"Speed up!" Balin waved his hoe and encouraged the dwarves.

Roland assisted them in carrying the excavated stones. He found it quite funny to see these dwarves suddenly transform from strong and powerful iron-blooded warriors into gold miners like groundhogs.

"Bahrain! How much longer will it take!" Roland couldn't help but ask as he looked at the thick pile of rubble.

"It's almost time! King Roland! Give us 10 minutes! The dwarves will let you stand in the Hall of Masabour!" Balin said heavily.

"Um!"

…

"Huff, huff, huff~ These two are fighting, why are they just..." Kaslo and Omsk looked at each other, it turned out that they were the ones who were exhausted. The recovery ability of the two disaster-level monsters was amazing, and the energy in their bodies seemed to be inexhaustible. Coupled with the healing skills that were essential for home travel and robbery, Kaslo and Omsk could only say that the three days and three nights of battle described in the epic was really a narration and not an exaggeration!

"Can you still fight? Go up and hold on for a while!" Kaslo panted, supporting himself with the dragon spear.

"I... can't do it anymore! Why don't you do it!" Omsk shook his head and knelt on one knee, he was also exhausted.

"Your Highness, please come and save us..." Kaslo said in grief and anger. He and Omsk could only stare at their depleted fighting spirit in a daze, and salute the two disaster-level fighters who were fighting with real force.

It was obvious that after losing the restraint of humans, Cardo was clearly at a disadvantage, and his original offensive and defensive capabilities gradually became defensive.

Wind! Sharp and fierce, but lacking in staying power! The power of wind comes from its instantaneous burst or brief burst of extreme destructive force, but its duration is far inferior to that of fire. Fire burns fiercely, but wind only dissipates slowly... In the moment of close combat with the Fire Demon, Cardo abandoned his strongest areas—high-altitude attack and sudden destruction! Although the Wind Dragon lineage possesses exceptional melee prowess, there's still a slight gap when facing the Fire Demon, also at the top of the melee echelon. Not to mention the Fire Demon's vast experience and insight. In no time, Cardo was covered in countless wounds.

…

"It's open! Reinforce the entrance!" Balin said excitedly, and the dwarves who were traveling with him took out wooden boards and iron nails and began to fix the entrance.

"This... What the hell! Isn't it going to collapse?" Roland couldn't help but ask after looking at the low hole that only humans could pass through by bending over.

"Don't worry, King Roland! The reputation of the dwarven industry is as strong as our weapons!" Balin patted his chest.

"Gudu!" Roland swallowed his saliva, lowered his head with some concern, and followed Balin inside. Only then did Roland realize that the entrances to the caves dug by these dwarves were modeled after their body shapes! Balin's dragon-like gait showed no sign of being affected at all.

"Masabir Hall!" Balin looked at the magnificent stone arch with emotion.

"Don't be sentimental! Find Black Arrow quickly! Watch out for attacks from orcs and goblins!" Roland interrupted, patting him on the shoulder.

"Puff!" A novice ranger of Lordaeron shot a hiding orc to death with his bow.

"Attention, brothers! There are orcs in here!" The rangers loudly reminded their companions around them, while quickly nocking arrows on their longbows and advancing with the troops.

"One, two, three! Boom!"

"One, two, three! Boom!"

"Boom!" The heavy wooden door fell down, and a team of dwarves successfully used a battering ram to knock open the door of a side hall, and the soldiers behind them quickly filed in.

"There are enemies! Request for reinforcements!" Soon, a dwarf staggered out, covered in blood, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Attack!" A team of Raglan City guards rushed over immediately after hearing the dwarf's cry for help.

"What's going on?" asked the leading team leader.

"There are goblins inside! Lots of them! At least hundreds of them! Several of our people are trapped!" The dwarf said quickly, breathlessly.

"Lead the way!" The team leader immediately waved his hand to signal the attack.

Soon, the ferocious guards of Lagran City rushed into the side hall. A fierce fighting sound was heard, but soon it returned to calm. Soon, a team of dwarf and human coalition forces came out carrying the wounded.

"No black arrow found here!" the team leader shouted while making a mark at the entrance.

"Let's go! To the next place!"

…

"Isn't anything going to happen to them?" Caslo said anxiously as he looked at the place where Roland disappeared.

"Don't let your imagination run wild! Recover your fighting spirit!" Omsk immediately scolded. He knew that except for this Balrog, Roland could dominate the entire Moria with the army in his hands!

"Oh!" Kaslo shook his head and drove those thoughts out of his mind.

…

"Did you find anything? Our people are waiting for that thing to save their lives!" Roland said anxiously.

"King Roland, calm down. We're looking! The dwarves don't produce many of those things! Give them some time!" Balin rubbed his hands in relief, but his heart suddenly tightened... No way! No way! Have all the black arrows in Moria been used up? That shouldn't be the case! Every region should have a few black arrows on hand as a backup!

Suddenly, Balin froze. He mechanically twisted his head to look toward the fourth hall, nearly crying with emotion. No way! Could it be? Had Nain I shot all the black arrows? Balin shuddered, a shadow cast over his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Roland, who was spinning in circles, almost polished the floor! Finally, a violent commotion was heard in the distance.

"Found it! Found it!" A ranger from Lordaeron ran out quickly holding a gray thing.

"Your Highness! Black Arrow!" He presented it to Roland like a treasure.

"Just... one?" Roland took the black arrow and brushed off the dust with his hand, somewhat surprised. The heavy black arrow in his hand exuded the same chilling light it had a thousand years ago. No creature wanted to be shot by it. Seeing the black arrow again, Roland felt a bit complicated. He now felt very similar to Bard back then! Both had only one arrow, but they had to hunt a behemoth. But Roland was lucky that he still had a finishing player. He had two chances!

"One?" Balin's heart was at ease. A Black Arrow was enough! Wait? One? One! What could one Black Arrow do? Pick the Fire Demon's teeth?

"Search! Keep searching! There must be at least 50 arrows in this hall!" Balin roared. One black arrow was too little of a threat to the Balrog...

"Wait! Remember to find the dwarven spear launcher!" Roland hurriedly reminded the soldiers. If they didn't have that thing... would Roland have to throw it with his own hands?

"Your Highness! It's here! But I guess the string on it can't be used anymore!" A soldier pointed to the high platform at the entrance, which used to be the place where the dwarf soldiers were on guard.

"Ahem! As expected, it's useless!" Roland shook his head in disappointment as he climbed up in a cloud of dust. Luckily, he could fix it on the spot! At that moment, Roland was incredibly grateful for the useful items the system had spawned, such as the exquisite and durable bowstring!