"Balin! Be careful!" Roland suddenly screamed. After looking around, he immediately picked up a rough iron spear and threw it behind Balin. Even the best standard weapons made by the dwarves could not escape the passage of time. These goblins must have dug out these weapons from some corner.

"Ao!" The shrill roar frightened Balin. He then realized that a 5-meter-tall ogre appeared behind him, holding a huge axe in his hand, but now it was struggling to pull out the javelin embedded in its body.

"God of Turin! A giant ogre!" Balin's eyes showed surprise. It was obvious that this thing was beyond his expectations.

"Is this also part of your plan? Giant ogre?" Roland parried a spear and severed its legs with his backhand. From the darkness, ogres could be seen emerging in an endless stream...

"No! To be honest, I didn't even know these things existed!" Balin swung his battle axe to chop off the arm of a ogre, then smashed its head with a chain hammer.

"It looks like we made a mistake! But it doesn't matter! Charge out! Knights of Lagrande! Assemble!" Roland's blood boiled, and his fighting spirit surged up instantly. At this moment, he wished he could drink the enemy's blood with the lance and sword in his hands.

"Puchi!" Kaslo stabbed a cannibal who was approaching Roland to death with a sword.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, but you didn't bring any knights with you! If you need a charge, Omsk and I are willing to serve you!" Kaslo said to Roland while fighting back in style.

“…”Omsk.

“…” Roland.

"..." Balin looked confused.

"Well, it was an accident! Seeing them standing so closely together, I couldn't help but want to rush at them! Occupational disease, occupational disease..." Roland laughed awkwardly to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Balin! Gather the dwarves! The goblins are about to bury your people!" Roland suddenly saw a scene where dozens of goblins piled up against a dwarf. The dwarf was squeezed and unable to move. Countless rotten weapons stabbed at him through the gaps. Roland knew that if this continued, the dwarf fighting alone would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

"Ugh!" The dull sound of the horn echoed in Hall No. 10. Although this would attract more enemies, it was the fastest way of notification that Balin could think of.

"Clatter, clatter~" The dwarves who heard the horn fully demonstrated their military qualities. They quickly formed steel walls and placed them across the battlefield. In an instant, most of the goblins who dared to cross the line were killed by the dwarves in front of the shield wall.

"Crazy! They're going crazy!" Roland finally caught his breath. With the dwarves coordinating and Raglan's tin-canned men crushing them, the goblin offensive in Hall 10 was repressed. Only a few trolls remained hidden behind nearby stone pillars, waiting for an opportunity to attack. However, the Lordaeron Rangers had firmly pinned these lacking ranged attack capabilities. After a brief exchange of fire, the goblin archers had successfully experienced the destructive power of one of the world's finest ranger groups! Fifty Lordaeron Rangers fought nearly 200 goblin archers (let's just call them archers...) in a scene so horrific that everyone thought it was a massacre. Often, before the goblins could even draw their bows, a steel arrow would pierce their eyes with pinpoint accuracy...

"These giant ogres are so troublesome!" Balin came to Roland with a gloomy look on his face.

"What happened?" Looking at Balin's painful eyes, he seemed to have guessed something.

"The dwarf army has begun to lose men! Three of our warriors sacrificed their lives to reclaim their homeland... They were all killed by those giant ogres!" Balin closed his eyes in pain, and a few tears flowed down his face.

"Have they already started losing men? Tsk!" Roland frowned. Moria was indeed difficult to recapture. Three dwarves had already died shortly after entering. This was completely unavoidable. When those five-meter-tall ogres hurled heavy weapons down upon them, the dwarves were completely powerless. Their height disadvantage was immediately apparent. As for Roland's Raglan soldiers? Well, aside from the Lordaeron Rangers, these Raglan troops, who often advanced in formation, were truly formidable! Breaking through their defenses with the aid of their formations would require a bit of luck, unless the Orcs' individual strength could crush them. That required at least rank five or higher! And Omsk wasn't just a bunch of idlers. He saw the high-ranking Orcs as nothing more than light bulbs; they were his priority. As for the fragile Lordaeron Rangers? Given the giant trolls' lengthy attack delays, a Lordaeron Ranger could not only run 800 meters away but also fire a couple of arrows at them...

"The road ahead is still long, and we can't fill it with our lives..." Balin said firmly. He came to recapture Moria, not to take advantage of it. To occupy the necessary population and soldiers here is essential! Thorin will not give him a second expeditionary force. After all, these troops are considered Thorin's friendly funding, and Yinlubo's population is also scarce.

"Then let's be steady. Let's get rid of this first and spend the night here!" Roland nodded. More haste makes waste, and they can't speed up yet!

"Be careful, I see a lot of ogres hiding behind the pillars over there!" Balin said towards the shadows ahead.

"I'm afraid they are gathering their troops! I saw shield bearers!" Kaslo shook his head. These goblins were hiding in the darkness and gathering their troops. They had no intention of giving up the hall just like that.

"King Roland! I need your archers to shoot some rockets to light up the way ahead!" Balin squinted his eyes, not knowing how many enemies were waiting for them in the darkness.

"Rangers!" Roland waved his hand. It was a reasonable suggestion, wasn't it?

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" A cloth strip dipped in grease was wrapped around the arrow, and after being ignited, it was thrown out by the rangers of Lordaeron. Suddenly, a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling was heard in the distance. From time to time, a few "fire men" rolled and howled and rushed out, and soon they burned into charcoal and returned to calm.

"Hey! Have we disturbed the goblin's nest?" Through the light of the rocket, everyone saw the terrifying scene in front of them: layers of goblins huddled together in the shadows, waiting for their chance.

"Shoot! Guards of Lagran! Shoot!" Roland quickly ordered his long-range troops to suppress the fire. Although their attack was a drop in the bucket, it still caused considerable panic among the goblins.

"Push forward slowly! We have to compress their space and reduce our front line!" Kaslo whispered. Lack of manpower is still their biggest problem at the moment. 1,000 people spread out in this hall still seems too few.

"Push forward slowly!" Balin ordered, waving his battle axe.