As the long night was about to pass, more and more trolls could no longer sit still. They jumped out of the jungle and continued to harass the coalition forces with spears. As time passed, the anxious trolls began to frantically attack the camp's defense line. Their oppressive bodies slammed fiercely on the steel defense lines, but they could only retreat with wailing and screaming.

"These damn black skins really hold grudges! And their sense of territory is too strong..." Omsk swung his sharp sword. No less than ten trolls had died under his sword just now. Although the attack range of the cavalry sword is not as far as the lance, the cavalry sword is really more flexible and easier to use than the lance in the knights' infantry combat. Of course, if you are talking about the knights' infantry battle formation when groups of knights dismounted to form a shield wall and held up their lances to push forward... some heavy infantrymen who were beaten to tears might tell you how strong those long and hard lances are!

However, considering Roland's current assets, he does not have the luxury to deploy his knights in a meat-mincing positional battle. As for knight infantry combat, it is definitely a temporary pleasure but a crematorium in terms of cost. Apart from those high-level lords who spend their money in the game and can afford to fight in this way, only the great lords of the Lagran Empire have the ability to do so.

However, in this battle, Omsk did not fight with all his strength. After all, the entry of a sixth-level hero was no different from a dragon entering a village. That was not how he killed the young. Omsk just casually killed some trolls who jumped over the defense line and tried to go deeper. The rest was left to Dorwinion's heavy swordsmen and city guards to practice. He would not admit that he was just lazy.

On the other side, Caslo was much more dedicated to his duties. Although he did not show the absolute dominance of a dragon knight, he still tried his best to advance and retreat with the royal guards. Well, he was not like some old salted fish who were slacking off.

Although Kaslo did not summon the giant dragon Cardo to help, the terrifying dragon power still burst out from his body. Although the trolls attacked their defenses fearlessly, they subconsciously avoided Kaslo's position. The aura emanating from his body made these simple-minded trolls know that this human was not easy to mess with!

"Damn it! Looks like I've really regressed... Now even ground combat is so rusty!" Kaslo rued, distressed that his last strike hadn't cleaved a troll in two. However, this was also related to Kaslo's shift in fighting style. Compared to the Dragon Riders' grappling and kiting tactics, the Dragon Riders prioritized a single point to penetrate the enemy! Imagine a dragon spear, tens of meters long, emanating from a combined battle energy and dragon power, swooping down from a height of hundreds of meters to smash into the enemy formation. The raging dragon power and battle energy could completely shred any resistance. Therefore, Dragon Riders rarely specialize in slashing abilities; their fighting style is always a thrust from the sky!

Soon, there were only a few trolls left in front of Kaslo, and it was difficult for them to make a difference. Seeing this, Kaslo sheathed his sword with a dull look on his face and turned to walk into the camp.

"Clean up your tail, I don't want any accidents to happen! Remember to finish off the enemy!" After waving his hand behind him, Caslo decided to go and "apologize" to King Roland.

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"Aha!" Balin shouted loudly and put his head close to the head of the troll lying on the ground. However, the cracking sound of the troll's skull and the deflated head made this originally warm scene inexplicably bloody.

"Great! Kids, we did it! The descendants of Turin are invincible! These black guys have interpreted the meaning of this sentence with their brains! Now keep on being alert! And give these bastards who are still breathing a good beating!" Balin twisted the belt around his waist, put the bloody double-edged axe on his back, and strode towards the general's tent. He had to ask what the others were doing.

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"Good evening! My dear Knight Kaslo!" Roland sat on a simple chair and emphasized the word "dear".

"Oh! Dragon God! There is no need to be like this, Your Highness. If you say that, His Highness Grand Duke Nix will kill me when he gets back. I don't want to be your dear. I like girls with fair skin and perfect figures!" Hungry and thirsty, Caslo grabbed the barbecue on the table and took a few big bites. He then drank a glass of water before coming back to his senses.

"...Hehe, you're really capable now. You actually dare to let someone put me under house arrest!" Roland was not affected by Caslo's jokes at all. The joints of his hands were cracking.

"I didn't want to do this, but a great king was almost killed by a spear today. In order to avoid neglecting my duty, I have to resort to this desperate measure. You should understand..." Caslo said with a smile as he struggled with the golden roasted leg of lamb.

"Good fellow! We are fighting bloody battles outside and you are here enjoying the barbecue?" Roland was about to speak when Omsk lifted the curtain and walked in. He saw Kaslo eating heartily, and then saw Roland with a sullen face.

"Hello, Your Highness. The rest of the battle is basically over." Omsk saluted.

"Sit down and replenish your energy. You've been tired all night." Roland pointed to the seat.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"The enemy has been completely wiped out. Come back and take a look." Kaslo glanced at Omsk and said calmly.

"Are the results of the battle out?" Roland asked with concern.

"No, it's too dark. I don't plan to let the soldiers take the risk of counting the results of the battle. I cannot rule out the possibility that there are enemies hiding in the woods." Caslo wiped the grease from his mouth with his hands.

"We don't have any here either. After all, the city guards and the returning rangers shot and killed many enemies in the dark, and it is impossible to count them." Omsk shrugged and poured himself a glass of water.

"God bless you! Balin! Are these guys crazy? How dare they? Use their flesh and blood to attack the dwarven heavy armor? Durin! How can there be such stupid intelligent creatures? It's a miracle they didn't die!"

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"Hahaha! I killed twenty-six of them! I have to admit, they were really big! They even blew away part of the shield wall next to me. Those poor guys were dancing in the air, and then fell to the ground!"

At the door, Balin returned with some members of the Lonely Mountain Expedition. It was clear that Oli and Oyin were no longer in trouble. As for Balin… Roland didn't believe anything along the way could pose a threat to him. His personal charm and martial prowess were undoubtedly among the best among the dwarves! He had the blood of the Dwarven King flowing through his veins! He possessed the charisma and courage of a king!

"He will become a king, and a good king! He has the qualities that a king should have. It seems that the revival of the Moria dwarves is unstoppable!" Omsk looked at Balin who came in and whispered to Kaslo.

"Welcome back, Your Highness!" Roland said, silently thinking to himself, this wise old warrior had once been the last light of Moria in the Third Age. But the future had changed. If nothing unexpected happened, Balin would be able to sit firmly on the throne of King of Moria, and the Balrog would no longer be able to influence the city. After all, he had offended the dragon clan... and even killed the Silver Dragon... Thinking of this, Roland shed "tears" for the poor Balrog. Rest in peace... But it seems that the parts of the Balrog are very valuable? Thinking of this, Roland's mind became active.