Chapter 223 Attacks Everywhere

The group advanced quickly under the vigilance of the rangers. Fortunately, they were all wearing armor, otherwise the thorns everywhere would have been enough to scrape their clothes into beggar's suits.

"Dang!" There was a crisp sound of a hard object hitting a shield, and a Lagrande guard at the front was knocked back a few steps by a spear thrown from nowhere.

"Counterattack!" The enraged Lagrang City Guards were no pushovers. Compared to the short-armed Lagrang Royal Guards, the Lagrang City Guards at least had the ability to counterattack at medium range. These brave soldiers picked up the Lagrang crossbows slung across their waists and fired blindly in the direction of the attack. Regardless of whether they could hit the target or not, fire suppression was a must. It was a pity that there were no mages in the team, otherwise the wealthy Lagrang army would not mind a few rounds of magic to cleanse the ground first. This attack mode was somewhat similar to that of a certain country on Blue Star that was not very civilized. When long-range firepower was dominant, the Lagrang soldiers were even unwilling to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. After all, the magicians could just blow their brains out, and there was no need for them to fight desperately.

"puff!"

“Dudu!”

"Bang!"

As countless sharp arrows flew out, there was a sound of flying wood chips, mixed with the faint sound of sharp arrows piercing flesh and painful groans.

"Those bastards are shot! Rangers! Go check! Chop off their heads if possible!" The Raglan City guards, upon hearing the commotion, certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. Everyone loves to kick a fallen dog's ass. The rangers easily captured a few injured trolls. If the Raglan City guards weren't heavily armored, they would have chopped off those guys' heads long ago.

Soon, several Lordaeron rangers came out with blood-stained scimitars. These rangers of half-elf descent had unparalleled control over the scimitars, so they did not use longswords as melee weapons like most rangers of the Raglan Empire.

"We killed ten of them, but left two behind and let them run away! Guys, your crossbows are very accurate!" The Lordaeron Ranger gave a thumbs up to the guards of Raglan City. Most of the trolls were injured by these light but powerful crossbows, so their battle was very easy.

"We can't compare with you, so we can only shoot blindly. Your eyes are as sharp as eagles, and the bows in your hands are as tricky as griffins!" The city guards offered their compliments.

"Oh! Turin! I've had enough!" Oli helplessly put down the sword and shield in his hands. Seeing the humans discussing their battle results, and then looking at the shields and swords in their hands, the dwarves felt extremely frustrated.

"I miss Kili..." Oyin said blankly, staring at the Lordaeron rangers. After all, it was a well-known fact in Middle-earth that dwarves were not good archers. At least there weren't many dwarves who could be considered archers like Kili. Therefore, most of the dwarves' long-range attacks came from crossbows, which didn't require any talent after all...

"Oh! Thorin... you are truly a great and wise Dwarf King!" Balin began to marvel at Thorin's wisdom. Thorin must have known long ago that the Mirkwood would be a catastrophic disaster after the spring, otherwise, with Thorin's radical personality, why wouldn't he have come? Thorin's brother probably had no expectations for this operation at all. He was only providing Balin with various financial support out of friendship and a desire to give it a try. After all, Erebor had been recovered! The Lonely Mountain Kingdom once again stood tall in Middle-earth, and the Dwarves had found their home. While it would be great if the Mines of Moria could be reclaimed, it wouldn't be a big deal if they couldn't, as they had been lost for so many years.

Balin's successful opportunity to embark on this expedition was truly a stroke of luck. If Dain Ironfoot had succeeded to the throne, he would have offered no financial support at all, and Balin would have been forced to embark on a self-funded expedition. Fortunately, Thorin, a man of nostalgia, provided Balin with a full army of 500 men! This was far superior to Balin's historical expeditions, which were short on talent. Moreover, a regular army equipped with standard Dwarven armor and weapons was far more effective than a self-funded expedition. If Balin had been more careful after reclaiming Moria and not been fooled by those Orcs, Moria would have at least become the next Dwarf gathering place.

"Dwarf friends, please be patient. Once you get out of this forest, it will be time for you to show your power. But for now, please protect yourselves and don't easily stick your bodies out of the shield..." Looking at the anxious dwarves, Kaslo had to go and comfort them himself. After all, Omsk was commanding the army at the front, and Roland was recovering from his injuries. It seemed that no one else would go there except him.

"You are right! Sir Dragon Rider!" Balin said respectfully. Although they were very anxious in this environment where they could be attacked at any time, the influence of a Dragon Rider was enough to make the proud and stubborn dwarves bow their heads. Although the dwarves were stubborn and even rigid, they were not brain-damaged after all. No one would have a quarrel with a Dragon Rider who could decide the success or failure of their expedition.

Seeing Balin start to appease the dwarves under his command, Kaslo breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not have to be responsible for the dwarves' behavior, they were still his allies after all. Letting them lose men in such a meaningless place would simply be harmful to his side. For every dwarf lost, his soldiers would have to bear more burdens.

"Ahem! Kaslo, where are we?" Roland, who was being carried on a stretcher by two royal guards, tucked his leather back and whispered. He was badly injured! Thanks again to the system for the Lord's Gold Armor, which allowed him to escape the gates of hell without any warning.

"Your Highness, you should rest. Although your ribs aren't broken, they're already covered in cracks!" Kaslo pointed out pointedly. Although the material of the spear didn't penetrate the armor, it was no ordinary javelin! It was imbued with the power of the trolls. The trolls' fighting spirit, with the terrifying impact, penetrated the plate armor and cracked Roland's sternum.

"I feel much better! How is the situation now?" Roland asked with all his strength.

"...He's still badly injured, his sternum is almost broken..." Caslo ignored Roland and grabbed his hand, transferring his battle energy into his body to check. Caslo frowned immediately after checking, Roland's injury had worsened!

"Dragon God! We should have brought a few priests with us!" Omsk clutched his hair helplessly. Some within the Kingdom of Lagran had originally opposed Roland's personal expedition, but out of curiosity about Moria and a thirst for the thrill of battle, Roland ultimately decided to lead the expedition himself! Now something was wrong!

"Take good care of His Highness, he needs to rest!" Caslo could only give orders to the royal guards who were protecting Roland closely. Roland's current injuries could only be treated with rest except for magic. If Renault was there, perhaps it wouldn't be a big problem. After all, Roland would be almost healed with a few holy spells.

"Holy Light!" Roland raised his hand to his chest. Suddenly, a soft yet dazzling light appeared in his palm. He then pressed his hand directly to his chest. After all, he could only heal himself now. Thank you to the system for allowing him to change his class to become a Paladin! Roland said silently in his heart.