"Balin, don't underestimate the orcs in the Misty Mountains! This is the last advice I can give you! Defending Moria means victory!" Roland said to Balin solemnly.

"I understand, King Roland, but unfortunately the population of Moria is still too small!" Balin said with some emotion.

"Wait until the news of Moria's recovery spreads throughout Middle-earth, and then the dwarves from the Western world will return home! Your shortage of manpower will soon be alleviated!" Roland looked at Balin.

"Besides, you only need to guard against the orcs from the Fortress of Gunbadal! The orcs from Dol Guldur have been crippled once! With Lórien blocking the way, they can't wantonly cross the elves to attack you! But be careful of sneak attacks from small groups of elite orcs!" Roland instructed.

After all, Balin's death was caused by a small group of orcs attacking and killing him while he was alone exploring the Mirror Lake! Roland could only do his best to remind him, but as for whether history's powerful ability to correct would be corrected, Roland couldn't guarantee that. However, he thought that after all he had done, if Moria could still fall, then there would be no hope!

At least the situation in Moria was much better than in the original history! Without the threat of the Balrog, the quality and quantity of the soldiers had improved, and with his own instructions, Roland couldn't imagine how much of a loser it would take to ruin such a lucky start. It was clear that Balin was no loser. As one of the few wise men among the dwarves, his IQ and EQ were arguably the highest among the protagonists.

"King Roland...are you planning to leave?" Balin looked at Roland with some sadness.

"Of course! After all, this is not my home, and my people are still waiting for me to come home!" Roland said with a smile.

Roland could understand Balin's feelings. They had walked all the way from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain, and from the Lonely Mountain to Moria. Today, it was finally time to part ways...

"No need to be sad! Balin! You need to adapt to your current status as soon as possible and become a qualified Dwarf King!" Roland patted him on the shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh at the fickleness of fate. Look at what kind of eccentric Dwarf Kings there are now! Thorin, the arrogant and impulsive King under the Mountain! Dain, the King of the Iron Hills who is even more difficult to talk to than Thorin! Balin, the Dwarf King who is not yet capable of being a king...

God! Roland now wondered if the dwarves had ultimately driven themselves to ruin due to their extreme xenophobia. Just look at the battles at Lonely Mountain! Besides King Bard and his grandson, King Brand, who else had aided the Dwarven Kingdom? What? Thran Duin? That was a bit of a coercion! Look at the battlefields of Lonely Mountain during the War of the Ring...

Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's so fucking miserable! In the entire North, only the two unfortunate people of Lonely Mountain have to bear the heavy bombardment of the Northern Orcs and the Easterlings, and the Woodland Elves have simply closed off their country! Oh! I just hide! Just play! And the result is that the River Valley State is gone again, Yinlubo was beaten half to death, and the poor people of the two unfortunate countries cling to Yinlubo Castle...

Rohan and Gondor in the south advanced with great vigor, pulling their minions with them to push back from Gondor to the Black Gate of Mordor, even holding a victory parade! The entire southern battlefield was fought with great fanfare, supported by various war gods. Treemen and elves surrounded the orcs and beat them up!

The Lonely Mountain in the north... Never mind, it's too miserable... Roland even doubted whether the South and the West knew about the existence of the Lonely Mountain battlefield in real history. It could be said that both Rohan and Gondor were showing off, while only the Lonely Mountain was getting beaten!

"How about...finding a way to get back and have him killed by Lord Thran? At least Garlas is much more courageous and brave than his father!" Roland secretly planned in his mind. It really seemed feasible at first glance. Oh no! This was a heart-pounding feeling!

But Roland thought about it. There were four great enemies living beneath Lonely Mountain! And there was also an elven kingdom of these enemies in the Mirkwood... Thinking about the fighting power of the Singrid Star Elves, Roland drooled. It was safe to say that the Star Elves would be the ones to trick them into coming to battle in the Lonely Mountain battle! As for the Woodland Kingdom... forget it, let that damned Thran Dooin fend for himself!

"King Roland, can you teach me?" Balin asked a little stiffly.

"Teach you? You just need to follow your heart!" Roland was confused, but he could only make up an excuse. After all, he didn't know how to be a good king. After all, the distance between a three-good student and a five-good youth for a king was a bit far.

"Original intention?" Balin chewed over this sentence and nodded thoughtfully.

…

"Welcome to visit us next time! The hospitable dwarves will not let you down!" Balin stood at the east gate of Moria and politely saw Roland off. He originally wanted to see Roland off again, but Roland declined Balin's kindness considering that the orcs around him had not been cleared out. After all, he had worked so hard to help Balin take control of Moria, and he didn't want him to be ambushed by the sixth orc!

"Of course! If I have a chance, I will come back to visit! Be safe! Take care, Balin!" Roland waved to Balin on his horse. Behind him, Caslo held Roland's royal flag, and the red flag with a golden dragon and golden tassels fluttered in the wind!

"Take care! King Roland! Have a safe journey!" Balin waved his short and thick arms, his eyes moist.

…

"Omsk! How do I get there?" Roland hadn't walked far when he was at a loss. What was he even doing? He didn't know the way...

Behind him, Omsk, Kaslo and Ajax fell into silence. If you don't know the way, why are you walking around blindly?

After Omsk and the other two gestured with the map for a while, Kaslo summoned Cardo, who soared into the sky and soon disappeared into the clouds...

"Boom!" After a while, Kaslo came back, and his huge dragon body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Are you sure?" There was something strange in Omsk's eyes.

"It's confirmed!" Caslo's face darkened.

"What's wrong?" Roland asked anxiously.

"It's nothing. Under your wise and brave leadership, we successfully got lost! Just now, Kaslo went to look for our location, hmm! It's ridiculously off!" Ajax successfully learned a good new skill - sarcasm.

"Ahem! How could that be? Maybe it was just a little off!" Roland coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Oh! Dragon God! Thank God! Thank God there is a Silver River blocking you! Otherwise you could lead us to conquer Mordor!" Ajax pointed in the correct direction, which was obviously far from the direction Roland was leading everyone.

"Fuck! I clearly followed the route on the map!" Roland widened his eyes in disbelief!

"Forget it, Your Highness, please don't lead the way anymore. This job is not suitable for you!" Ajax covered her face and said speechlessly.

"..." Roland's mouth twitched and he didn't respond. After all, this direction was really a bit outrageous.