"As expected!" Omsk looked enlightened after entering the fourth hall, as if confirming what he thought.

"Oh! Turin!" Balin collapsed to his knees in grief. He saw countless pillars in the fourth hall tilted and collapsed, and the ground was covered with stone crystals melted by the Balrog's intense heat. What surprised Roland most was the large number of lumps of iron formed by the cooling of molten iron scattered on the ground. Countless iron filings flew everywhere, and broken weapons, melted armor, and shattered bones were scattered throughout the hall...

"My Lord! This is our ancestor!" Ou Li's eyes were red.

"Descendants of Turin! What have you been through?" Floin knelt on the ground, supporting his body with an axe, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh my God! This is a cemetery!" Roland was horrified. He was deeply shocked by the scene before him. This must be one of the most tragic battlefields of the dwarves! Countless elite dwarf warriors fought here, using their lives to stop the Balrog's advance and give their families time to escape.

"This is the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor!" Kaslo sighed as he dug out a broken piece of armor from the ruins. Even after being washed away by the long river of time, it still looked rough and thick.

"It's still usable! The dragon-slaying armor that could block dragon flames has been battered like this... Dragon God! Just what kind of Fire Demon are we facing?" Omsk looked at the armor, torn from the waist. The remains of its former owner's upper body still remained inside the armor, but it had been reduced to bones... Looking at the obvious cracks caused by melting and burning, one could imagine how terrifying this Fire Demon was!

"It must be that the waist was melted off by the Flame Demon's flaming whip!" Roland couldn't help shuddering as he looked at the hideous wound.

"This is Hall No. 4! We have to find Hall No. 3 (Masabour Hall) and then go to the bridge! After crossing the bridge, we will find the Royal Palace!" Balin wiped his tears and said painfully.

"The Halls of Marsabul? Didn't the Fellowship of the Ring encounter the Balrog there?" Roland's heart moved and he suddenly remembered.

"Be alert! The Balrog might be hiding nearby!" Roland was extremely cautious. He saw that the dwarf's dragon-slaying armor had been melted by the Balrog. He didn't know if his own lord's armor could withstand the Balrog's attack. Anyway, he didn't plan to try.

"This is a serious matter! Your Highness! Lord Balin! You should come and see this! Dragon God!" Caslo's terrified voice came. Roland had hardly heard Caslo's voice like this before.

"What happened?" Roland walked around some piles of rubble and poked his head out.

"Oh no! Oh! God! Turin! Have mercy on your descendants! Why is this happening!" Balin quickly stepped forward and after a careful examination, he burst into tears.

"Who is this?" Roland looked curiously at the remains kneeling on one knee on the ruins of several stone pillars. It seemed as if time had not passed at all, miraculously preserving his body.

"No! His body has turned to stone!" Roland shrank and immediately began to observe carefully.

"This is the remains of a dwarf overlord! He seemed to have used some secret method of sacrificing his life. After the effect of the secret method ended, his life was burned out and he turned into a stone statue!" Kaslo said in a respectful tone.

"Wait? Is this a dwarf? Why do I feel like he's taller than me even when he's squatting? Is he a giant?" Roland asked in confusion.

"It's the dwarf! He has entered a bloodthirsty frenzy! His blood is boiling with rage! Maybe he even has the strength to move mountains! He has become like this under the effects of a series of combat skills! Didn't you notice that his armor has been blown apart?" Omsk pointed to some debris around him.

"Who is he?" Roland couldn't help but wonder about the identity of this former dwarf overlord! He was, after all, the sixth-rank warrior, so how could he have perished in such an unfortunate way? It looked like he was fighting for his life. The cracked, curled axe in his hand told him his opponent was the Balrog. Sadly, it looked like he'd failed. He couldn't stop the Balrog, and instead, he sacrificed himself.

"Nairn! Son of Turin VI! Nairn I!" Omsk, who was well-read in history books, quickly found this person's identity in his memory.

"So it's him!" Roland nodded immediately as if he understood. At that moment, he suddenly realized why Balin was crying so sadly. This was their ancestor! Their former king!

More and more dwarves came here. They all saw the tall figure in the ruins and his petrified face. More and more dwarves shed tears of sorrow. They cried sadly but their eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent. An unknown will gathered in the hearts of all the dwarves.

"Military spirit? Or military momentum?" Omsk keenly noticed the difference between these soldiers. Their temperament had changed fundamentally from before.

"If they survive this battle, the dwarves will have a legion rivaling the Ironfoot!" Kaslo, who had also come to Omsk's side, said with deep emotion. Little did he know that the future, renowned Skullcrusher Legion was being born today!

"He is a great king and a qualified king! The human kingdoms in the south should come and see him and learn from him!" Thinking of the rulers of Gondor and Rohan, Roland couldn't help but feel the veins on his head throbbing.

"What a pity... he couldn't stop the fire demon!" Roland said regretfully.

Looking at the weeping dwarf army, everyone in the Kingdom of Lagran fell silent. They understood the dwarves' sadness and could feel their anger.

"I'm sorry, King Roland, I lost my composure. Please give us some time. We need to collect the bodies of the soldiers! Now that we are back home, we can't let them continue to lie here!" Balin whispered with red eyes, and left without waiting for Roland to speak.

"Let everyone take a break. If you can help, you can help the dwarves. They are all feeling bad right now..." Roland looked at the figure kneeling under the petrified body of Nain I. For a moment, he felt that Balin had aged a lot, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away in an instant.

"Is there a book here?" Roland sat down and found something wrong. He fumbled around for a few times and found the "culprit" that was holding him up.

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"Caslo? Come! Take a look!" Roland glanced at it for a few times, and when he found that he could not recognize the dwarven language, he gave up decisively. He still needed a professional to come.

"Is this a diary?" Caslo took the dusty book in surprise. The parchment inside was mostly damaged and tattered due to the erosion of time, and only a few words could still be recognized.

"We have awakened... the underground... demon! It... is blazing... and wielding... its long...! The king has...! Today... his son... has been sacrificed! The horn of war has sounded again!... We are about to face... the... final... battle!" Caslo translated haltingly.

"The handwriting is too blurry to be seen clearly! Ah this..." Caslo turned the page casually, but he never expected that the whole parchment would shatter and scatter all over the floor.

"Okay, I roughly understand what happened!" Roland said in a deep voice, recalling part of the plot.