"Raise your shields! Hold your ground! The enemy is about to descend from the darkness! Pay attention to every corner in the dark!" Officers ran through the team and shouted.

"Children! Hold the position! Cleave their heads with axes! No one can stop us from returning home! Sons of Durin, fight for Khazad-dûm! Fight! Fight!" Balin, with a white beard, put on the heavy armor of the dwarf, and the double-edged axe in his hand gleamed coldly under the campfire. At this moment, the future king of Moria was walking in front of the team with an axe and a shield.

"Clang!" The sharp dragon-slaying sword was unsheathed. Roland took a deep breath, lifted Eliar, and walked towards the shield wall formed by the Raglan Royal Guards.

"People of Lagran! For our homeland! For our allies! For our future! Tear the enemy to pieces! The empire's revival is unstoppable! Any enemy who stands in the way of Lagran's army will be trampled into the ground and turned into dust! Follow the dragon flag and crush the enemy!" Roland, with his blood boiling, had just rushed forward for two steps when he was hugged by Caslo and dragged back.

"Let me go! The King of Lagrande will fight alongside his people!" Roland was obviously getting angry at this moment.

"Quiet! Your Highness! If you don't want Lagrande to lose its last king, then I suggest you stay back. Besides, your injuries are not serious enough for you to fight recklessly on the front line!" Caslo dragged Roland towards the general's tent frantically, shouting as he dragged him.

"Lagran's loyal royal guards! Form a team of ten! Protect the king! Remember, His Highness's life and safety are above all else! I want you to protect him with your own lives! And keep an eye on His Highness, I don't want him to appear in front of me during the battle!" After leaving Roland behind in the tent, Caslo shouted at the soldiers in formation in front.

Soon, ten fully armed guards, like human tanks, surrounded the tent and protected Roland tightly. As long as there was no large-scale enemy attack, any fish that slipped through the net would not be able to break through their defense line.

"Thank God! I was just wondering how to persuade His Highness to go back. Hey, but you're so rude! Aren't you afraid His Highness will blame you later?" Omsk said admiringly. Daring to drag the king away by force, that was no different from dragging a sack! Caslo was truly the bravest man he had ever met.

"It's okay, he will forgive me! Now we just need to bring him victory!" Caslo calmly put his helmet on his head and pulled down his visor. As one of the earliest generals to follow Roland, he knew clearly that his king seemed a little out of tune with this era, especially in terms of treating people. He did not have the aloofness and aloofness of other kings.

"Then let us repay Your Highness with a victory!" Omsk nodded in agreement.

"Be careful to protect yourself! I don't want you to exchange your lives with these damn black people! At the same time, this is also the will of His Highness! Your lives are much more valuable than theirs!" Caslo announced the order. He knew how much Roland valued the lives of his soldiers.

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"Alternate firing to provide cover! Damn it! Get out of this place! Go back to the camp! Let Tin Can deal with them!" the rangers shouted to each other.

"Fire! The camp is ahead! Brothers, hurry up! His Highness is ahead! Don't fall behind! Keep up!" The ranger captains of Lordaeron shouted at the top of their lungs.

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"Oh! Turin's beard! Look! Look! There are a lot of enemies!" Balin nervously clenched the axe handle.

"They're behind us! Be careful, those guys are good with their spears!" Suddenly, the jungle was broken by several figures. The dwarves, who had originally raised their battle axes, were surprised to find that they were actually half-elves rolling out! Several Lordaeron rangers dragged their injured companions to the front of the formation and quickly passed through the gap left by the dwarves.

"Hey! Friends! What's going on in there?" Balin turned his head and looked at the rangers who had just fought a bloody battle and asked.

"There were so many enemies, we couldn't see how many there were. We tried to resist, and you saw the result..." A ranger captain pointed at his battered men. Although no one was killed, many were still injured by spears! It was only the elven-blooded Lordaeron rangers who could evade those attacks so nimbly. If it were the Raglan Empire's heavily armored rangers, they would have suffered heavy casualties.

"You have worked hard, leave the rest to us!" Balin patted his heavy breastplate. The bright silver plate armor exuded the charm of steel in the dark night.

"Fight! Descendants of Durin! Pick up our glory! We have recaptured Lonely Mountain! We have crushed Azog! Now we want to return to our homeland! And these bastards want to stop us! Tell me! Children, do you agree?" Balin made the final mobilization before the war.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of axe handles hitting shields came in unison, which made all the Lagran soldiers look sideways.

"The situation seems to be better than I thought... The fighting spirit of this group of dwarves is very strong. They are truly worthy of being the descendants of Durin - the Dwarf Longbeard Clan." Kaslo sighed as he listened to the sound of the dwarf axes colliding with shields.

"Well! This battle is much easier to fight! These dwarves have a tenacious fighting spirit as you said. It seems we don't have to worry about them. I will go to the back to command!" Omsk nodded. Because he joined late, he did not catch up with the bloody battle of Lonely Mountain at the beginning of the restoration of the Kingdom of Lagran, but he also heard from the side how brave and fearless this dwarf tribe was. Facts proved that it was not a rumor.

"Stop!" The unique sound of a spear breaking through the air came from the darkness.

"Defense!" Balin shouted with his eyes wide open.

Before Balin finished speaking, a faint crimson glow emanated from the shields of all the dwarves! The Longbeard Dwarf's unique skill: Durin's Iron Wall!

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Dwarves, with their long lifespans like elves, have ample time to advance to professional ranks. So, while Thorin couldn't provide Balin with high-end combat power, an army of 500 first- and second-tier warriors would be no problem. This force was about to show the trolls why the dwarves had been able to maintain their position in Middle-earth for so many years!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Spears fell from the sky like raindrops. At this moment, the advantage of the dwarves' short stature was highlighted. The large shield at a 45° angle could completely cover their bodies. The dwarves hiding behind the large shield could only hear the crackling sound, and no attack could break through the defense!

"Ka!" Balin spat as he chopped off the wooden spear stuck in the shield with an axe.

"These rubbish think they can stop us with these things? They are overestimating themselves! The descendants of Turin attack!" Bahrain sounded the horn of counterattack.

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"The dwarves are in battle! It's Lord Balin's side...stay alert!" Kaslo frowned.

"It seems that the dwarves opened the battle before us." Omsk stood in front of the formation with his greatsword, blending in with the Dorwinion heavy-armored swordsmen beside him and looking majestic.

"Oli! It's from Bahrain! They are fighting!" Ou Yin turned his head and said anxiously.

"Trust him! He has more experience than us and he is our leader! Do our own job well! As an old soldier he knows what to do!" Ou Li said calmly.

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"Guards! What's going on?" Roland, who was under protection, also heard the shouts and screams. He quickly walked out of the tent and asked.

"Your Highness, it's dangerous outside. I suggest you go back. Also, the noise just now should be the dwarves and the trolls fighting." A royal guard blocked Roland with his body and explained to him.

"No, I have to go see our people... Follow me, soldiers!" Roland frowned.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I can't carry out your orders. Your injuries haven't healed yet. It's too dangerous ahead. I can't let you take the risk." The royal guards formed a circle and surrounded Roland.

"I feel I have an obligation to check on my soldiers," Roland said stiffly.

"But you have an even greater obligation to ensure your own safety. After all, we don't have another king, and you don't have any heirs." The royal guards were not moved at all.

"...You win..." Roland shrugged and stepped back.