MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 266 Scourge War (5)

"Speed ​​up!" Balin encouraged the dwarves while waving a hoe.

Roland was helping them carry the excavated stones. He still found it very funny to watch these dwarves suddenly change from powerful predators to gold miners like groundhogs.

"Bahrain! How long will it take!" Roland couldn't help but look at the thick pile of rubble.

"Hurry up! King Roland! Give us 10 minutes! The dwarves will let you stand in the Marsabul Hall!" Balin said heavily.

】

"Um!"

…

"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... As if inexhaustible, coupled with the necessary healing skills for home travel and robbing houses, Kaslo and Omsk can only say that the three days and three nights of the war described in the epic is really a narrative rather than an exaggeration!

"Can you still fight? Go up and fight for a while!" Caslo panted while propping himself up with the dragon gun.

"I... can't do it! How about you!" Omsk shook his head and knelt on one knee, he was also exhausted.

"His Royal Highness, come and save us..." Caslo said angrily. He and Omsk could only stare blankly at his bottomed-out fighting spirit, and saluted the two natural disaster-level combat powers with fists to the flesh.

Obviously, after losing the restraint of humans, Kaldor is obviously at a disadvantage, and the original combination of offense and defense gradually tends to be defensive.

wind! Quick but lacking stamina! The power of the wind attribute comes from the instantaneous burst or the extreme destructive power in a short period of time, but in terms of duration, it is far inferior to the fire element. Fire can burn blazingly, but the wind can only dissipate slowly... During the hand-to-hand fight with the Balrog For a moment, Kaldor gave up his best field - high altitude and attack! Although Fenglong's lineage's hand-to-hand combat ability is outstanding, there is still a slight gap in the face of the fire-type Balrog who is also in the first row of the hand-to-hand echelon. Not to mention the seasoned experience and insight of this Balrog, Kaldor left countless wounds in a short while.

…

"It works! Reinforce the entrance!" Balin said excitedly, and the fellow dwarves took out wooden planks and iron nails and began to fix the entrance.

"This...fuck! Is this going to collapse?" Roland couldn't help asking after looking at the low hole that could only be bent down by humans.

"Don't worry, King Roland! The reputation of dwarf industry is as strong as our weapons!" Balin slapped his chest loudly.

"Gudu!" Roland swallowed, lowered his head worriedly, and walked in behind Balin. It was only then that Roland realized that the holes dug by these dwarves were based on their figures! Seeing how Bahrain is walking like a tiger, it has not been affected in the slightest.

"Marsabul Hall!" Balin looked at the magnificent stone arch with emotion.

"Don't be emotional! Find Black Arrow quickly! Watch out for the attacks of orcs and goblins!" Roland patted him on the shoulder and interrupted.

"Pfft!" A novice Lordaeron ranger shot and killed a hiding half-orc.

"Pay attention, brothers! There are half-orcs inside!" The rangers loudly reminded their companions around them, while quickly putting arrows on the longbow and advancing with the troops.

"One two three! Boom!"

"One two three! Boom!"

"Boom!" The heavy wooden door fell down, and a group of dwarves successfully knocked open the door of a side hall with rams, and the soldiers behind quickly filed in.

"There are enemies! Call for reinforcements!" Not long after, a dwarf staggered out covered in blood, and he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Attack!" A group of LaGrand city guards around heard the dwarf's call for help and rushed over immediately.

"What's the situation?" asked the leading squad leader.

"There are goblins inside! There are a lot of them! At least a hundred of them! A few of us are trapped!" the dwarf said quickly out of breath.

"Lead the way!" The squad leader immediately waved his hand to signal the attack.

Soon the wolf-like guards of LaGrand City poured into the side hall, and there was a burst of fierce fighting sounds, which soon became calm, and soon a team of dwarf-human allied forces came out with the wounded .

"There is no black arrow found here!" The team leader shouted and made a mark at the entrance.

"Go! Next place!"

…

"They won't encounter anything, right?" Caslo said anxiously looking at the place where Roland disappeared.

"Don't think about it! Restore your fighting spirit!" Omsk immediately reprimanded him. He knew that Roland, except for the Balrog, could walk sideways in Moria now with the army in his hand!

"Oh!" Caslo shook his head and drove those thoughts out of his mind.

…

"Have you noticed? Our people are waiting for that thing to save their lives!" Roland said anxiously.

"King Roland, calm down, I'm looking for it! The dwarves don't produce many of them! Give them some time!" Balin rubbed his hands and comforted him, but his heart tightened suddenly... No way! No way! Has Moria run out of black arrows? It shouldn't be! There should be some spares for the Black Arrow in every region!

Suddenly Bahrain's body froze, he mechanically turned his head to look at the position of the fourth hall, and almost cried without being "moved", no way! Shouldn't it? Wouldn't Ninn I have shot all the black arrows? Balin shivered, and a shadow was cast in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Roland, who was circling in circles, almost polished the floor! Finally, there was a loud commotion in the distance.

"I found it! I found it!" A Lordaeron ranger quickly ran out holding a dusty thing.

"Your Highness! Black Arrow!" He presented it to Roland as if offering a treasure.

"Just... one?" Roland took the black arrow, and he brushed off the dust on the black arrow with his hand, and said in surprise. The heavy black arrow in his hand exuded the same chilling light as it did thousands of years ago. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com No creature would be willing to be shot by this thing. Seeing the black arrow again, Roland felt a little complicated. Now he felt that he was so similar to Bard back then! They both have only one arrow, but they have to hunt down a huge monster. Fortunately, Roland still has a last knife player, so he has two chances!

"One?" Balin's hanging heart was relieved, as long as there is a black arrow! etc? one? one! What is one black arrow enough for? Grind the Balrog's teeth?

"Look! Keep looking! There will be at least 50 spare arrows in this hall!" Balin roared, a black arrow is too low threat to the Balrog...

"Wait! Remember to find the dwarven spear launcher!" Roland quickly reminded the soldiers, if there is no such thing... Could it be that Roland threw it with his own hands?

"Your Highness! It's here! But I guess the strings on it won't be used anymore!" A soldier pointed to the high platform at the entrance, where the dwarf soldiers used to be on guard.

"Ahem! Sure enough, it doesn't work!" Roland, who climbed up in a cloud of dust, shook his head in disappointment, but fortunately, he can repair it on the spot! At this moment, Roland was extremely grateful for the useful sundries generated by the system, such as—exquisite and durable bowstrings!