"Hold the bridge! Fight! Fight! Never retreat! Take back our home!" Balin roared and mobilized the dwarves under his command.

When these simple dwarves saw that the orcs and the ogres were trying to destroy their Durin Bridge, they were furious! They swung their battle axes and quickly crossed the Durin Bridge to strangle the orcs.

"Watch your step! The bridge is about to collapse! Go up several people at a time! Be careful!" Roland anxiously stopped the dwarves who were rushing up like a swarm of bees. If he didn't stop them, those dwarves would probably crush the bridge!

"Damn it! Why didn't I bring Grandpa Radil with me this time?" Roland sank into a frenzy as he gazed at the cracked bridge. If there was an earth mage here, why would Roland even bother with this? Simply having Grandpa Radil conjure up several wide stone bridges out of thin air wouldn't be a problem at all... Even more unfortunate was that the only elven dragon who could help Roland was still deep in sleep, recuperating...

"Be careful! Two people at a time!" Roland ordered the Royal Guards. Thanks to their heavy plate armor and tower shields, everyone's heart trembled when these iron cans walked onto the bridge.

But it was all worth it! By the time the first of the Royal Guards had gained a foothold on the other side, the attacks of the orcs and trolls had become a desperate counterattack before their death! With the precise coordination of the Lordaeron Rangers, the Royal Guards, relying on their excellent equipment, plunged into the orc pile. A bloody storm ensued. Even against the massive troll's powerful attacks, the Royal Guards were still able to counterattack and contain them with ease.

"Omsk, go over and accurately eliminate those threatening targets!" Roland ordered. Although he couldn't let his heroes fight freely, he could still kill them accurately. With Omsk's ability, it would be no problem to eliminate those giant ogres!

"Your Highness..." Caslo was eager to try, his eyes full of fighting spirit!

"Don't join in the fun...it's already chaotic over there!" Roland looked at hundreds of people fighting fiercely in an area of less than a thousand square meters. Orcs and dwarves were constantly thrown out of the battle circle, but Roland didn't see himself being thrown out...After all, the royal guards in the past were not something that these random people could defeat.

"Advance!" Under Balin's command, more and more dwarf soldiers crossed the bridge and began to fight back against the orcs. They used their iron blood and will to force the orcs back!

One meter! Two meters! Three meters! The orcs were constantly retreating under the coalition's frenzied attacks. Even more shameless, not only did they have to fight the coalition head-on, but they also had to endure the precise fire of the Lordaeron Rangers. The unlucky ones would even face a barrage of crossbow fire from the Raglan City Guards! After all, those Raglan City Guards cleverly aimed their crossbows at the backs of the Royal Guards! Even if they hit their own men, it wouldn't matter; those crossbow bolts wouldn't be able to crack the Royal Guards' "shells." But for the orcs, it was a nightmare! Their crude leather and iron armor were as vulnerable as paper to the Raglan City Guards' elite arrows. Even the Royal Guards' fighting speed was slower than the Raglan City Guards' indiscriminate fire from behind.

"Drive them away! Don't let them get close to here!" Balin chopped off an orc's thigh with an axe and swung it back, and a big orc's head flew up.

"Fight! We must fight! Drive out these damn orcs! Our hope of regaining our homeland lies ahead! That is the center of Khazad-dûm! Our hometown that we long for! Fight! Descendants of Durin! So that our descendants can stand here again! Fight!" Balin roared excitedly. This was the closest step he had taken to his dream.

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"Tsk! These guys are so ruthless! We've already fought off three waves of attack!" Roland panted, looking at the wound on his arm. Even after using his own skills to heal it, it was still painful! This was the result of Roland's clumsy use of his right arm to block the giant ogre's falling hammer...

He should be thankful for the omnipotence of this Lord's Armor! Otherwise, Roland's hand would have been twisted and deformed today.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble! And for causing you to get hurt! King Roland... this is my fault!" Balin felt extremely guilty and blamed himself. He thought that it was because he didn't take good care of Roland that he got hurt.

"It can't be helped! I underestimated the enemy!" Roland smiled awkwardly. If he hadn't been courting death, how could this have happened? The powerful hammer almost sent Roland flying!

"Are your subordinates all right? Do you need me to treat them again?" Roland asked solemnly.

"It's okay... the rest are no longer needed. They have returned to the embrace of our ancestor Durin..." Balin covered his face and shed tears.

"How many people are left?" Roland sighed.

"There are still 467 people! We have lost 33 brothers!" Balin shed tears of pain. Those dwarves gave their lives to recapture Moria!

This is why the Lagrang army suffered virtually no casualties in the coalition. Unlike the dwarves, humans fought for resources. Win or lose, as long as the humans were safe, it would have a huge impact on Roland! But for the dwarves, this was their homeland. Naturally, fighting for their homeland, the dwarves would fight much harder than humans! This resulted in the tragic loss of many dwarves!

"It's all worth it! Your descendants will be grateful to them! They are all heroes!" Roland said slowly as he looked at the dwarf corpses covered with cloth lying on the ground in the distance.

"Ballin, don't put too much pressure on yourself! There are always casualties in war. I was just like that at the foot of Lonely Mountain..." Roland paused as he spoke. The image of that team of Swift Infantrymen still lingered in his mind, and he would never forget it!

"You are right, but I don't know how to face their families in the future... I said I would bring them home... They..." Balin sat on the ground like a wronged child, staring at the sacrificed dwarves in a daze.

"They shouldn't have died! These orcs shouldn't have killed them! They gave up their defense... They could have avoided many fatal injuries!" Balin was extremely distressed! If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, how could these dwarves be willing to exchange their lives with the orcs? They didn't deserve it! They didn't deserve it!

"The Hall of Kings..." Roland finally saw the most magnificent place in all of Moria. With the help of the torches that the orcs had inserted diagonally into the pillars and stone walls, Roland could clearly see the entire hall! Those exquisite carvings and rough lines all showed the characteristics of the dwarves...

"Hmm? That's..." Roland was suddenly attracted by the golden light emanating from a high platform in the distance.

"The Throne of Turin!" Balin murmured and fell silent as he looked at the throne emitting golden light.

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