"What's going on, King Roland?" Balin came over in grief, no longer caring about his sadness. He was horrified when he heard the word "fire demon".

"The spirit of your king, Nain I, is stationed here to suppress the Balrog forever. The Balrog has never entered the Fourth Hall, which means that the Balrog is now in the abyss beneath our feet!" Roland told Balin the history he had seen.

"Oh my god! The Great Mine? The Balrog is still in the Great Mine? How...how are we going to find him?" Balin said in panic. The Great Mine was arguably the deepest in Middle-earth. Who knew how deep the Dwarves had dug, but finding a Balrog hiding there was like looking for a needle in a haystack... And the Balrog was the key to this war. If he wasn't dealt with, Moria could be conquered again at any time. After all, the Dwarves couldn't just return and do nothing, right? The mine had to be mined! What if they alerted the Balrog again? The Balrog had retreated into the abyss simply out of fear of Nain I's power and residual power, but the next time the Balrog emerged, the Dwarves wouldn't have another Nain...

"It's troublesome. Now we have to make a decision... Should we clean up the orcs in Moria first, or find the Balrog and kill it..." Roland shrugged helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Balin, we have to go back before the autumn harvest. After all, we can't stay here for too long! We should be able to stay here for more than a month..." Roland said to Balin after thinking for a while.

"Oh! For the love of Turin..." Balin pulled at his hair, caught in a dilemma. He was certain the Balrog was seriously injured, and under the lingering power of Nairn, he wouldn't be able to cause trouble anytime soon, but he was definitely a ticking time bomb! While the orcs and goblins were also a major problem, the dwarves could still wipe them out if they were willing to pay the price!

"Think about it carefully, Balin. We are waiting for your decision: to continue moving forward or to wait for it here!" Roland patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Kill it! How dare that damned Fire Demon attack the Silver Dragon! Kill one if you see one! Hey! That guy from the Wind Dragon Clan! Come out quickly! Come with me and kill it!" Before Roland finished speaking, the Smurf in his arms flapped its wings and flew out, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it! Come back and don't be so mad. I don't know any dragons that are good at fighting underground! Don't take risks!" Roland quickly reached out and grabbed the crazy elf dragon that was courting death.

"Let me go! If you grab me again, I will bite off your claws! Dragons are not good at underground fighting? You will see it today!" The Smurf struggled and flapped his wings.

"Kaslo! Send Cardo to talk her out! This dragon's gone mad!" Roland was flung aside by the suddenly enlarged dragon, landing on his butt. The ten-meter-long dragon had lost its former cute and obedient demeanor; instead, it was noble and majestic! Its narrow eyes glanced at someone named Roland, who was trying to catch the dragon with his bare hands. The blue elf folded its wings and was about to glide down into the large mine...

"Bang!" The Smurf, who was ready to jump and even got into position, was pressed to the cold ground by a thick dragon claw in an unsightly manner.

The twenty-meter-long Storm Dragon, Cardo, raised his head to the heavens and let out a clear and passionate roar! With his powerful claws, he suppressed the Elf Dragon, a fellow dragon, with a look of human disdain in his eyes.

"Just you? With your body, are you going down there to feed the Fire Demon? The Abyss is nothing compared to the sky; there's no room for you to cast spells! You can't even break free from one of my claws, so how can you possibly fight the Fire Demon in hand-to-hand combat?" Cardo sneered, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. Cardo's veins flow with the blood of a Storm Dragon, who has battled the storms for years in the eye of the storm! Legend has it that wherever a Storm Dragon appears, it's inevitably accompanied by devastating storms. Imagine the strength of a Storm Dragon traversing such storms! Along with the Golden Dragon, Black Dragon, and Fire Dragon, this dragon is considered one of the most adept at hand-to-hand combat!

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"Roar! Let me go!" The Smurf was so ashamed and angry that he spat out a breath of elemental dragon.

"That's it? A tickle?" Under everyone's horrified gaze, Cardo withstood the Chaos Dragon Breath of all elements from the Dragon Mage!

"Have you had enough of this? Don't you think you've caused enough trouble?" The mature Cardo looked helplessly at the Smurf pinned down by his claws, speechless. This little guy really loves to mess around. That Chaos Dragon Breath just now was definitely not that easy to take. It was all thanks to the powerful defense of the dragon scales and Cardo's quick defense, otherwise the part that was hit would definitely be torn to pieces...

"Hold on! Your Highness has his own considerations! Remember your loyalty to the Empire!" Kaldor reluctantly released his claws and warned. The young elven dragon might be treating war as a joke. He couldn't defeat the Balrog with mere passion! Just because this race could hunt down the Silver Dragon Rider, we couldn't take it lightly! Moreover, this was the Fire of Udun that destroyed the Dwarven Kingdom! They were survivors of the War of Wrath! Any disregard would cost their lives!

"Okay, stop it. Come back, Smurf. We will take revenge, but I have to hear what our friends say first!" Roland coaxed the Smurf, and the pressure was put on Balin again.

"What's your decision, Lord Balin? Will you quickly eliminate the orcs of Moria and become the King of Moria, or will you resolve the historical issue of the Balrog here?" Roland looked at Balin and waited for his answer.

"..." Balin looked into the abyss, then looked at the remains of Nain kneeling in the ruins, and his eyes immediately turned red again...

"We stay here! Kill it! The dwarves need its head to give an account to their ancestors!" Balin said coldly. The hatred between the Balrog and the Dwarves of Moria is simply inexhaustible! Both sides are in a mortal conflict. One disturbed his slumber, and the other destroyed someone else's home. They would beat the hell out of a dog's brains if they met!

"Well, we'll set up camp in the Fourth Hall! Balin, have your men lead the way and guard the exit of the Fourth Hall for us. From the Hall of Marsabul onwards, it's all the world of Orcs!" Roland sighed. There were relatively few Orcs encountered here, and most of them were Goblins who were good at climbing. This was because the might of the Dwarf King of Nain blocked most of the Orcs who wanted to cross the Fourth Hall. But the Hall of Marsabul behind the Fourth Hall was different. That was where Azog established the Orc Kingdom. Although Azog took away a large number of elite soldiers in the Battle of Five Armies, the population base of the Orcs in Moria should not be underestimated.

"No problem! I'll take you there!" Balin nodded. He didn't want the orcs to pop out from behind and "steal" him when the coalition forces were fighting the Balrog. That would be fun!

"Omsk! Go and lead the Dowinian heavy swordsmen to guard the exit! They are good at fighting in such a narrow area!" Roland turned his head and looked at Omsk.

"As for Caslo, come and help me figure out how to fish out this big guy down there!" Roland rubbed his chin and looked at the big mine pit, lost in thought.