"Boom!" The green dragon breath and the scorching flames collided with each other, and a violent shock wave suddenly exploded. Everyone standing in the square could feel the obvious shaking.

"It's climbing!" Cardo turned his head to look at his knight, waiting for Kaslo's order.

"Your Highness!" Caslo looked at Roland. He needed Roland's instructions at this moment.

"If we attack it from this height, will it fall to its death?" Roland asked in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid it's just some scrapes!" Caslo's face changed but he still spoke truthfully.

"Let it up! We are here! We will fight it in the place where the dwarf ancestors fought! But this time we have to kill it! Balin! Gather your troops! Omsk! Gather our army!" Roland said coldly.

"At your service!" Balin said excitedly, waving his fist. He knew that if this battle went smoothly, Moria would truly return to the Dwarves, and he would be the hero who would restore Moria! The owner of the Great Mine, the King of Moria—Balin!

"Wherever your thoughts lead, that's where our swords will point!" Omsk knelt on one knee and beat his chest.

"A broken country cannot hide our former glory! Dusty battle flags cannot cover our eyes! Brutal enemies cannot break our pride! People of Lagran! Stand up! We fight for the future!" Roland roared and raised the Dragon Slaying Sword.

All the soldiers stood up and gathered towards their king. The fear and anxiety in their eyes had been replaced by enthusiasm! This was their king! They fought for him!

"Fight! Fight! Children of Durin! Behind you is the place where Durin's glory fell! Today we will regain our glory once again! The heroic spirits of our ancestors are watching us from behind! Perhaps we will fall today! But the enemy cannot step over our corpses! Fight! Children of Khazad-dûm! Declare war on darkness!" Balin brandished his battle axe to mobilize the Dwarf Expeditionary Force, but the Dwarves did not need to be mobilized. At this moment, the Dwarves' eyes were bloodshot! They slammed their weapons against their shields, making a deafening roar! At this moment, like their Dwarven ancestors thousands of years ago, they formed a Dwarven phalanx, ingrained in their bones, and marched out of the ruins of the Fourth Hall in orderly steps. Behind them, the sarcophagus of Nain I gleamed brightly in the light of the torches...

"Strangle the Balrog! Take back our home!" Balin's hands trembled with excitement. The dwarves behind him almost all put on the dragon-slaying armor left by the dwarves of Moria. The tattered armor, along with the wishes of their ancestors, accompanied them to fight on this land again!

Unlike the dwarves, the Lagran soldiers seemed very silent at this moment. They stood silently in their positions, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to fight with their king!

"Roar!" The Fire Demon angrily climbed the stone wall, its anger seemingly making it forget the fear of the dragon! It roared and climbed over the mountain, its scorching flames turning the surrounding stones into magma...

The drums of war are beating! Closer! Closer! The beasts of Moria's depths bare their fangs. Fire! Death! And evil! The deepest evil beneath the city draws near.

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"Crack!" A huge, red, burning claw appeared. If Roland hadn't known in advance that it was a fire demon, he would have thought it was a fire dragon's claw.

"Ah!" A huge head with curved horns and burning flames popped out, magma flowing on the hideous face, and the heavy breath was mixed with the smell of sulfur and smoke. The remains of the War of Wrath - the Fire of Udun has returned to Moria!

"Ang!" Cardo took the lead! He took advantage of the Balrog's precarious position and spewed out a high-energy, compressed Storm Dragon Breath! The compressed wind blades left a series of fine wounds on the Balrog's body.

"Roar!" Under everyone's horrified gaze, the Fire Demon took a big step forward, braving Cardo's dragon breath! He slapped Cardo hard in the face!

The enormous force blew the ferocious dragon head away, and it hit the ground hard, leaving a rough scratch!

"Roar!" The elemental torrent successfully blocked the Fire Demon who was trying to pursue the victory. The Fire Demon staggered and turned his head to find the Smurf who was attacking him.

"Ah! Woo!" The fire demon howled and pounced over, grabbed the elven dragon's slender neck and slammed it to the ground.

"Bang!" Large pieces of stone slabs shattered radially with the place where the Smurf hit as the center. The Smurf who grabbed the Balrog's arm tried to resist, but unfortunately the elven dragon with weak melee ability could not escape the Balrog's strange power at all!

"Light and Shadow Slash!" Omsk appeared where he should have been. His sharp spear cut through the muscles of the Fire Demon's arm. Feeling the pain, the Fire Demon gave up the desire to continue attacking the elven dragon and instead engaged in a melee with Omsk.

"Roar!" A cyan dragon breath suddenly knocked the Balrog away. A dragon saddle appeared behind Cardo, who had just climbed up! Caslo sat on it with the dragon spear in hand.

"Back off! The situation has changed! All soldiers, leave here!" Kaslo roared with his eyes wide open. The strength of this fire demon has exceeded his imagination!

"Oh my god..." Balin was dragged away by the dwarves. He stared blankly at the godlike Balrog, utterly horrified. Their ancestors had once faced a monster so formidable it could rival a dragon! This was a war of natural disasters! Only level 5 warriors could participate in this war, while the stage was set for level 6 warriors to battle against the behemoths of natural disasters!

"Charge!" Caslo roared, holding up the dragon spear.

"Puff!" The sharp golden dragon spear successfully broke through the fire demon's tough skin! Blood gushed out, and the fire demon wailed and hit Cardo with his heavy elbows, who tried to fight it in hand-to-hand combat.

"Boom!" The huge dragon body fell to the ground, and Caslo on the dragon saddle was thrown out directly.

"Ang!" The furious Cardo rushed forward directly against the flames spewed out by the fire demon, and his sharp dragon claws cut the fire demon's skin wantonly.

"Whoosh~" The green dragon breath rushed out!

"Judgment of Light and Shadow!" A giant black and white sword fell from the sky!

"Roar!" The scorching flames swept over...

"Boom!" The three forces collided with each other, and the blast blew away a group of soldiers.

"Ah!" The furious Elf Dragon shook her head and finally came back to her senses. The Balrog's brutal attack had even caused her mind to go blank...

The Smurf, with new and old grudges, madly wrapped himself in the elemental torrent and charged towards the Fire Demon.

"Ouch!" The Balrog who had repelled Omsk saw the approaching Elf Dragon out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly turned around and raised his big foot...

"boom!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ah!" Heart-wrenching wails echoed throughout Moria! The elven dragon Smurf was mercilessly trampled under the Balrog's feet. The sound of broken bones and tendons could be heard continuously, and it was obvious that most of her body was sunken from being trampled!

"Smurf! Bastard! Kill!" Roland's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot. He drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword and rushed forward regardless of anything. The royal guards behind him quickly knocked him down. This was no longer a battle they should participate in!

"Boom!" A dark green ball of light struck the Fire Demon's back, and he stumbled forward with a wail. The Storm Dragon Cardo, who had been brewing the single-target forbidden spell Annihilation Frontal Domain for half a day, successfully struck the Fire Demon. Instantly, a hideous bloody hole appeared on the Fire Demon's back...

"The real battle of the Scourge..." Floy sighed silently as he looked at the horrific scene in front of him. The rise and fall of Moria depended on this battle.

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