frowned and looked at Thorin.

"The Thingre elves are reliable for attacking Dol Guldur, but Thrando Yin..." Thorin shook his head, and Thorin was still worried about the woodland elves' inflicting insults.

"The kingdom established by the northern nomadic tribe next to it also has no ability to counterattack." Bahrain also added.

"I guess King Roland has a big head. Since the founding of the Kingdom of Raglan, their war carriages have never stopped. They are also tired of fighting..." Thorin shook his head. King Roland can be relied on but cannot catch one. Gather the sheep's wool! Thorin could see clearly that King Roland and his soldiers almost held back the enemies in the east and south with all their strength. Even Roland, the enemy in the north, took the time to go over and slap him twice.

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"It's over, feel relieved! The dwarf has won!" Roland held Nyx in his arms. He was so free of fuss and just hugged Nyx tightly, enjoying the rare tenderness.

"Then what are you going to do when you come down?" Nicks said delicately. With eyes full of spring water, Nicks hugged Roland tenderly, pressed his face against Roland's chest and listened quietly to Roland's heartbeat.

"Of course - we are preparing for our wedding!" Roland hugged Nyx and kissed him gently.

He stretched out his hand and gestured towards the void. The north roared outside the window, and the glass was blown loudly, but the room was still as warm as spring. The pond fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the firelight reflected the two people's faces red. Face.

"Well..." Nyx glanced at Roland shyly and did not answer. He just twirled his long hair with his hands at a loss.

"Oh, time flies so fast. Girl, please take a good rest at home. Don't go out to blow the wind and catch the cold!" Roland patted Nyx's head, his eyes full of tenderness, and then stood up to go out for a patrol.

"You..." Nyx quickly put the fur coat on Roland.

"Roland, do you have to go out?" asked Nyx.

"Of course I have to take a look! You can't see the king squatting in the castle all day long, right? It's my duty to patrol the kingdom." Roland laughed and shook his head.

"Oh." Nyx didn't say much, and just tightened the leather jacket on Roland.

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"Winter is coming..." Kaslo and Roland looked at each other and smiled.

"Yes, it's been a year!" Roland also said with emotion.

"Where are we going?" Kaslo asked.

"Go and take a look at the city and the city walls!" Roland wrapped his hands with the battle energy flames, which directly blocked the severe cold.

"Okay!" Kaslo ordered a few knights to follow Roland.

"Huh? There's a bakery here?" Roland looked at the smoke-emitting house in the distance and immediately saw the bakery sign above.

"Well, this is a bakery run by a homeless citizen." Kaslo obviously knew the details of this shop.

"How does it taste?" Roland asked curiously.

"Thick bread, brushed with homemade jam, already tastes great!" Kaslo nodded.

"Thick bread? Not brown bread?" Roland said in surprise. Thick bread is different from black bread. Strictly speaking, thick bread is the lowest form of white bread. Compared with black bread mixed with bran and wheat husks, it doesn't matter. Whether it’s the taste or everything, it’s much stronger.

Don’t you know the standard of living in your kingdom and the virtues? Not to mention whether anyone can afford it, but where does their capital come from?

"Well, don't underestimate the homeless citizens... Unlike the homeless villagers, they usually carry some gold coins, silver coins or valuable jewelry. They use Imperial Dragon Coins, and we also recognize their purchasing power." Kaslo Telling.

"Shall I go?" Roland was stunned. Good guy, it turns out that refugees still have this mechanism! The refreshed villagers and refugees will have a probability of carrying some farming equipment, and the best one that can be refreshed is the farming ox! Citizens will spend some money or jewelry.

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"Hoo ho ho~ it's hot!" Roland almost got a blister in his mouth after taking one sip. The warm bread was wrapped with homemade wild jam. The aroma of wheat was sour and sweet after one sip, which made the pores all over his body open in the cold winter. .

"How's it going? Not bad, right?" Kaslo smiled.

"Thank you, the great Dragon Rider General, for the treat." Roland smiled and waved the bread in his hand to Caslo.

"No, don't dare to take it seriously..." Kaslo waved his hand and took a bite of bread.

"Gudong~" The stomachs of the surrounding knights made strange noises.

Everyone blushed, and more than a dozen glances were cast at Caslo, who had a strange look on his face. Finally, Caslo sighed helplessly and took out some money from his arms.

"Boss, one for each." Kaslo shrugged.

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"Kaba, kacha!" Everyone gnawed on the toasted, crispy bread and followed Roland aimlessly on the road.

While gnawing bread, Roland despised the group of knights who ate strangely. Looking at them, those who didn't know better thought that Roland was abusing them and depriving them of food.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Suddenly a war horse galloped over, and the knight on top waved and shouted to Roland.

"What's wrong?" Roland was still confused when he saw the person getting off his horse and then pushed Roland up.

"Lord Lafitte Anthony said it's about to hatch! Let's hurry back!" the knight said anxiously.