"That's settled then! We'll go out from the east gate!" Roland took a bite of the bread filled with fragrant barbecue and sighed comfortably. It was more comfortable to have a full stomach than an empty one.

"Bahrain, we are not far from your goal of restoring your country!" Roland looked towards the bridge with a deep and distant gaze.

"Ah! Yes! Thank you for your help along the way! If it weren't for you... we would have no hope of restoring our country! Khazad-dûm would never be able to welcome back his people, and the remains of our ancestors would still remain here to be desecrated by evil spirits!" Balin said gratefully.

"..." Roland stared at Balin silently. How could this tough old dwarf know that in that parallel world without him, he had single-handedly led dozens of dwarves to recapture the city at his own expense! The only flaw was that they hadn't gotten rid of the Balrog...

"Blessings to you!" Roland said silently in his heart. These tenacious dwarves have thrived endlessly in Middle-earth. They have fought against the elves! They have defeated darkness! They believe in Durin! This is the Longbeard Clan of the Dwarves! The rulers of Khazad-dûm! The owners of the Kingdom under the Mountain! The lords of the Iron Hills! They are the descendants of Durin!

…

"Have a good sleep, we only have one final battle left to retake this place!" Roland patted Balin's shoulder. At this moment, Balin was still looking at the fallen remains of the Fire Demon and was so excited that he couldn't control himself for a long time.

"Thank you for your concern, King Roland!" Balin quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled.

"That's okay! Take a good rest! If we win the next battle..." Roland gave him an encouraging look.

"King of Moria - Balin! I will witness you as the King of the Kingdom of Raglan! I will crown you personally!" Roland said with a smile.

"Thank you...thank you!" Balin trembled. He had never dreamed of the throne, but now it was within his grasp.

"Think about it! The wise and capable Thorin Oakenshield sits on the Lonely Mountain! He rules the kingdom under the mountain! And you, Balin! The brave and fearless restorer of the country! You will return to Moria as a descendant of Durin and inherit the throne here!" Roland said solemnly.

"I believe Thorin will bless you! After all, he doesn't have the ability and time to rule such a large territory! No one is more suitable to sit on this throne than you in terms of seniority or achievements! Don't put too much pressure on yourself!" Roland smiled and patted Balin's shoulder to make him relax.

"Can I really?" Balin's trembling beard betrayed his excitement.

"Of course! If you don't go looking for the Seven Rings of the Dwarves alone!" Roland said the last sentence in his heart.

"Balin! Take my advice, don't leave your territory alone, and don't try to find the Seven Rings of the Dwarves left by your ancestors! That will do you no good! Sauron has been searching for the Seven Rings of Power of the Dwarves! If you don't want to bring another catastrophe to Moria!" Roland solemnly warned Balin.

"I will!" Balin thought for a moment and finally nodded heavily.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Balin had promised him what he would do! The Dwarves' credibility was as strong as their stubbornness. As long as Balin didn't act ruthlessly, Moria would surely be a significant force in the War of the Ring! Never again would the North and South, blocked by the Misty Mountains and unable to support each other, be like in history! The crisis facing the North was even more terrifying than that of the South!

…

"We've arrived at Marsabul Hall!" Roland said. After all, this was his second time here.

"Yes, we can see the bridge after passing here!" said Balin.

"The Bridge of Durin is also a wonder of your Moria!" Roland said to Balin. It was the Bridge of Durin that killed the Balrog and Gandalf, but it was also the bridge that gave Gandalf a new life!

"Safe!" Carlos came to Roland with a sword in hand. He checked the surroundings and found that there was no dangerous place.

"Let's go, get out of here! Quickly cross the bridge and capture the Royal Hall!" Roland shook his head and said to his subordinates.

"If I remember correctly, the Royal Hall should lead directly to the East Gate, right?" Roland said after thinking for a moment.

"That's right! The Royal Hall does lead directly to the East Gate! As long as you pass through the Royal Hall, you can leave from the East Gate!" Balin nodded.

"Let's go! Let's cross the bridge first!" Roland said to Balin.

"Oh no! Your Highness! Something happened on the other side of the bridge! The orcs are gathering! They are actually gathering on the other side!" Omsk suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"What's going on? How do the orcs know?" Roland asked in surprise.

"Our advance team has alarmed the orcs! They left sentries on this side of the bridge!" Omsk clenched his fists. He came to ask for help! Originally, he wanted to go over alone to clear out the orcs on the other side, but he found that there were fine cracks on a large area of land at both ends of the bridge! These orcs have not maintained this bridge at all! If you accidentally use too much force, the bridge will collapse! Omsk suddenly wanted to die!

"What? Quick! Get everyone together and charge over! We can't let them destroy the bridge! Otherwise, we won't be able to get through!" Balin said anxiously. If the bridge wasn't the only way to the other side before, but so many years have passed since Khazad-dûm, those wooden bridges have long been in disrepair and completely damaged! If the bridge is destroyed, they will have no choice but to go down the mines, find the Endless Stairs, climb up the mountain and reach the east gate!

"Quick! Rangers! Stop the enemy!" Roland left and sent out the Lordaeron Rangers to stop the enemy. After all, these lightly armed rangers were faster and more flexible!

…

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Ding-dong!"

When Roland led his men to the scene, there were at least dozens of corpses piled up on the other side of the Turin Bridge.

"Help! City guards! Shoot them!" The rangers shouted at the top of their lungs. Although the short distance of a few dozen meters did not allow the javelins to be used to their full potential, the crossbows of the Lagrande city guards were just within their range!

"Puchi!" Rows of crossbows quickly poured out arrows, and the speed of the orcs' surge was immediately curbed.

"Cross the bridge! We'll provide cover! Stop the giant ogre!" A ranger captain shouted after pulling out his longbow and knocking down a giant ogre.

Everyone was terrified at the sight of the giant ogre. If the bridge didn't fall apart with just one strike from the warhammer in that guy's hand, Roland said he would have the same surname as the orcs in the future.

"Kill!" A team of dwarves ran over quickly, raised their battle axes and quickly cleared out the orcs who tried to approach, and quickly threw the corpses off the cliff to prevent the corpses from crushing the land around the bridge and causing a landslide.

"Royal guards, separate into teams! Cross the bridge quickly! Stop the giant ogres for me!" Roland was furious as he watched the giant ogres knocking the dwarves away.