MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 228 into the mountains

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"Thank you Beorn. Let's go!" Roland thanked Beorn who saw him off.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Biorn, may you be healthy and safe." Balin stroked his chest in greeting.

"I wish you success in recovering your homeland. Although I hate dwarves, those **** orcs and goblins are ten thousand times more disgusting than dwarves." Beorn smiled honestly.

"Goodbye." Roland waved his hand.

"Drive!" Gently knocking on the horse's belly, the extremely humane Charr horse immediately threw off its four hooves and galloped.

"Kids, follow!" Balin waved his arms to greet the dwarf warriors who had just landed.

"Oh! Turin aboard I hate pitching ships!"

"Thank God! I swear on my beard! I'm going crazy if I don't land again."

"Damn it! What on earth did I think to suffer another boat trip?" It sounded like a dwarf who had driven over from the western world.

"Hey! Come on! If everyone is fast enough and we can reach our destination on time, we will enjoy soft toast at noon! Rich cheese and jerky, and everyone will have a glass of beer!" Balin immediately offered "Killer", nothing is better against dwarves than alcohol.

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"Turin! I think I feel better!"

"Damn it! My legs are gone! I can run another 10 miles without panting!"

"Yes! I can still run now!"

"Give way, make way, don't get in my way!"

"Hey man, if you don't feel well why don't you give me your beer?"

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Roland stared dumbfounded at the sight of the decadent and lazy dwarves who were like dead dogs. Under the beer offensive in Bahrain, a "medical miracle!" Even higher morale, if LaGrand soldiers fought for the king and their homeland, then these dwarves were undoubtedly fighting for alcohol and food!

"God, Mom! I can actually see such a medical miracle in my lifetime! Isn't this effect better than the forbidden spells and magical spells of the healing department?" Roland was shocked.

"Oh! My God, God of Dragons...these dwarves are really..." Omsk slammed his lips, not knowing how to describe it.

"Maybe as long as they have enough drinks, even the gods dare to show you?" Kaslo shrugged his shoulders and teased in a low voice.

"It seems that I still underestimated how much these dwarves are fond of wine." Roland shook his head deeply shocked.

I have to say that even sailing in a river with gentle currents is a kind of torture for dwarves without water. All dwarves hate this dangling feeling, which makes them feel insecure. Everyone will be seasick... and the performance of those dwarves on the boat just now... don't talk about it. I should be glad that the country of the dwarves has never been near the sea, otherwise I really don't know where the dwarves can find a navy to protect their routes.

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"Your Highness, come and taste it!" Balin handed Roland the roasted brown and oily hare.

Roland took it casually, and suddenly a scent wafted into his nostrils. Only then did Roland realize that the roasted rabbit was sprinkled with all kinds of precious spices.

"I have to say that I know too little about you dwarves. I always thought that only halflings are good at cooking! I didn't expect your dwarves to be so good at grilling!" Roland admired, biting on the roasted rabbit, the burnt yellow skin was extremely crispy However, the meat inside is extremely tender. At this moment, Roland understood what it means to be tender on the outside and tender on the inside! Pairing it with the special spices and salt specially made by the dwarves immediately whetted Roland's appetite, and a rabbit would eat it.

"How good is it?" Balin watched as Roland finished eating the roasted rabbit and smiled and turned the roasted rabbit in his hand, and then proudly said: "Your Highness, you underestimate the dwarves, when we have a party, we are comparable to the human kingdom." There are a lot of nobles in this place. After all, dwarves are never stingy with their own people. Where do you think our craftsmanship can be? Halflings are not the only ones who can cook. I can’t guarantee anything else, but every dwarf has a skill. His barbecue skills are true, who made us stay with the stove all day long!"

"That's true. I know the group of vampires among the human nobles very well!" Roland nodded. Although the human nobles in Middle-earth have never seen it before, they are similar to those in the Middle Ages. The nobles are willing to share with the people under their rule. It can be counted, most of them are vampires lying on the people like the mayor of Changhu Town!

"Yeah! Greed is the original sin! The end is destruction!" Balin closed his eyes and said in pain, whether it was the destruction of Kesaddum or Yin Lubo, it was all because of greed! The dwarves greedily excavated the treasures of the underground world, but brought endless coveted eyes, and finally laid the groundwork for the end.

"We should be at the foot of the Misty Mountains." Roland changed the heavy topic.

"That's right, we just passed here last fall!" Bahrain showed a look of nostalgia.

"Yes! Who would have thought that! The dwarves successfully regained the Lonely Mountain, and the name of the king under the mountain spread throughout the Middle Earth! This time it's your turn, Bahrain! Don't let us down!" Roland stared at Bahrain and said solemnly.

"You need the recovery of the old capital to show the glory of the revival of the dwarves, and we need the wealth there to fill the stomachs of the people, repair the city defenses, and build villages... (and a dragon rider! Roland's eyes were deep and far-sighted, The failure of the expedition may be acceptable to the dwarves, after all, they have long been used to it. But Roland couldn't bear the impact of all this, and Rapid City couldn't develop without funds. Waiting for caravan business? Then we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey! Maybe Roland won't be able to get 10,000 people to participate in the battle of the Lord of the Rings! If so, Roland would really be ashamed to hang out in the king's circle! You must know which of the two kingdoms of mankind cannot easily pull up an army of ten thousand people?

"Of course, the dwarves will not disappoint their allies!" Balin said firmly.

"Then bless you in advance, Lord of Moria, Your Highness the Dwarf King Balin!" Roland laughed.

"Uh...it's a bit early to talk about this now." Balin wiped his cold sweat and said helplessly, this King Roland's thinking is too out of touch, and Moria has not captured Moria before he blessed himself as king...

"Early? It's late, think about how to do your succession ceremony. After all these years, you will be the first dwarf to successfully step into Moria." Roland shook his head. After all, even without Roland's help, Bahrain can be named the Conqueror of Moria, let alone Roland leading an army. The only variable is the number of casualties!

"Caslo, let the soldiers under your command cheer up! We are about to enter the Misty Mountains...I will bring them out, but I can't guarantee that I can bring everyone back, so even for myself I hope they Keep your spirits up! The road here is not easy! And this time we don't have a knight order!" Roland frowned and urged Caslo.

"I understand, Your Highness!" Caslo beat his chest and immediately went down to convey Roland's order.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be your most solid city wall. Anyone who wants to hurt you must first step on my corpse!" Omsk raised his majestic lance, and there was a sound of urgency under the heavy helmet. Omsk, who was constantly paddling for fish along the way, stood beside Roland in full armor at this moment.

"Thank you, but I'm also a knight!" Roland smiled leisurely, ruthlessly buckled down his armor and raised his lance!

"For our future...forward!"