"Run away? You really won't fight again?" Seeing that there was really no movement, Omsk hurriedly spoke to keep him, but unfortunately only his own voice was lost in the wind.

"How dare he get to the position of the Fourth Ringwraith?" Omsk was truly shocked. It was the first time he had seen a Ringwraith run away after a slight loss, and such decisiveness was simply breathtaking. Omsk wondered if his own blow hadn't been fatal. Besides looking a little disheveled, it had barely affected Amorathor. Although it looked severely wounded, Amorathor, trapped in darkness, could quickly mobilize the power of shadows to repair himself. So there was no need to run. At least he could survive a few more blows!

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"What's the situation?" Roland looked at Omsk, who was covered in blood, and ran over quickly, pulling him up to examine him carefully.

"It's okay, the enemy has been identified! The fourth Ringwraith, Amoratho!" Omsk nodded and said to Roland.

"Where are the others?" Roland asked nervously.

"They ran away! And the orc army seems to have retreated as well!" Omsk shook his head.

"You beat him?" Roland asked excitedly.

"No, no, no! It's a draw at most. In fact, we can't do anything to each other. Even if I can wear him down, it will take a few days. But I don't know why this guy is too cowardly... He just ran away." Omsk said helplessly, covering his face.

"Ah? This is the appearance of the Fourth Ringwraith? They just run away after suffering a little loss?" Caslo was also shocked. He always thought that the Ringwraiths were the kind with rotten brains. They wanted to destroy all living things when they saw them. Wouldn't they beat the human heroes who were against them into submission?

"Forget it, it's better to leave. We are here to recapture Moria, not to fight the orcs of Gangbada!" Balin let out a long sigh. The dwarves without the support of war equipment had a hard time facing the orcs' wolf cavalry.

"Okay, let's cheer up. After guarding the night, we will rest in the morning and set off at noon!" Roland said hurriedly, looking at the tired soldiers.

"Your Highness! Thank you for your kindness!"

"Thank God..."

Looking at the soldiers who had been extremely nervous all night, Roland grinned helplessly. "What a shame! Look at these idiots, they stay up all night and do all sorts of things for themselves! If you can, why don't you all eat and drink enough to recharge your energy and come and fight in broad daylight?"

"Your Highness, you should also take a rest. Omsk and I will stand guard!" Caslo advised.

"It's okay..." Roland shook his head.

"Your Highness, you still have a chest injury. The internal bleeding caused by blunt trauma is not easy to heal! Although you have healed it with holy light, be careful not to leave hidden injuries and hidden dangers, which will make your future advancement difficult!" Caslo threatened.

"Um... I think your suggestion makes sense! Then I'll go and rest first. Thank you for your hard work!" Roland quickly turned around and left. You know, in this broken place like Middle-earth, strength is the best guarantee and pass. Roland still wants to become a hero. It would be bad if his future was affected by a mere hidden injury.

"Uh, is it okay for you to lie to His Highness like this? Aren't you afraid that His Highness will kill you if he finds out? How can the divine power, one of the highest powers, be as despicable as you say? Can there be hidden dangers under the healing of holy light? Aren't you afraid that the Paladins and Holy Priests will kill you?" Omsk looked at Kaslo with admiration as if he were looking at a warrior! He really is worthy of being His Highness's favorite! He's different! He just talks nonsense without any preparation.

"Ahem, keep it a secret! Don't let it slip, or His Highness will forget about it after a while..." Caslo coughed dryly a few times and warned hurriedly.

"Good guy! You want to drag a decent person into trouble? I won't get on your pirate ship! If Your Highness asks, I will tell you the truth..." Omsk glanced at Kaslo with a mischievous look on his face.

"...It turns out that our friendship is not strong, right?" Caslo said gently.

"No, no, no! This has nothing to do with friendship. I just want to see you being beaten up by His Highness." Omsk smiled evilly, but to Kaslo, this smile was like the cold air of the coldest days of winter rising up along his tailbone.

"It's okay, I will drag you down with me even if I die!" Kaslo looked at Omsk very friendly (with gritted teeth) with a "deeply affectionate" face.

"Oh! Dragon God! You can't drag me down with this! In your Highness's eyes, I've always been a hardworking, capable, hardworking, and calm Knight Lagrande! You can't ruin my image like this!" Omsk's eyes widened immediately. Oh my God! This damn bastard wants to destroy my honor? As a knight who values honor more than life, he never expected that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Kaslo, would slander his innocence out of thin air...

"Wait... I'll keep silent!" Omsk finally succumbed to Kaslo's "tyranny." Your Highness, I'm not trying to deceive you, but Kaslo is just not a human being...

"Oh! That's right! Am I lying? This is a white lie!" Caslo taught.

"Isn't this a crime of deceiving the king?" Omsk felt a headache. His king and his most trusted personal guard were simply a bunch of snakes and rats... Oh no! Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick!

"Be careful, His Highness is very kind, he won't blame you for these things!" Caslo shook his head. He had followed Roland since he was a humble man and was Roland's first general. So as they grew up together, their relationship was more like friends than a monarch and his subject. They could joke with each other, and they didn't have the alienation towards the king that those colleagues who joined later had.

"Alas... this is what it's like to be alone!" Caslo couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw the cautious Omsk. When a person stands too high, he will have no real friends around him. Caslo suddenly understood Roland's loneliness.

"Perhaps I should spend more time with Grand Duke Nyx in the future. His Highness always shows the happiest smile when he is with Grand Duke Nyx... It's better not to let His Highness go on such expeditions in the future!" Kaslo silently calculated in his heart. Something almost happened this time. If it weren't for the strong strength of Omsk and the cowardice of the fourth Ringwraith, he would definitely not have a good night tonight. And the cause of all this was just because of a royal flag!

"Oh~ Empire! Empire! What can I do to save you?" Kaslo whispered softly in the dark night, holding his dragon flute tightly in his hand. The water in this world is too deep, and as a dragon rider, he can still feel his own insignificance.

"The long night will eventually end, and light will come again! I will follow under the dragon flag and fulfill my original oath!" Kaslo raised his head and looked at the sun that was just beginning to rise in the east and smiled.

"It's daybreak! Leave enough sentries and let the others take turns to rest!" Kaslo jumped up from the ground full of energy, patted the loose dust on his body, and he still shouted loudly as usual.

The whole camp was bustling with activity, warmth and reliability!

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