The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

"Splash splash splash~" The Smurfs helplessly used water magic to wash the stains off Roland's body, while Caslo and Omske served him with towels and other items.

"This is disgusting! I..." Roland cursed and swore at the women of the orc goblin family, showing how furious he was.

“Um… Your Highness, this is the real war… without mercy, full of blood and filth…” Omske said slowly.

“I understand, this is just too disgusting... This is the first time I’ve ever seen such a horrific sight, and do these orcs never bathe from birth to death?” Roland shook the water droplets off his hair helplessly.

"Do you think they care about hygiene?" Caslo shrugged.

"Come on! Give me a hand! Put this plate armor on properly! This thing is really good!" Roland grumbled unhappily.

“That’s right, he can effectively protect us!” Caslo chuckled.

"But speaking of which, Your Highness, how did you get yourself into this state?" Omske asked, puzzled.

"Ahem, I just slipped and fell... and then..." Roland found it difficult to say.

“…Be careful next time, Your Highness. A stable lower body is very important for us heavy armor classes.” Caslo said solemnly, rubbing his forehead. After all, maintaining balance is something that heavy armor classes need to learn.

"By the way, what's the situation at the front? You've all come back to me. Have the orcs been driven away? Have we taken over this hall?" Roland asked in rapid succession.

“No, our soldiers have withdrawn from the battle. The front line has been taken over by the dwarves. We have only left the Lordaeron Rangers to provide them with ranged suppression…” Ormusk explained.

"Good heavens... are you sure the dwarves can withstand the pressure at the front? Order the soldiers back. Although you're worried about me, we can't put our allies in danger." Roland shook his head and quickly said to the two. After all, while the dwarves weren't lacking in professionals, they lacked high-end combat capabilities. A hasty human retreat would definitely put pressure on the dwarves. Now, he could only hope the situation wouldn't get too bad...

……

"Bahrain! What's the situation?" Roland saw Balin from afar, standing on several orc corpses, hacking away with all his might. The enemy's blood trickled down his armor like a stream.

"Fight! Sons of Turin! Fight! For our homeland!" Bahrain roared with all his might.

"Huh? King Roland, are you alright?" Balin looked up at the sound of the voice and saw Roland dressed neatly.

“It’s alright, what’s the situation now! I’ve already ordered my soldiers to join the battle, you can have those dwarves withdraw!” Roland said.

“Good! Floyd! Bahrain, bring our children back!” he shouted, raising his battle axe.

"I won't say more. We can have a proper chat after this battle is over!" Roland said, drawing his Dragon Slayer Sword as he looked at the horrific battle scene around him.

……

"Thank you so much, King Roland!" Balin expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Roland, who was treating the dwarf. "Sigh... it's all tears now. I should have brought a few priests with me..." Roland shook his head with a wry smile. When did he, a paladin, end up as a healer? It was a question worth pondering.

"Alright! You'll be fine after a day or two of rest!" Roland patted the dwarf warrior on the shoulder. The deep wound on his abdomen, which had exposed bone, had scabbed over and healed. Magic really is a wonderful thing!
Are holy spells considered magic? Roland didn't know and didn't intend to know. Anyway, the fact that paladins could both attack and heal made Roland feel quite comfortable.

“Thank you for your trouble, King Roland. Once we take this hall, we can go down the stairs to Hall Four, which is a tough nut to crack!” Balin sighed.

"Tell me about it?" Roland asked, intrigued.

"What do you think of Hall 10 and Hall 9? Are they magnificent?" Bahrain gave a wry smile.

"Of course, it's truly a miracle that you dwarves built such a magnificent hall..." Roland exclaimed, revealing a glimpse into the vastness of the world. From this, one could discern just how many dwarves were present at the height of Kezadoom's glory, and how many perished in the upheavals of this transition of time. Now, only a few dwarves remain, barely clinging to life in the mountains of Middle-earth...

“Hall No. 4 is bigger than both of them combined…” Bahrain sighed.

"..." Roland was speechless. The closer he got to the center, the more orcs and goblins gathered there. One thing was certain: the larger the building, the more orcs and goblins could gather.

“That’s going to be tough. Our forces are too scattered inside, and your dwarven buildings… are too easy to hide troops in…” Caslo rubbed his forehead and pointed at the towering pillars. Hiding a group of goblins behind rows of pillars is a piece of cake, isn’t it? Those goblins who are better at climbing pillars than monkeys can easily hide behind the pillars and cause them trouble.

“These are nothing compared to the attacks from the dome. God knows how those damned guys are destroying our homes!” Bahrain’s eyes were bloodshot.

"Forget it, let's pack up and go!" Roland shook his head. Talking about it here won't solve anything; we still have to face what we have to face!

"By the way? Where did the Balrog appear? It seems to be in front of the bridge? That should be Hall Four?" Roland rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Let's leave here and get something to eat!" Roland suggested. He realized he was a little hungry, but the current environment wasn't really suitable for eating.

“Alright! But we need to hurry, the orcs and goblins deep inside should have been alerted by us!” Balin suggested. It was fortunate they entered Moria through the west gate; if they had entered through the east gate… just thinking about the number of orcs in Moria sent a chill down Balin's spine. The entrance to the east gate was much wider than the west gate, and the orcs gathered much faster there. Most of the orcs lived near the east gate, while there were more goblins near the west gate, which is why they hadn't encountered much resistance when entering. If they had entered through the east gate… it would have been another major battle in Moria.

"Well, some bread and jerky will do, and some water will suffice!" Roland nodded. After all, the war was urgent, and there wasn't much time to cook a meal.

And so our wicked king, munching on dry bread and jerky, led a group of wicked underlings up the rugged stone steps of Moria.

"My goodness! Balin, you dwarves are truly amazing!" Roland looked up at the magnificent stone staircases that connected the various platforms in the Moria Cavern, forming a complex and beautiful underground transportation network.

"Oh! Dragon God!" Caslo grabbed a Dovenian heavy swordsman who had slipped, and the boy almost fell into the abyss.

“Hey! That was close! Maybe you should install guardrails!” Roland shrugged.

"There used to be some, made of wood, but they rotted away thousands of years ago!" Balin shrugged helplessly. He couldn't expect orcs and goblins to maintain their homes for them.